Chapter 300 From Now on, You Are Human

"Player Super Justice ()"

Her fingertips trembled.

The past flashed before her eyes like a mirage, flowing like fine sand through her fingertips.

"—Are you loyal to the Grand Duke?"

When Vladimir picked her up back then, he asked him the same way when he was still "Shoronik".

Both his parents were murderers. The father is an elite stalker who can assassinate official wizards, and the mother is a follower of the black widow who can prepare powerful poisons, and both hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.

It was not a pity for them to die - intellectually speaking, Thoronick also knew this kind of thing.

But seeing his mother killed by the enemy with his own eyes, his father never came back. He was expelled from the village again by the villagers... In the howling blizzard, alone holding the dagger used by his father, he was expelled from the small barrier.

The young Solonik was full of fear and uneasiness.

He crossed the snow on foot and reached the big city.

He wanted to join the Hand of Winter, but he could not be accepted because of his parents' guilt; he was attacked by a frost beast raised by mind thieves, and almost died suddenly in the snow; he took his own sword and wanted to join the caravan as a guard , only asked for a stable job and a full meal, but was rejected because of his young age and poor swordsmanship.

He was begging and working everywhere, but he was cheated out of all his money. He beat up the thief angrily, and wanted to learn swordsmanship with the stolen money, but was rejected by the instructor of the swordsmanship dojo.

"I heard about what happened in your hometown, Thoronick. I will not teach you swordsmanship, you are a natural killer. When you draw your sword, you are instinctively attacking someone's vital point.

"You haven't killed anyone yet, and there's still time to look back—you're in good health, exercise your body, do some hard work, and you won't starve to death. You have to work hard everywhere. Or you can learn to read or study. , can also become a big shot.

"If you learn swordsmanship... No, as long as you learn any fighting technique, you may use it to kill people. And once you kill the first person, you can't stop. What I teach here is guard swordsmanship , not the swordsmanship of a killer."

The old teacher's comments on Solonik quickly spread throughout the city.

This thin boy who came from other places, always holding a sword, rebellious like a lone wolf, is still very well-known in this small town.

But after the word spread, there were not even people who hired him to work.

—If you stay here, you will die.

Thoronick was very clear in his heart.

However, he also knew... the old teacher's comments were not accurate enough.

Because he is not an unruly person, he is still hiding his edge. On the contrary, the sharpness was too strong, and it was impossible to hide it even if you covered your eyes with your hands.

He killed someone—it was his birthday when he was nine years old.

Thoronick did not learn swordsmanship.

But it is not necessary to kill with a sword.

When his father teased him, he gestured at his weak points. And Thoronick giggled, subconsciously remembering it in his heart.

A fierce duel that doesn't require sword-to-blade combat.

Just pour a puddle of slippery grease on a dark alleyway. People slip and fall when they walk by.

He would hide nearby, carrying heavy stones. After the man fell, he rushed forward and smashed his temples, the back of his head, and his neck, and then used the dagger at the man's waist to pierce his heart and cut his throat.

——Solonik planned so.

But he soon discovered...the human body is so fragile.

His plan didn't work at all.

His mind went blank.

He just kept hitting the back of the head with all his strength... When he woke up, that person was already dead.

It's so easy to kill.

Thoronick thought.

He snatches the body's wallet and tries to flee town...but he's robbed by bigger thugs.

Neither stone nor sword is better than gun. He obediently handed in the stolen wallet, only a silver coin that he subconsciously left behind was hidden in his mouth, and even the sword was taken away.

If he hadn't knelt down and begged for mercy in time,

Let the other party save a lead bullet... Maybe there will be no future.

With silver coins in his mouth and empty hands, he left the town alone under the watchful eyes of the gangsters.

——This time, he was not as lucky as before.

Or it was his punishment for killing someone, this time the blizzard was extremely cold.

And when he was almost unconscious, he vaguely saw a pair of boots and a cane.

The man held the cane, with a gesture of no mercy and no dignity...with the cold cane, he turned over his weak body, tore off his clothes, and pressed against his left chest.

"Homeless puppy, has it ever killed anyone?"

A deep, emotionless voice sounded: "The desire is very strong...

"So, let me ask you—if you had another chance, what would you want to be?"

...Is this person an idiot?

At that time, such a thought came to the dying Solonik's mind.

He didn't have the strength to respond.

——It was supposed to be like this.

But a warm current flowed into his heart through the cane.

His chest became extremely cold, but his body gained strength instead.

He came alive.

Reluctantly realizing this miracle, Soronik stood up, knelt in the snow in disbelief, and looked up at the middle-aged man wearing a heavy cloak.

At that moment, he was as great as a god.

"If you had another chance, who would you like to be?"

The deep voice of the middle-aged man sounded again: "Or...do you want power?"

"... Ah, I think! Master Wizard!"

He blurted out: "I want power! Please give me the power to kill people!"

In Thoronick's mind at the time, only wizards had such magical powers.

But the moment he said this... he already regretted it.

However, at that time, his heart was hazy, and he could only tell the truth instinctively.

"Oh?"

Hearing Thoronick's words, the middle-aged man laughed lowly: "The power to kill people?

"So... for this power, how much can you do?"

"My lord, you saved my life."

Little Thoronick said without hesitation: "If it is for the master, I can kill... If you have any enemies, I will help you kill them! I will never disclose information about you. If I fail, I will kill you." Take the poison—as long as it is for the master, I will not even die!"

These are the words he learned from his father.

"[As long as it's for the master, I don't even have to die]."

The middle-aged man repeated the sentence, and laughed for the second time: "Then remember this sentence, puppy."

"yes!"

"So—are you loyal to the Grand Duke?"

grand duke...

To be honest, Thoronick was very vague about this concept.

He doesn't even know how many ranks there are in the nobility, and he has never even seen the mansions of noble gentlemen. He only heard occasionally that Grand Duke Ivan was a good man... that's all.

—but what did that matter to him?

He is the child of a murderer, and also a petty murderer. He is not a subject protected by the Duke of Winter, and perhaps he should be sent to the gallows.

"It doesn't matter if you are loyal or not...you have the final say, my lord."

Solonik replied without thinking: "I listen to you."

"Excellent answer.

"Then hold my cane and stand up. Homeless puppy—"

The middle-aged man calmly replied in a voice without the slightest emotion: "From now on, you are a human being."

—From now on, I am a human being.

This voice rang in Thoronick's ears.

He took a deep breath, held the cane handed over by the middle-aged man, and expressed his submission.

...even since then.

After he joined the Hand of Winter, he never cared about the political situation in Winter.

He has not been trained in torture techniques and anti-torture techniques, nor has he studied the doctrines of military, politics, and interpersonal communication. Even these courses are taught within the Winter Hand.

What border nobles, what blood nobles, what wizard families, what ritual master families... Thoronic didn't care about those at all.

His teacher Vladimir said whoever was a traitor, whoever betrayed the Grand Duke, he would kill that person. His most gifted and irreplaceable is his killing technique.

Anything within reach can kill—with talent and a hundred times of hard work, his killing skills have become more and more sophisticated, even the "Ten Fingers" are not as good as him.

As the old teacher said...he is a born killer.

From the moment he killed the first person, his talent could no longer be hidden.

He can easily kill people much bigger and stronger than himself. Not just because the opponent underestimated the enemy...but because he acted without scruples.

The blood of the [Killer] flows through his veins.

—Besides that, he was useless.

until……

That "Professor Wolf" gave him a second life.

"I……"

Selicia's voice trembled.

She was silent for a moment.

Under Zhuo Ya's invisible gaze, she lowered her head: "I am naturally loyal."

"'Thoronic' is fine, he's just a lost dog..."

Professor Wolf's magnetic voice seemed to echo in her ears: "But the respectable and beloved 'Miss Selicia' is not necessarily...

"She's a human being. A free human being . . . a beauty who always pleases people."