Hitman with a Badass System



With just twelve hours remaining until the battle between Michael and Noah, tension hung in the air. The urgent note Michael received stated that he had two days to fight Noah, or his captured subordinates would meet their demise. Among his subordinates, Adelia Wraith, Maxine, Tiberius, Titus, Optimus, and Trista were held captive by the Skyhall.

As for the remaining subordinates, Raylene, Sadie, Gibson, Corey, The Silent Reaper Crew, and Lenora, they were currently away from the undead island and unable to join the impending battle. Michael was left with only a handful of trusted allies: Gaya, his wife; Aria, the Queen of Shadows; Ricky; and Saber, the King of the Nightwalkers. Additionally, Dular stood among them, loyal and ready to fight.

The undead island stood as an isolated sanctuary amidst the vast ocean, bridging the Southern continent and Awor continent. As night fell, darkness engulfed the island, shrouding it in an eerie atmosphere. Thick lush forests and towering trees dominated the landscape, concealing the secrets within. At the heart of the island stood the crypt, a magnificent golden pyramid constructed by the ancient Order of the Death three millennia ago. Hidden among the trees, it remained a well-guarded secret.

But it was not just the crypt that lay hidden within the forest. Countless undead creatures roamed the outskirts, their decaying forms blending seamlessly with the surroundings. Above the forest floor, concealed among the trees, thousands of vampires silently waited, ready to lend their support when the time came.

Inside the crypt, Michael stood at the very center, Gaya faithfully by his side, while he surveyed the faces of Aria, Ricky, Saber, and Dular. Positioned behind them were the alpha undead, possessing the remarkable ability to control the vast army of undead soldiers strategically. Visually, these alpha undeads appeared indistinguishable from the rest of the zombie-like creatures that roamed outside the crypt. Michael deliberately disguised them as ordinary undead, a clever ploy to prevent any suspicion or targeted attacks from their adversaries. By seamlessly blending in with the countless undead, these alpha beings became virtually undetectable amidst the chaos of battle.

The tension was palpable on everyone's faces, except for the stoic and emotionless alpha undead. As Michael stood at the center of the crypt, the top of the crypt opened, revealing Eve as she descended, bearing important news.

"Just as Empress Nithroel predicted, Ghost, the Skyhall has chosen the river town as the battleground," Eve informed. She approached Michael, leaning closer to whisper into his ear.

"Our spy has revealed that Noah and the Skyhall angels had a disagreement. The angels wanted to use the townspeople as leverage to force your surrender, but Noah went against it and evacuated the town with the help of his allies in the Beast Kingdom," Eve whispered.

"Fucking assholes," Gaya cursed the Skyhall for their attempt to exploit innocent lives in their battle against Michael.

"Lady Eve, do you have any information about the size of the Skyhall and Noah's armies?" Saber inquired.

"They have eight thousand soldiers in total, including two thousand beast men and three thousand Skyhall angels. However, I suspect the Skyhall may have more soldiers and hidden strategies up their sleeves," Eve disclosed. Gaya's brows furrowed at the news, her role as a general coming to the forefront. Not only was she Michael's wife, but also a skilled commander with the ability to lead a formidable army. In contrast, Michael, the Dark Lord himself, had been trained as an assassin, lacking the experience in commanding such vast forces.

"Thanks to what you did, they won't have demons," Gaya stated, scanning the crypt as if searching for someone.

"Speaking of demons, where is Azazel?" Gaya asked, curious about Azazel's whereabouts.

"Doing something important with Elidyr," Michael replied.

Hearing the number of soldiers that Noah and the Skyhall had unsettled Michael's subordinates. With six thousand soldiers in their dark army, including undead and vampires, they wanted to ensure they had the advantage in numbers despite the strength of their undead and vampire forces.

"This is it, everyone. Our grand battle against the Skyhall and Noah. I'm not one for big speeches, but I'll tell you this: we will win this war. The Skyhall believes Noah can defeat me, and he's their only hope. So when Noah falls, the Skyhall will crumble like a house of cards," Michael's voice echoed through the crypt.

Gaya stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. As she looked at each of her comrades, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"My fellow warriors, we stand on the eve of an epic battle against the Skyhall and Noah. I know the odds may seem stacked against us, but remember who we are. We are the forces of darkness, united under the leadership of the Dark Lord. We have faced countless challenges, overcome insurmountable odds, and emerged victorious time and time again. Today will be no different," Gaya's voice rang out with strength and conviction.

She continued, "Do not be swayed by their numbers or their deceitful tactics. We possess something they will never understand—true unity, loyalty, and a bond forged through blood, sweat, and sacrifice. We have faced adversity together, and together we will triumph."

Gaya's words resonated deeply within the hearts of Michael's subordinates, reigniting the fire that burned within them. Their spirits were lifted, and a newfound determination sparked in their eyes.

Michael, too, felt the impact of Gaya's powerful speech. It stirred a renewed sense of purpose within him, reminding him of his true potential and the plans he had carefully devised to outsmart the Skyhall.

Unbeknownst to their enemies, Michael had devised secret strategies, strategies that would catch the Skyhall off guard. They had expected a straightforward battle, but Michael had something else in mind. He knew that their overconfidence would be their downfall.

As the morale-boosting speech concluded, the atmosphere within the crypt crackled with a newfound determination. Michael's subordinates stood tall, ready to face their enemies head-on. They were united, prepared to unleash their full power and fulfill their duty to protect their leader, their Dark Lord.

"Prepare our forces and await my signal. When you receive it, use the teleportation portal located here and gather at River Town," Michael instructed his subordinates. As he spoke, he led Eve and Gaya outside, emerging through the top of the crypt. Once outside, they ascended to a mountaintop on the undead island, granting them a vantage point overlooking the entire island and the vast expanse of the ocean that surrounded it. The moon's gentle glow cast shimmering reflections upon the ocean's surface, while a gentle breeze brushed against Michael atop the mountaintop.

"So, it's finally happening," Eve remarked, standing alongside Michael and Gaya.

"Eve, it is of utmost importance that we protect Dular at all costs. Your duty is to ensure his safety and escort him out if the situation becomes dire," Michael stated with a seriousness that caught Eve and Gaya off guard.

"We are going to win this. Nothing will go south," Gaya affirmed with determination.

"I know. But we still need to have backups. Since our army consists mostly of vampires and undeads, Noah won't hesitate to take their lives. Plus, he has Norvin. I will take care of Norvin and Noah," Michael declared.

Eve sighed, expressing her wish for Empress Nithroel to join their forces.

"No, it is crucial that she remains unaligned with me," Michael shook his head.

"I put Vedora in charge of planning a rescue operation for our captured subordinates. It will be a difficult mission but it's upto them now," Michael stated, his gaze shifting to Eve.

"Ensure that your sister Jasmine stays far away from the battlefield. She is in love with Noah, and you cannot risk her getting close to him in the battlefield," Michael cautioned Eve.

Unbeknownst to Michael and Eve, Jasmine Voldiguard was actually a clone engineered by the Skyhall elders, along with Yasmine Winston. They were part of the Skyhall's elaborate plan to manipulate Noah, the God of Light.

"It would be best to eliminate Noah as soon as possible. The Skyhall's entire army relies on him. Once Noah falls, the rest will crumble," Gaya suggested.

However, they both understood that killing Noah would not be an easy task. Michael possessed two god-killing arrows, while Noah had managed to acquire five with the assistance of Lord Information. Both brothers needed to possess all seven arrows and use them to eliminate the other.

Michael had taken all necessary precautions, tying up any loose ends and making thorough preparations for the battle against his twin brother, Noah.

"What about Evan?" Eve inquired, concerned about the threat Evan posed since becoming a god and aligning with Salesi.

"Salesi won't send Evan into battle prematurely. He will only intervene if Noah appears to be losing," Michael replied, before Gaya interjected.

"But he will lose, right?" Gaya questioned with a furrowed brow.

"Yes," Michael quickly affirmed before continuing.

"However, Evan won't pose a significant threat, as he is aware that I can eliminate Victoria with a snap. What we need to be wary of are Salesi's other hidden cards. I suspect she is amassing a soul army, an entity about which we know very little, if it indeed exists," Michael explained, his voice laced with caution.

"I don't like this. There are too many unknown variables at play," Gaya expressed with a sigh, her unease evident in her voice.

"They can have all the intricate plans and trump cards they want, Gaya. But I have a simple plan: kill Noah," Michael responded with a sinister smirk, his eyes gleaming with a chilling determination.

With his words hanging in the air, Michael spread his majestic wings, their metallic sheen catching the moonlight. With a swift motion, he scooped up Eve and took to the skies, soaring above the world below. The wind rushed past them as they ascended higher, aiming for their destination—the River town where Noah was waiting for him.