Shattered Illusions

He concentrated on the system in his head and it popped open in front of him, he was left shocked by what he saw, all his stats had gone back to nil he didn't even have any points allocated.

["welcome Renjiro"

"Ability – the florist"

Points available – 0

Level – beginner

*Attributes*

Hp - 100

Strength – 0

Agility - 0

Intelligence - 0

Speed – 0

Defence – 0

Energy reserve – 0]

He was about to scream in frustration but he had to restrain himself, now that he knew a way to get additional points, he was quite confident in making use of this body and he was certain that in no little time he would get back the points he had lost and even a lot more to improve on his abilities.

"but that's not really the issue right now, if I manage to more powerful and I am killed does that mean I would lose my progress again" renjiro mused to himself, at that point he noticed a three dot icon at the top of the system screen and clicked on it.

[save current progress]

[yes, no]

Renjiro was ecstatic and began to celebrate wildly, he hurriedly clicked yes. He heard another ding in his head.

[saved successfully]

The system's avatar appeared on the screen disintegrated and reformed almost immediately and it was putting on the same outfit as he was at the moment, the avatar did a strange twirl dance that made renjiro cringe so bad he almost barfed.

"whoever created this system has a strange sense of humor" renjiro thought with a frown on his face.

In a dark room a man who looked like he had a skin disease stood shaking with both fear and anger, this was the cloaked assassin who fought nightshade and managed to kill renjiro, he stood in front of the holographic image that had the shape of a man but the face was obscured so one could not decipher who it was no matter how hard they tried, the assassin was not concerned about this. He didn't care about where his jobs came from, all he cared about was being paid and he was very efficient with his job.

"I need an update on your last mission" the holographic image said with a gruff voice

"I managed to track down nightshade, he put up a good fight but I killed him by taking off his head but when I tried absorbing the information from his body, I got nothing, I am sure he had done something, I can't feel the tracker I put on him anymore, so that means that he is definitely dead but I am wondering how he managed to stop me from getting the information that was needed" the assassin said with his head bowed.

"what I need is results and you didn't offer me that, were there any witnesses" the gruff voice said

"yes but I took care of it, I killed him and tried taking his information but it was a jumbled mess it seemed like he was an idiot, I was also tracked down by someone who called himself devil thorn but I took care of him, while I obtained information from his body it seems like he was tasked with protecting the boy I killed." The assassin replied.

'this case seems to have gotten more complex than I thought it'd get, I assume you dealt with all traces of yourself and the cursed weapon you used" the gruff voice asked again

The assassin nodded his head in reply he was so angry this was the first time a mission didn't go his way; he clenched his fist wishing he could resurrect all three and kill them over and over again till he could assuage his anger.

"that's good, be on guard the dogs from the kingdom of cosima have been sniffing around recently, no one knows what they are looking for, just lay low for a while you next mission would be coming soon, the contractor would not be happy with this development" the holographic figure said and faded away

The cloaked figure took in a deep breath and managed to get a hold of himself, there were few people he was scared of and this man was one of them, he remembered meeting him for the first time and trying to get a view of his face and it seemed like his head was split by an axe, he felt a great pressure pressing down on him and in that moment he saw himself die in a million ways but after that the pressure lifted from him and began to breathe again. That was the only time they met but that memory still traumatized him till this day.

His dark cloak magically appeared on his body and he picked up the holographic device and crushed it, frying it with energy till nothing was left, and he walked out of the room, as soon as he left he seemed to be whispering only something he could hear and arcane circles began to pop everywhere as he walked out, he walked through the streets but no one seemed able to sense his presence or see him including the few elites there, suddenly he vanished.

In a dimly lit room underground inside what looked to be a lab, there were a number of tubes filled with liquid and inside them there were different bodies that looked lifeless, but the strange thing about this was that each complete body looked just like the next, exactly the same with no differences, some bodies were half formed, and those bodies looked like plants, some tubes only had what looked like seedlings in them.

One of the bodies suddenly opened it's eyes and there was anger on it's face. "that assassin bastard made me use my trump card to escape, now my energy channels are shrunken and I'm stuck here for a while. I will be back" he swore and shut his eyes