Hit was the most famous assassin in the Galactic Assassin Organization. He had always worked alone, and ever since his debut, his mission completion rate had been one hundred percent. There had yet to be a job he could not finish.
Every time he carried out an assassination, the target would be killed without a sound. No matter how many guards were deployed, it was useless. No one knew how Hit managed it.
That mysterious, unpredictable ability to assassinate terrified everyone. The wealthy avoided him like the plague, and so Hit's name rang especially loud. He was one of the pillar figures of the assassin organization. However, he was extremely picky when choosing missions, acting entirely according to his own preferences. He would not casually accept a job just because the price was high.
Those assassinated by Hit were often parasites of the universe.
In a certain sense, Hit was more like a representative chosen by Champa and Vados. If not for his overly aloof and cold personality, Vados would even have considered training him as a God of Destruction Candidate.
After completing another mission, Hit destroyed the photograph of his target.
Just then, Hit's brow shifted slightly. A trace of gravity appeared on his unsmiling face. He raised his head, his two eyes glancing toward the dark sky.
"A strange fluctuation."
Hit murmured softly. His hands, tucked into his pockets, subconsciously clenched into fists, and a hazy white light gathered at his knuckles. If anything happened next, his attack would fly out without hesitation.
With a soft rustle and a faint spatial fluctuation, a tall, upright figure appeared in Hit's sight. It was a black-haired man whose entire body shone with silver-gray light. His features were handsome, his figure straight, and his golden eyes in particular were strikingly