13 A Contracted Killer [2]
'Huh?'
The Hitman only had to shoot the plasma bullet.
'What?'
But for some reason, the bullet didn't fire off, it instantly dissipated.
Surely, there was a mistake?
But this was the first time it had ever happened in his career.
He had honed and perfected this technique to its full potential.
Despite being a low ranked member of the Primordials, he was a feared ruthless killer in his own team, giving him the nickname, Ghost.
He had not failed a single contract ever since he joined the organization.
His skills were among the best of the best in his team.
'So why…'
He felt like he was about to lose.
Suddenly, the boy got up.
His fearful expression from earlier had already vanished, replaced with one of indifference.
Step.
Ghost took a step back.
Once again, he contoured another finger gun, aiming it at the boy.
Pshhh-
Only for the plasma bullet dissipated once again.
He realized this was no mistake.
'This is the boy's doing.'
Suddenly, blue sparks protruded from the boy, lightning seemed to be coursing through his veins.
And in an instant, he had disappeared.
Swoosh-!
But of course, due to Ghost's ability, his eyes could track the boy's movement.
Once again, the boy's fist was about to reach him.
Trying to redirect the lightning again, Ghost surged up a volt of electricity.
However…
He could not feel any volt at all.
As soon as he felt a miniscule amount of electricity, it suddenly disappeared, as if it was never there in the first place.
Boom!
The boy's fist struck Ghost, sending him hurling away.
'Fuck… what's going on? How is he doing that?'
Crack!
As he crashed onto the wall, he was given no time to recuperate, as crystals of ice lunged from the ground, heading towards him.
Spurt-!
With his reflexes he managed to narrowly dodge the crystals, only grazing his leg.
But as soon as he dodged, a torrent of flames headed his way.
'What the fuck? A Deviant with three affinities? That makes no sense!"
Of course, there were other Deviants who were blessed with two or more affinities.
But in all his years of being a contracted killer, not once had he ever encountered one.
The only known Deviants with more than two affinities were the top ten mages in the world.
And from what he heard, the 1st Seat of the Primordials was Deviant as well.
Their strength was comparable to Gods.
'Who is this boy? And why hasn't anyone heard of him yet?'
As he dodged the flames, before he knew it, the boy had already managed to get behind him.
Thwack! Tssszzz-!
At impact, Ghost was sent crashing towards the window, as volts of lightning trailed from him.
Crash!
The sound of glass shattering reverberated the room, as shards of glass were scattered all over.
"AAAAA-"
As Ghost was about to be sent falling to his doom, the boy grabbed the scruff of his collar.
Before Ghost could even react to what happened, the boy coldly locked eyes with him.
"Which seat do you work for?"
'Huh?'
For some reason, the boy knew he was working for someone.
And at the mention of 'seat', the boy seemed to know more than he let out.
'How does he know about the Primordials?'
Despite being a large organization, the Primordials was not well known to the public.
They were good at erasing their traces, and whenever a member was a risk to the organization.
They would be silenced.
Despite being at the mercy of the boy, he feared the organization, more than him.
Of course, he didn't want to die. But at this moment, he'd rather be killed off by the boy than facing the wrath of the Primordials.
Ghost didn't answer him, giving the boy a smirk.
"Sorry, it seems I haven't introduced myself to you."
With a look of indifference, the boy's eyes narrowed, as if he was staring directly in Ghost's soul.
"Standing before you is the 1st Seat of the Primordial."
'WHAT!?'
Ghost's eyes shot wide open, as his mouth contoured to a silent 'o' shape.
Now it all made sense…
His power, his confidence.
But…
The 1st Seat had never shown up for any meetings, he was a mysterious figure, and the only one who had contact with him was the 2nd Seat.
Ghost didn't know the names of any other Seated member. Regular subordinates weren't allowed that kind of information.
They only knew the name of the Seat they devoted themselves to, in Ghost's case, it was the 12th Seat.
He couldn't believe the boy's claims so easily.
Thus, he had to confirm it.
"If you are who you say you are, then what's the name of the 12th Seat?"
"I see, so you work for Pulcinella."
Once again, Ghost was astonished, his jaw slacked open in disbelief.
'Now that settles it…'
Ghost could only believe in the boy.
There was no other answer.
'He really is the 1st Seat.'
Only the other Seated members knew the names of each other.
"How would you like to secretly work for me?"
"Huh?"
Was this an opportunity?
Were the days of being Pulcinella's henchmen finally over?
"As you know, I operate secretly," the 1st Seat stated,
He was right, only the 1st Seat didn't have his own team.
This was definitely an opportunity for Ghost to finally climb the ranks of the organization.
Directly operating under the 1st Seat was an offer he couldn't miss.
With no hesitation, Ghost gave his response,
"I accept, if you wish it, I will abandon the 12th Seat."
"No, continue with your operations. But remember, you secretly work for me now, so my orders are absolute."
Ghost felt a chill down his spine. The immense pressure that the 1st Seat exuded bore down on him.
He truly was befitting of his title as the strongest Primordial.
But despite that, Ghost could tell that the 1st Seat seemed to be weaker than the 12th Seat.
'He must be hiding his strength.'
Just like his fight with Ghost, he only revealed his strength at the last second.
It made sense since he was a mysterious man, of course he would hide his power in public.
There was no reason to doubt him.
It was the only explanation.
"Yes, Sir!"
"What should I call you?"
"My real name is Leon, Sir. But my code name is Ghost."
"Hmm... I'll call you Alpha, and you can call me, hmm…"
He seemed to ponder before he gave his response.
"From now on, call me Moriarty."
