In a dark corner of this world, where wars are waged in silence and souls are traded as currency, there was a man who knew no mercy, belonged to no one, and believed in nothing but perfection—and silent death.
His name was never written in any registry. But his codename... it was whispered among the elite:
**The Seventh Shadow**.
On the final night of his earthly life, he received a mission with no room for refusal.
**Target:** A high council member of the Shadow Syndicate
**Location:** Vienna
**Protection:** Three layers
**Timeframe:** Four minutes
One look into his eyes was enough to know he didn't consider failure.
He had assassinated kings without lifting a blade... this was just another old man in a glass palace.
The shadow entered.
The guards fell without a sound.
He approached the target...
And then something happened—something that had never occurred in his career.
**The target wasn't human.**
The moment he pulled the trigger, the air cracked.
It wasn't an explosion, but a rupture in reality itself—
as if the world rejected what was about to happen.
Everything froze.
Time halted.
His body tensed, and his nerves screamed.
A voice—formless, timeless—whispered into his soul:
> "You've reached the edge of this world, Jun Mo Xie...
> Let's see what you'll become in a realm where no mercy exists,
> a world that needs a new Evil Monarch."
And then... **darkness.**
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When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in Vienna.
Not even on Earth.
He lay in a grand chamber, drenched in the scent of blood and rot.
Screams echoed outside, and unbearable heat lashed at his skin.
Trying to move, he felt a frail, exhausted body.
Suddenly, **memories not his own** surged into his mind.
Jun Mo Xie... a spoiled aristocratic youth...
useless... a disgrace to his clan... on the verge of expulsion...
But Jun smiled.
> "This body will do. But it needs a new master."
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