But even so, people still flocked to hire him! Because not only was his marksmanship superb, never missing a shot, but he also possessed unfathomable martial skills! Whether it was fists, palms, blades, or swords, he had extraordinary mastery! However, the biggest reason was always that his mission completion rate was one hundred percent! This record, while perhaps not unmatched for all time, was certainly unprecedented!

He was the undisputed ultimate assassin in the world of killers!

He was also, to this day, the only top-tier assassin in the world who had never failed a single mission!

But, at his core, this gold-medal assassin was actually a typical hot-blooded youth!

And this time, once again, he volunteered himself; upon hearing that M Country’s secret agents had unearthed a priceless treasure from Kunlun Mountain in Z Country and had already smuggled it out before national security got wind of it, Ethan Brooks, this typical hot-blooded youth, was furious!

How could a treasure of magnificent China, especially in this era of peace, still end up in the hands of M Country’s people?!

Ethan Brooks charged in alone, arrogantly taking on nearly a hundred M Country agents single-handedly. From assassinations and ambushes to a final head-on battle, after killing more than seventy people, he finally seized the treasure. By then, the M Country agents had been scared out of their wits by him—if he wanted to leave, he could have done so with ease! And Ethan Brooks was absolutely confident of that!

But just as his hand touched the treasure—a delicate pagoda no bigger than a palm—an utterly unexpected supernatural event occurred. His injured hand grabbed the little pagoda, and suddenly he felt his whole body go numb, instantly unable to move at all, not even able to blink!

He didn’t notice that the blood flowing from his wound was continuously seeping into the little pagoda, that exquisite, delicate, and sinister little pagoda...

In his final memory, he saw no fewer than fifty miniature grenades flying toward him, over twenty guns of various types spitting fire at him, and though he had the skills to kill all these people in one fell swoop, it was tragically ironic that he couldn’t move a muscle!

This feeling was enough to drive someone mad!

Who would have thought that I, Ethan Brooks, who dominated my whole life without a rival, would die so unjustly here? But I can’t say I lost out—over my life, the number of corrupt officials, local tyrants, evil overlords, and foreign agents I’ve killed must number in the thousands. That’s enough! Worth it!

Others go to the afterlife with a smile; I go to hell with a smile!

In this life, I lived with a bang! Lived freely and without regret! My conscience is clear!

Although I killed many people, not a single one of them didn’t deserve it! Since that’s the case, I have no regrets! Even if I go to hell for it, so what?!

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill all filth! Cleanse all evil! Even if I am a killer despised by others, so what?!

In this vast world, who else could live as freely as I have? Who else could live so joyfully?!

“Hahaha…” At this thought, Ethan Brooks couldn’t help but laugh out loud in pride.

“Young master, you… what’s wrong?” A timid voice sounded nearby, seemingly frightened by his actions, with a hint of tears in it. Then a cool little hand touched his forehead.

Young master? Am I not dreaming right now? Or in hell?! Ethan Brooks shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes wide. Then, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged up from deep within! Wave after wave of strange memories poured into his mind. Ethan Brooks was stunned, as if struck by lightning!

He was in another body? Reincarnated again? But why were his memories from his previous life still so vivid? Did he not drink the soup of forgetfulness?! Or was it a case of soul possession?!

Either he had transmigrated—

Or he had been reborn by possessing another body?!

Ethan Brooks stared blankly, not understanding what was going on for a long while, remaining motionless.

Just as the little hand beside him was waving frantically in front of his eyes in panic, Ethan Brooks suddenly shouted with wild joy: “Damn! Good people really do get rewarded! Whatever happened, the point is I’m not dead, and something this great happened to me. Looks like I must have accumulated countless merits in my previous life—maybe even boundless merit!? Wahahaha…”

With a startled cry, the little girl of about ten years old beside him shrank away, her pretty big eyes blinking in panic, staring at the “young master” before her as if he were a nightmare. Her petite body trembled, her face growing paler, just like a little quail that had been badly frightened.

Another shrill scream rang out, but this time it came from Ethan Brooks himself. Because he suddenly realized that his own voice just now was sharp and high-pitched, like a girl’s. Could it be that his, uh, was gone? No way! Ethan Brooks’s first reaction was to throw caution to the wind, regardless of the little girl in front of him, and grab his own crotch.

Luckily, he found that familiar lump, and Ethan Brooks let out a long sigh of relief. Heaven really hasn’t treated me badly—I still have my manhood.

That really scared me just now. I thought I’d transmigrated into some girl’s body… Ethan Brooks wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

Steadying himself, Ethan Brooks began to examine his new body.