“Stop, you bastards!” The tall captain George Washington saw the assassin’s actions and let out an angry roar. If the giant captain’s fury at this moment could be turned into fire, it would be enough to dry up half the water of the Aegean Sea! These bastards, they won’t even leave the young city lord’s corpse alone!

“Stop him!”

A dozen or so black-clad assassins surrounded him, blocking the giant captain George Washington in place, not letting him get close.

The giant captain George Washington roared again and again, but he couldn’t break through the sea of people surrounding him. His frenzied actions only added several more wounds to himself in vain.

At this moment, the gray-clad killer who was severing the head pressed his blade against the youth’s neck. The blade moved forward—this was a perfect angle to strike. With just a little force, he could sever this extremely noble head.

As the blade moved forward, even the well-trained gray-clad assassin felt his heartbeat quicken. The head before him was the most valuable one he had ever taken in his life.

With a forceful arm, the gray-clad assassin’s sharp dagger slashed toward the young city lord Samuel Parker’s neck.

At this critical moment, a cold wind howled past.

Everyone present shivered. It was said that this kind of wind, coming from the northern Nebulas Mountains (the Great Ice Wall), could instantly freeze a person into a popsicle.

The gray-clad assassin’s blade still resolutely cut forward. Although it trembled slightly due to the cold wind, it was not enough to stop him from severing the head.

“Clang!” The blade smoothly reached the young city lord’s neck.

But there was no sensation of the blade slicing into flesh. The gray-clad assassin only felt as if the blade had struck something incomparably hard, sending a numbing shock through his right hand.

“What is that?” The gray-clad assassin looked down.

Then, he seemed to see a segment of something like a black chain, just a small piece, faintly blocking the youth’s neck. One end of this short chain appeared to be broken. Yet it was this small, broken, chain-like thing that stubbornly blocked his blade.

The gray-clad assassin hurriedly wiped his eyes and stared carefully.

But strangely, when he looked closely, all he saw was the youth’s well-maintained neck—there was no black chain at all.

“What’s going on?” The gray-clad assassin bit his tongue. Was it an illusion?

“Ahem.” Just as the gray-clad assassin was examining the youth’s neck, the corpse of the youth before him suddenly coughed.

The gray-clad assassin’s pupils instantly widened. The second shiver of the night struck him with unprecedented force—was this a corpse coming back to life?

After coughing, the youth—who should have been a corpse—began to speak.

“That hurts.” The youth’s voice was hoarse as he slowly opened his eyes.

The youth’s eyes appeared somewhat dim and confused, giving the impression of someone waking after a slumber of ten thousand years.

He’s not dead yet?! The gray-clad assassin immediately realized, surprised that all his careful checks had failed to reveal that the youth was still alive.

But, that didn’t matter anymore.

The gray-clad assassin grinned wickedly and once again raised his blade, slashing down at the youth.

Who cares why he’s not dead yet? As long as this blade comes down, the living will die, and the dead will be even deader!

As if sensing the threat of death, the confusion in the youth’s eyes quickly faded.

Immediately after, the youth’s pair of noble golden pupils instantly turned as dark as the night.

Just like the legendary eyes of a demon.

A person’s eye color never changes in their lifetime, let alone changing as suddenly as the youth before him.

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Ethan Brooks could hardly believe it—at this moment, he had been reborn in another’s body.

And the host was a youth with a knife pressed to his throat.

The blade was so close that Ethan Brooks could even feel the chill coming from it.

This was a very serious matter. The sharp blade told Ethan Brooks that if he didn’t do something, he would soon have to face death again.

Ethan Brooks was not afraid of death, because he had already died once.

Ethan Brooks also didn’t want to die, precisely because he had already died once.

“Damn it.” Ethan Brooks twisted his body, trying to dodge the blade.

“Too late, give me your life!” The gray-clad assassin let out a lewd laugh, and at the same time, pushed the knife forward...

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Chapter 3: Who Holds Power Over Life and Death

At such close range, it seemed impossible to dodge this blade.

“Can you wait a moment?” Just as the gray-clad assassin’s short sword was about to strike, Ethan Brooks suddenly spoke.

Of course, the gray-clad assassin wouldn’t stop, but when Ethan Brooks spoke, his hand did pause slightly.

“After all, I’m powerless to resist. Before I die, can you answer a question for me?” Ethan Brooks continued.

This time, perhaps it was Ethan Brooks’s words that worked? Or maybe it was something else.

In any case, the result Ethan Brooks wanted seemed to have been achieved.

The gray-clad assassin’s hand really did pause. He looked at Ethan Brooks with a mocking gaze. “What’s your question?”

“I want to know who wants to kill me.” Ethan Brooks’s fingers flicked lightly a few times, and he asked sincerely.