Hitman with a Badass System



While Michael was engrossed in sketching his Dark Lord armor, Elara Valren, the leader of the Guardian Guild, called for a meeting of all the guild members. They were summoned to the grand hall of their headquarters. Elara instructed the guardians who hadn't resigned after Azazel's ultimatum to evacuate their current headquarters in the Awor continent. Instead, she urged them to regroup at their headquarters in the Ozer continent. Ideally, Elara would have preferred to confront the Dark Lord from their Awor continent stronghold, as it provided better defensive advantages. However, the empress of Awor had issued a mandate for them to vacate the continent entirely. The empress was concerned about Awor becoming a target for the Dark Lord's forces.

As a result, Elara and the Guardian Guild found themselves forced to make their final stand against the Dark Lord in the Ozer continent. Their headquarters, a formidable structure, stood proudly on Hulwick Isle, a solitary island named in honor of the second Supreme Guardian of the guild. In this critical moment, numerous warships diligently patrolled the tranquil sea surrounding the island while airships vigilantly kept watch over the skies above.

Inside the majestic grand hall, Elara commanded attention as she stood upon a raised stage, gazing out at the assembled guardians before her. This unwavering group of six hundred loyal guild members, united by their unwavering dedication, had refused to heed the Dark Lord's ominous ultimatum and resign from their posts. They stood resolute, prepared to face the Dark Lord head-on, even if it meant sacrificing their very lives for the guild they held dear.

In a remarkable display of unity and discipline, the guardians arranged themselves in a precise formation within the hall. With military precision, they stood shoulder to shoulder, their unwavering resolve mirrored in their steadfast alignment. Standing tall behind Elara Valren, the esteemed Alpha Guardian of Hunter Guardians, were Roshan, the Alpha Guardian of the Beast Guardians, donning his formidable armor. Beside him stood Vivienne, the Alpha Guardian of Sorcerer Guardians, her enchanting presence accentuated by her intricately adorned attire. Completing the trio was Garrick, the Alpha Guardian of Warrior Guardians, emanating strength and valor through his resplendent armor. 

Despite their unwavering strength and readiness to make the ultimate sacrifice for their guild, a faint trace of fear lingered in the eyes of the remaining guardians. And rightly so, for their formidable adversary was none other than the Dark Lord himself. It seemed like just yesterday when they had extended an offer to Ghost, considering him as a potential trainee Guardian. However, he had rejected their offer and embarked on a path that led him to become the Dark Lord. In a mere span of two years, Ghost had amassed such overwhelming power that he posed a grave threat not only to the guild but to its very existence, which had spanned thousands of years.

Elara Valren, standing tall on the elevated stage, gazed upon the gathered guardians with a mix of determination and compassion in her eyes. She understood the weight of the impending battle and the fear that gripped their hearts. Taking a deep breath, she began her speech.

"My fellow guardians," Elara's voice rang out with strength, commanding the attention of everyone in the grand hall. "Today, we stand on the precipice of a battle that will test our very souls. The Dark Lord has unleashed a reign of terror upon our lands, leaving destruction in his wake."

A murmur of agreement and unease rippled through the guardians as Elara's words resonated with their own experiences. They remembered the day when the Itholan island, a once flourishing realm, had been shattered into pieces, disappearing beneath the unforgiving waves. The loss of an entire island and its inhabitants had shaken them to their core.

Elara continued, her voice unwavering. "The Dark Lord's heinous acts extend beyond mere destruction. He has ruthlessly wiped out the noble Royal family of Thusia, eradicating their legacy and bringing pain to our realm. His power knows no bounds, and his thirst for dominance threatens everything we hold dear."

The guardians listened intently, their expressions a mix of sorrow, anger, and determination. Each one had felt the sting of the Dark Lord's actions, the personal losses they had suffered at his hands. But Elara's words kindled a fire within them, reminding them of their duty as protectors.

"But we, my dear guardians, we are the light in the face of this darkness," Elara proclaimed, her voice filled with conviction. "We have trained for this moment, honing our skills, and cultivating our indomitable spirit. We have pledged our lives to defend the innocent, to safeguard our realms from the forces of evil."

A renewed sense of purpose filled the hall as Elara's words resonated with the guardians. They straightened their postures, their eyes shining with a flicker of hope amidst the impending storm.

"Our unity is our greatest strength," Elara continued, her voice rising with fervor. "Together, we shall stand against the Dark Lord, united by our unwavering loyalty to the guild and our unwavering belief in the power of good. We will not falter, nor will we yield, for we are the protectors of light and guardians of justice!"

A surge of determination coursed through the hearts of the guardians, their spirits lifting as they absorbed Elara's words. They knew the road ahead would be perilous, but they were resolute in their mission to confront the Dark Lord.

As Elara concluded her speech, the grand hall resounded with thunderous applause and fervent cheers. The guardians, their fears momentarily set aside, embraced the strength that came from their unity.

Emboldened by the guardians' response, Elara Valren raised her hand, gesturing for silence. The hall fell into hushed anticipation as all eyes remained fixed on her.

"But let us not forget," Elara's voice carried a note of solemnity, "that this battle will demand everything from us. It will test our resolve, our courage, and our faith. We must be prepared to face our darkest fears, to confront the very embodiment of evil that stands before us."

A somber silence settled over the room, the weight of Elara's words sinking in. The guardians exchanged glances, a mixture of determination and trepidation mirrored in their eyes. They knew the path ahead was fraught with danger, but they were not alone. They had each other, bound by a shared purpose that would see them through even the darkest of times.

"Our fallen comrades, those who have bravely fought and sacrificed their lives, their spirits live on within us," Elara's voice carried a touch of reverence. "They have bestowed upon us a legacy that we must honor with unwavering dedication. Their sacrifices will not be forgotten as long as we draw breath."

The guardians nodded in silent agreement, their thoughts turning to those who had fallen, the memories of their fallen brethren fueling their resolve. They were a testament to the indomitable spirit that resided within them, a legacy that compelled them to rise above their own fears.

"And remember, my fellow guardians, we fight not only for ourselves but for the countless lives that depend on us," Elara's voice grew fierce, her gaze sweeping across the hall. "We fight for the innocent, the vulnerable, and the future that hangs in the balance. We fight for the hope that lies within every beating heart."

A renewed determination ignited within the guardians, an unyielding resolve that banished their lingering fears. They understood the weight of their duty, the responsibility that had been entrusted to them. They would not allow the darkness to snuff out the flame of hope.

"So, my brave guardians, let us stand together, shoulder to shoulder, as we march into battle," Elara's voice rang with unwavering conviction. "Let our unity be an impenetrable shield against the forces of darkness. Let our courage be a beacon of light amidst the encroaching shadows. And let our unwavering resolve be the weapon that shatters the tyranny of the Dark Lord!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the guardians, their spirits soaring with newfound determination. The grand hall vibrated with their resounding cheers, echoing throughout the headquarters, a testament to their unbreakable spirit.

When the echoes faded, Elara Valren stepped down from the stage, her heart filled with pride and gratitude. She knew that this battle would be their greatest challenge yet, but she had faith in the guardians' unwavering spirit and their unyielding dedication to the cause.

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As Elara delivered her impassioned speech, Salesi, accompanied by Evan, made their way into the underground treasury beneath Hulwick Isle. This secret vault housed a vast collection of treasures, gold coins, and artifacts belonging to the Guardian Guild. While the majority of their valuable possessions were securely stored in the Grandspire bank, the wealth amassed over thousands of years still overflowed within the treasury beneath the island. It was a testament to the Guild's long and prosperous history, a repository of immeasurable value awaiting its guardians' safekeeping.

In the midst of the tranquil blue underwater surroundings, Salesi found herself floating, knowing well that it was merely an illusion. She held a golden cube in her hand, recognizing its true purpose. With a simple flick of her wrist, Salesi activated the cube, deftly maneuvering it in intricate patterns. As the cube responded to her touch, a brilliant beam of light burst forth, shattering the illusion that had concealed the treasury before her. And as the radiant light expanded, it unraveled the hidden defenses, dispelling the protective arrays and ancient runes that guarded the treasury—a magnificent marble edifice safeguarding the Guild's amassed wealth from potential intruders.

With a graceful drift, Salesi and Evan floated into the treasury, their movements unhurried and deliberate. The golden cube they possessed held immense value for the Guardian Guild, as it contained precious drops of blood from all the Supreme Guardians, including Noah. This extraordinary artifact granted unparalleled access to the Guild's vast array of buildings, safe houses, and countless hidden treasures. Guided by the cube entrusted to her by Elara, who assumed leadership in the absence of a Supreme Guardian, Salesi ventured boldly into the treasury, scarcely concerned about the intricate security mechanisms in place.

As Salesi and Evan stepped into the treasury, an imposing sight awaited them—a towering golden door flanked by two colossal metal soldiers, each standing fifteen feet tall. These formidable guardians formed the final barrier before accessing the vault, wielding enchanted weapons capable of vanquishing even Immortals.

In the face of this awe-inspiring defense, Evan couldn't help but express his fear, his eyes betraying his apprehension. He turned to Salesi, seeking reassurance.

"Are we really going through with this?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty, his gaze fixed on the towering metal sentinels.

Salesi remained composed, exuding a calm confidence that belied the danger that lay before them.

"Don't worry," she replied, her voice steady. "As long as we possess this," Salesi raised the cube high, causing rays of light to emit from the metal guardians' eyes. The beams of light scanned the cube, as well as Salesi and Evan themselves. In response, the metal guardians raised their swords, clutching them against their chests, before forcefully plunging them into the ground. With a resounding impact, the runes adorning the golden door ignited, casting an ethereal glow. Slowly, the massive door began to creak open, unveiling the boundless wealth that lay within the vault.

When the vault door swung open, a breathtaking sight unfolded before Salesi and Evan. The chamber was bathed in a mesmerizing glow emanating from the vast array of treasures within. It was a treasure trove beyond imagination, a cornucopia of wealth that seemed to stretch to infinity.

A sea of golden coins, glinting with a mesmerizing brilliance, cascaded like waves upon the chamber's floor. Gems of all colors and sizes adorned ornate pedestals, casting dancing prisms of light that painted the walls with a kaleidoscope of hues. Ancient artifacts, intricately carved and pulsating with hidden power, stood proudly on display, their mystical energies palpable. Spell scrolls, their delicate parchment inscribed with arcane incantations, lined shelves alongside enigmatic books filled with forgotten knowledge. Weapons of legendary craftsmanship, their blades glimmering with an otherworldly sheen, exuded an aura of invincibility.

Evan's eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw dropping at the sheer opulence that surrounded them. He stood frozen, awestruck by the wealth and power contained within the vault. The sight overwhelmed him, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Meanwhile, Salesi remained composed, her gaze sweeping across the treasures with a sense of familiarity. A sly smile graced her lips, hinting at secrets known only to her. She basked in the splendor, unaffected by the overwhelming magnitude of the wealth before her. The glimmering light cast enchanting reflections on her face, accentuating her confidence and a touch of mischief in her eyes. She possessed an understanding of the vault's secrets, a knowledge that imbued her with a calm assurance even amidst the staggering riches that surrounded them.

"We can't simply allow the Dark Lord to claim all of this for himself," Salesi declared firmly, her eyes focused on the vast wealth before them. "Though the Guardian Guild may face its demise, we mustn't let these treasures slip through our fingers. They can become the means for the Shadow Clan to grow stronger and eventually confront the Dark Lord."

Evan hesitated, his inner conflict apparent in his voice. "It doesn't sit right with me, my lady," he confessed, his heart and mind wrestling with the notion of looting the Guardian Guild's treasury instead of standing united with the other Guardians against the Dark Lord. Deep down, he knew Salesi's words held truth. Allowing the Dark Lord to seize these riches would only serve to bolster his power.

Salesi's expression softened, understanding Evan's moral dilemma. "Evan, strive to be good, but remember, sometimes the path to victory requires making difficult choices," she advised, her tone gentle yet resolute. She picked up a golden coin from the floor, the weight of her decision evident. "We can't be too idealistic in these dark times. We must adapt to the circumstances and use what resources we have wisely. It's for the greater cause."

Evan nodded, his features reflecting a mix of uncertainty and resignation. He realized that in the face of impending destruction, preserving these treasures for a future battle against the Dark Lord was a pragmatic and necessary step. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he understood the necessity of their actions. Together, Salesi and Evan would secure the Guild's wealth, transforming it into a beacon of hope for a brighter future, even as the shadow of the Dark Lord loomed over them all.