Prologue 2

Zero, it was not his real name. Just a number, given to him by the association to acknowledge his superiority above all other serial numbers given to other assassins. His real name was Ryan Hansen. As far as he remembered he was brought by his dad. Ryan's mom died while giving birth to him, leaving his dad and him alone in the family. As his parents were both orphans his father had no other relatives. But his dad didn't deprived him of any kind necessities. He could say he was being spoiled to the core. His dad would even come home early to cook dinner himself. Their two people world were doing great but....

He could still remember that day as clear as the desert sky. Ryan's dad came very late that day. The caretaker already went home and he was alone at the big house. The six year old Ryan was a little scared so he thought of complaining. But as soon as he caught the sight of his dad, his small head perceived," something's wrong". His dad kneeled in front of him and hugged him without any word. Ryan didn't say anything either, just patted him with his little hand. It was like a mutual understanding between father and son. His dad was sad so he had to console him. Five minutes later his dad said,head still down," my little pea, your dad's company has gone bankrupt. We may have to leave this house"

There was a slight pause. Little Ryan digested the information.

"It's okay dad." Ryan understood the situation because of his high IQ despite being a child. A six year old maintaining a solemn expression was quite a funny sight to behold. His dad chuckled, " you have to change your school and I may not able to provide everything you want"

"It's okay. As long as you are with me everything will be okay"

His dad raised his head, his eyes were red but his face held gentle smile. There's still some droplets staining his shirt and face," what would i do without you my little pea?"

Ryan smirked,"Now, now my dear father, who said men shouldn't cry even if their worlds overturned?"

After that there was a chorus of laughter of father and son all around the house.

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One year later that strong willed child, Ryan had withered like a flower which due to pollution was contaminated before maturation. His dad died due to overworking two months ago. As he had no other relatives he was sent to an orphanage. As the youngest child he was being bullied and robbed of his food since then. The caretakers didn't care. At night he would hug himself and curl into a ball and would complaint to his dad silently.

"Dad, come back. your little pea is hungry. They stole my food. Dad it hurts. They beaten me. Dad ....."

Sometimes a teardrops or two would uncontrollably dropped towards his cheeks. But he would hurriedly wiped them, As his dad wouldn't come back. His dad was dead.

on particular day, the day which brought a earth shattering change towards his life, the Dean of the orphanage took them to a nature club which cleaned the neighborhood once every month. All the children were told they will be given money for helping. Ryan hadn't eaten breakfast that day. As usual they were robbed. So he tried his best to collect trash all the afternoon. The little money he got was spent in buying a small pack of milk and bread. His small little hand was full of dirt so he ran towards the orphanage to wash his hand. But before he could reach a 13 year old boy blocked his path and snatched his food. Ryan was enraged. This particular boy always stole most of his food. He always protested but was always beaten by the other because of the size. This time the food was earned by him. He would not let it go easily.

"Give me back my food."Ryan screamed

The boy sneered ,"or what? huh...listen today you have supplied me with fresh milk so i will let you go without beating. Now go away, don't ruin my mood."

Ryan clenched his fists so hard that knuckles became white. He ran towards the boy without thinking and threw his fist straight to his stomach. The boy didn't expect the attack and clutched his stomach. Meanwhile the round bread and milk bottle rolled towards the gutter. The boy was enraged. He threw a punch towards Ryan with all his might. The punch was like heavy hammer blow for the 7 year old Ryan. He flew backwards. But today he was as if possessed , he stood straight like a demon and ran towards his prey and threw punch after punch without giving the boy any chance. Although his sudden burst was due to adrenaline rush, he didn't lose his reasoning. Ryan threw his later punches in the same spot to make the damage double.

But he was but a 7 year old without proper care for two months and he was fasting for the whole day. Soon the boy regained his sense and Ryan was beaten cruelly. His nose was bleeding, whole face swollen profusely, some parts of his body was scratched against the pavement's sharp stone, turned blue. The boy was also injured lightly and kicked Ryan one last time and ran away. Ryan at this moment lied on the pavement alone , stared at the setting sun and sobbed. His sobbing soon turned into loud crying.

He didn't cry loudly when his dad died. He remained strong. Cause he knew if he cried his dad will be sad.

He didn't cry when enduring the bully, hunger, mistreatment of the orphanage.

He didn't cry when his life went downhill from the very high point.

But today all the restraint he placed upon himself became loose. The incident became a catalyst towards the breakdown of the dam he created all throughout the year. He cried bitterly.

A masked man wearing tuxedo suddenly approached the crying boy. His mask couldn't hide the gentle playful smile. He said," Now,now boy would you like to come with me. There will be no shortage of food and clothing in the future, Ryan Hansen"

Ryan moved his eyes towards the man with a hint of surprise,"How do you know my name?"

"Now, don't be so suspicious. We have been trying to search candidates with high IQ for our organization. There are more like you in the association. We will give you a chance, you just have to grab it " After saying so the man began to walk away.

Ryan looked towards the direction of the orphanage and then at the man. He thought for a moment then followed the man.

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15 years later Ryan Hansen or ZERO became the only S rank assassin of the whole world. His assassination record was 455 successful missions without any failure at only 22 years old. The target he was being assigned was destined to be dead.

On a summer night he was being assigned to assassinate a Dean of a Orphanage. While going through the information he paused for it was the same orphanage where he stayed for two months. Then he looked at the picture of the Dean. A beautiful and kind looking middle aged woman covered his view. Her smile contented a kind of warmth that made even his cold heart fluctuate. He looked at target's information,

Name:Eleana Jones

Age:. 52 years

Identiy: Daughter of billionaire Renold Jones

Task:kill her and get the necklace around his neck.

Thus next day he flew for his home town. At the airport he took the taxi and went straight for the orphanage. when he first arrived he was astonished. The orphanage had changed. It seemed like heaven compared to before. On the outside his face showed no fluctuations though. At that time he saw his mission target Eleana Jones surrounded by small children at the garden of the orphanage. All there was different strings of laughter like a pleasant flute. The children here helped each other ,there was no negative emotions or bullying. And the woman among them was like a kind mother to all. This was how he met her and the first thing he thought," I wish i had her back then."

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The excessive bleeding blurred his consciousness. He was brought back to the present. Zero slightly opened his eyes . His vision was darkening. He closed his eyes and thought,"Dad at last i am coming to you. And you know dad even if i never met mom i think if she is alive today she would be like miss Eleana Jones. So don't you think i did the right thing to save her. So don't scold me after meeting." He smiled and his breath became weaker and weaker. After a moment he breathed his last in the world.