Headquarters of the Night Reapers


    The [Night Reapers] were the most renowned and feared organization of assassins in the world. Their mission was clear: eliminate individuals who posed a significant threat to global stability, ensuring a safer future. They operated not merely as killers but as silent guardians, excising the rot of danger before it could spread.


    While they frequently epted high-priority requests from influential figures across nations, the Night Reapers relied primarily on their intelligencework—a web so advanced it was unmatched in its depth and reach.


    The organization maintained several branches worldwide, but their heart and nerve centery on a remote private ind ominously dubbed Reaper''s Heaven. This secluded stronghold housed the elite of their ranks and served as a crucible for the most promising talents. Only the best of the best were groomed here, molded into the shadows'' sharpest weapons.


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    The ind''s cafeteria buzzed with chatter andughter because of a certain event.


    "Hey, King! I heard Nightingale rejected you again! AHAHAHA!"


    The mocking remark rippled through the room, drawing a wave ofughter from the gathered assassins. At the center of their amusement sat a handsome young man with silver hair tied in ponytail and azure blue eyes. He looked barely sixteen years. He methodically speared peas onto his fork, eating them one by one, his expression quite annoyed.


    The boy, known as King, had be the target of their jest for a simple reason: his pursuit of Nightingale.


    Nightingale was a legend within the Reapers, a Rank 0 assassin—the highest echelon within the organization. Beautiful, deadly, and ten years his senior, she was the embodiment of perfection in the eyes of many. King was no exception. Despite the age gap and her repeated rejections, his infatuation burned bright.


    Her usual excuse for brushing him off had be quite famous:


    "Come back in five years, kid. Then I''ll think about it."


    Theughter swelled around King, but he didn''t react immediately. Instead, he turned his sharp gaze toward the source of the taunt—a grizzled veteran assassin sitting across the room. Slowly, he picked up a pea with his fork which started freezing.


    Then, with a soft whistle, he flicked the frozen pea.


    -CRACK!


    The pea shot through the air at a speed that made the room fall silent. It sliced a thin, bloody line across the veteran''s neck before embedding itself with a resounding sound into the wall behind him.


    The older assassin gulped audibly, his hand instinctively brushing the shallow wound. His re sharpened immediately.


    King smirked, leaning back with mock casualness. "Oh, no! I missed! I was trying to put a nice little hole in that ridiculously thick neck of yours. Honestly, is that a neck or a tree trunk?"


    "You little bastard!" The veteran growled, pushing to his feet.


    King''s grin widened as he jumped onto the table, ready for the fight he knew wasing.


    "Enough!"


    When a familiar strong voice rang, instantly, the rowdy assassins froze, theirughter dying as they climbed down from tables and chairs. All except one.


    King remained standing atop the table, unfazed, his mischievous grin only widening as he turned toward the source of the voice.


    There she was—Nightingale.


    The most beautiful assassins of the Night Reapers and also the strongest woman Assassin, a Rank 0. For King, however, she was more than just a Rank 0 assassin. She was his first crush.


    Grinning, he leaped from table to table, purposefully knocking tes into the faces of those who had mocked him moments earlier. Reaching the edge of her table, he sprang down in front of Nightingale, dropping to one knee.


    "Beautifuldy, please marry me," King said, gazing up at her as if she were the queen of his world.


    Nightingale stared at him, exasperated. Finally, she sighed. "I should''ve known better than to let old Melvin adopt you. You''re turning out just like him."


    She shook her head, berating herself for ignoring her instincts all those years ago. Melvin, a notorious womanizer and former assassin, had taken King under his wing when he was just a scrappy five-year-old. Now, his adoptive son seemed to be following in his footstepsplete with the charm and audacity.


    "Please, Mdy," King said witha chuckle. "Don''t reduce my love to mere foolishness. I''m deeply infatua—ouch!"


    Nightingale flicked his forehead before he could finish. The sound of the flick drew another round ofughter from the crowd behind him.


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    "Sorry, King," she said with a smirk, "but I''ve got an urgent mission to attend to. Save your poems for another day."


    King jumped to his feet, his expression lighting up. "A mission? Can Ie?"


    "No way." Nightingale shook her head. "You''re a Rank 2 assassin. That''s impressive or even absurd for your age, I''ll admit, but this is a Rank 0 mission. It''s far too dangerous."


    "A Rank 0 mission? Is the target that dangerous?" King asked, his eyes sparkling.@@novelbin@@


    Nightingale hesitated before replying, her expression turning slightly more serious. "It seems so. I''ve heard strange rumors—something about a Goddess appearing—"


    -BOOM!


    A thunderous explosion suddenly shook the entire headquarters. The floor trembled violently beneath them, as if the ind itself wereing apart.


    King stumbled but quickly regained his bnce. Nightingale''s green eyes darted to the door, her expression hardening.


    "Everyone! Outside! NOW!" She barked.


    As the others scrambled to follow her orders, Nightingale sprinted toward the exit with King close on her heels. The tension immediately rose up as the assassins poured out of the headquarters and into the open air.


    Outside, an eerie silence nketed the scene.


    King slowed to a stop as he took in the sight before him. The gathered assassins stood frozen in ce, their faces pale, their mouths agape. Every gaze was fixed on the sky above, their wide eyes filled with disbelief, fear and something close to divine admiration.


    He followed their line of sight, tilting his head upward.


    The moon hung low in the sky, luminous and vast, radiating a silver-gold hue that bathed the ind in its ethereal glow.


    But it wasn''t the moon that captured King''s gaze.


    Floating in front of the celestial orb was a figure—a woman, yet something far beyond mortalprehension.


    Her beauty defied the limits of humanity. It was unearthly, transcendent, the kind of radiance that could only belong to a being of divine origin.


    A Goddess.


    Her silvery-blonde hair cascaded down to her waist in shimmering waves, drifting slightly in the cool night breeze alongside the flowing folds of her white gown. Her eyes, a mesmerising gray-white hue, were as deep and unreadable as the void of space.


    Two majestic horns protruded elegantly from the sides of her head,pleting the vision of divine majesty. Everything about her was mesmerizing—every detail, every breathless moment of her presence felt like a scene stolen from an ancient myth.


    The ind was silent. Not a single assassin dared to move or even speak, their awe rendering them statues beneath the moonlight.


    Even King, who prided himself on his braveness, was struck speechless. He stared, unblinking, as if he feared the vision would vanish if he looked away.


    The woman—no, the Goddess—looked down upon them with cold, disinterested eyes. There was no warmth in her gaze, nopassion. It was as though she were staring at insects, beings too insignificant to warrant her concern.


    Nightingale, standing at the forefront, narrowed her eyes and broke the silence. "Who are you?"


    The Goddess didn''t flinch, didn''t so much as acknowledge the tension or the question''s demand.


    But after a moment, she spoke.


    "Queen."