Chapter 36 - His Secret Was Out?

The assassin was here just to do his regular job, killing a person for money. He didn't feel anything about anyone, but he was quite astonished when he had received the latest assignment. Some guards hired him and gave him a small letter where it was written:

"Make sure the servant, Grant, dies. He's a hindrance to my mission. Also, he might do something to make a quick escape, and he might even magically make his speed faster, or his body could even become more powerful. Make sure to be prepared for that."​​

The assassin had raised his brows back then upon seeing this, but he didn't take those words seriously. Now when he saw Zion's body surrounded by light, his eyes widened, and he let out a gasp. His employer's words were coincidentally correct!

Among Dhampirs, the royals, the last descendants of the magicians, and half-elves could perform magic. The ordinary citizens and servants didn't have such a constitution. But when he saw a half-minotaur using magic right in front of his eyes, he gripped his sharp weapon tightly.

He was fortunate enough since his employer had previously warned him about this. So even though he didn't prepare for such a situation, he could still calm down faster and make quick decisions. At this time, he assumed that this half-minotaur would try to rush past the front door if this servant used speed magic as the black-cloaked man assumed.

And even if that servant made his body more powerful, the assassin knew that as long as he could cut off the windpipe, he would be fine. So he took a deep breath and silently moved his body toward the door to block it while staring at Zion with squinted eyes.

On the other side, Zion felt a flood of energy surrounding him when his system finally agreed to give him a loan of special power that was only available for the next hour. It was really a failed business, but what else could he do? At this point, his only priority was to save himself first before anything else.

So by the time he opened his eyes and looked around, he frowned. Where did the assassin go?

Don't tell him that the assassin ran away, seeing bright effulgence around Zion!

The latter shook his head and turned back only to see the man in black standing at the door as if he was blocking the way. Zion stared at the man with a gaping jaw.

Just why did the assassin go toward the door? The latter could have attacked him, and Zion would have sneaked out with his speed-boosting power. But why did the man in black robes stood guarding the door like that?

It couldn't be possible that this person had a screw loose. When Zion thought of how this assassin had fought with him tactically, he shook his head. That man did have some brain that he used in fighting.

The only possibility was that somehow, that black man knew that Zion would try to escape at a faster rate through the door. Otherwise, why would you change your position all of a sudden in the middle of a fight?

When Zion realized this, his expressions changed. He could only think of one reason why the assassin knew about his escape plan: this man in black must have known about Zion's secret! Even if he could assume that the assassin didn't know his secret, the black-cloaked man, or Bradley, might have been aware of this aspect.

Zion's eyes widened at this realization, but right now, he didn't have time to think of this. He would have to find a way to escape this place and change his identity. If his enemy knew that he had changed his identities many times, his life would be in danger! There wasn't a point of staying at the palace surrounded by guards and the black-cloaked man's spies all around him!

But how to escape? He gave a glance to the bed and bent before breaking a leg of the furniture. Thankfully, the thing that his system loaned to him not only boosted his speed but also gave him strength. So he was confident that he would be able to fight and escape!

At this time, Zion didn't plan on killing that assassin who liked to walk around in the shadow using magic. He didn't have enough martial arts skills. He only wanted to leave this place and change his identity to another one. But now, when he saw the assassin revealing that the latter knew about the detective's secret, Zion hesitated before making this decision.

If his enemies really knew about his identity, they would try to follow him around no matter what kind of identity he took. Still, he had no way to figure out how much inside information his enemy knew. Perhaps he could use this chance to find out about what the black-cloaked man was aware of!

So Zion gripped the wooden leg tighter and stared at the assassin with an icy glare before calling out to the system. "Oi, 007."

"What?!" The system squealed and jumped out all of a sudden. It seemed as if 007 was too excited while watching an action scene and was disturbed out of the blue.

Zion ignored the system's expressions and asked, "How fast can you give me my human identity back?"

"Within five minutes from now."

He nodded and said, "Then start the preparation."

A flash of surprise appeared in 007's eyes before he frowned. "But….why now? Are you confident that you will be able to escape faster?"

Zion scoffed. "Do I have any other choice? With the strength and speed boost power you have loaned me, I can definitely find a way out!"

When the system saw his host's confidence, he shut his mouth and sighed. "Fine. I'll initiate the process, but make sure to hide yourself in a corner before the countdown ends."

The detective didn't reply as his body flashed in front of the assassin at top speed. The system, who watched this action all of a sudden, was stupefied before he disappeared out of the host's sight and went into hiding to watch the show with a bowl full of popcorn.

Zion didn't know that his system was enjoying this live-action sequence. For him, this scene was more likely a situation of life and death where even slight negligence could kill him.