1 Prologue

In a scorching desert with no life, you could see an old man who looked about 65 to 70 years old with a white overcoat walking as if he didn't feel any heat.

This old man was wandering aimlessly, as if he had no goal. If you look at him closely, you would notice that he wasn't even sweating, which would make you wonder how that could happen.

This old man walked for a long time, until he started to see something on the horizon as he was far away, he may have thought it was a mirage or something, but not caring about it, he started walking towards the objects he saw on the horizon.

Getting closer he realized that it was a few more tents as he was still a little far away he couldn't say for sure.

As soon as he arrived he saw that they were actually tents, but the problem is that they were all torn and stained with blood, around and close to many tents you could see bodies with bullet marks, mutilated, stabbed and if you find bodies of women he would notice that they were all undressed, making the old man deduce that these people were killed by mercenaries and the women were raped to calm their tension.

Soon the old man continued walking through the tents looking around as if that made no difference to him as if it were nothing as if it were something normal.

As soon as he thought about leaving he heard a child crying thinking that the desert was playing tricks on him he didn't pay attention and continued right after he heard it again, with that he went to the sound and there he saw a baby completely drenched in blood, which made the old man frisch the eyebrows more almost imperceptibly, the old man stopped and stared at the child, wondering if he would help her or leave her to die.

For a good 10 minutes he was looking at the child soaked in blood, he could do what, then he decided he needed a successor for his work and this child was perfect because he was a newborn, this child saw the blood early and was born of him thus making his perfect successor, he even thought that fate had brought him that place to find that boy.

So the old man took the child in his arms even though he was with blood he was not disgusted, did not bother to cover or clean the blood that was in him, he continued to walk towards his goal.

After a few hours when the sun was setting, the old man took off his overcoat and put it around the newborn baby so he could keep him warm, but you could see in the eyes of the old man that he had no emotion, it seemed that he had no soul.

As soon as the night came and it got colder the old man looked at the child and pondered what name he would give him, for a while he thought then he spoke.

"Your name will be Noah Slayer who will be my successor, you will become the perfect killer without any weaknesses, like emotions and feelings."

The night seemed longer than normal for the old man because the child cried without stopping, making the old man angry, wondering if it would be better to kill her and shut her up soon, after thinking a lot he didn't take it long to find a worthy successor to him, if he just lost patience with that he wouldn't have been considered the number one killer in the world.

Soon days passed the old man did not have what to eat as the child who was always crying because of hunger, who felt the old man also did nothing to help him because he was already testing her if she dies before even leaving the desert would not be worth training her to be her successor, as more tests and challenges would come which would be much more deadly than starving for a few days.

Suddenly the old man saw the end of the desert or almost seeing a nearby city he kept walking, until he got there. Entering the city many looked at the old man because he held a newborn with dried blood on his body, giving people who looked a bizzara sensation and making them not want to get close to this duo.

This city has no laws, it is a mercenary city where those with skills make the law so no one intervened when they saw an old man holding a baby full of dried blood. Soon the old man arrived at a grocery store with very worn and broken walls, the extremely filthy floor and asked for milk, for the baby in his arms because he managed to leave the desert alive as soon as the child finished taking the milk, the old man placed him on from the counter and told Noah he couldn't understand anything.

"You will see why I am called the world's number one killer"

Hearing this, the grocer started laughing at the old man because he thought the old man was getting senile until he noticed a sharp pain in his hands when he looked at them he realized they were missing, only blood was there, then he looked at the old man and was still more scared, because the hands were with the old man he didn't know how the old man had done that.

Soon after, the old man said in a friendly tone.

"I thank the mercenaries of this city for destroying this baby's family without them I could never have found a worthy successor, I must also thank you because you were there"

Soon the old man broke into a smile when he looked at the man, making the man even more startled.

Releasing the hands of the grocer, leaving cailas on the floor, the old man smiled again and as if he had not left the place a heart appeared in his hand, if you look at the grocer you would notice that there was a hole in his chest and he had his eyes wide with fear and pain.

Poor Noah, who was not even a year old, was once again drenched in blood.