Young Jonathan

"Jonathan, what is the creed of an assassin? Answer me!"

A burly, middle-aged man with a thick beard, dressed in black tactical gear with sharp Daggers strapped to his arms and calves, shouted sternly.

Not far in front of him stood a seven or eight-year-old boy, his eyes filled with determination, wearing the same attire as the bearded man.

The boy was swinging a stone hammer in each hand, each weighing several dozen kilograms, while holding a horse stance, drenched in sweat.

Hearing the bearded man's voice, Jonathan's throat produced a crisp, loud response.

"First, never underestimate your opponent!"

"Second, maintain your composure under any circumstances!"

"Third, always keep a heart that embraces death!"

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"Very good. You must keep these in mind at all times, as if they were carved into your heart!"

"Yes, Father!"

"Hold the stance for another hour!"

"Yes!"

Jonathan's arms trembled incessantly, and his teeth chattered, making a "clacking" sound. Sweat fell from his face like beads from a broken string, hitting the ground with a rhythmic patter.

Despite this, other than his response, Jonathan did not let out a single groan.

In his heart, there was only persistence, and more persistence.

The bearded man before him was named Abraham Rhode. Jonathan was someone he had picked up on a battlefield littered with corpses after completing an assassination mission.

Abraham did not know whose child he was. He had assumed everyone, including the children, was dead, but during his final sweep, he unexpectedly discovered one child who, despite a piercing wound through his chest, still had a faint breath.

Having been an assassin for decades, Abraham thought he had long since become cold-blooded, but at that moment, his heart softened, and he did not deliver the final blow.

He even secretly brought him back, adopted him, and named him Jonathan, giving him his own surname.

Jonathan, meaning a gift from the heavens.

Since the age of six, Jonathan had begun receiving Abraham's rigorous training, which had continued for two years now.

He never missed a day; even when Abraham was away on missions, he would train autonomously according to the established regimen.

Abraham did this so that Jonathan could eventually join his current assassin organization, Saber!

Saber was an ancient assassin organization in the Yulan Continent that did not recruit outsiders casually; they primarily raised and trained orphaned children from a young age.

If they did recruit, they were always elites.

Few eight-year-old boys possessed the determination and self-discipline of Jonathan, but he was this way because his body housed the soul of an adult who had lived for decades.

That's right, Jonathan was a reincarnator, his soul having attached itself to the child who had been pierced through the chest by a sharp weapon.

The child had originally died, and it was only because of Jonathan's arrival that a flicker of life remained.

Furthermore, Jonathan did not arrive empty-handed; he had descended into this world carrying a Soul Dao Fruit from a game in his past life.

This Dao Fruit, known as the Soul Dao Fruit, could enhance soul power every time he broke through a realm, and it was shrouded in a layer of hazy cyan mist.

The mist was a special form of soul energy, and before it was exhausted, it could protect the host's soul from any harm.

Cooldown time: ten years!

Because the soul and body are interdependent, the Soul Dao Fruit possessed the property of accelerating the recovery of his physical injuries.

When Jonathan first transmigrated, the original owner of the body had suffered such a wound that he should have died shortly after, but it was the Soul Dao Fruit that protected his soul, keeping him alive by a thread.

Coupled with his body's gradual self-healing, he was later found and rescued by Abraham, and through his careful nursing, he finally survived in this world.

Jonathan had initially been bewildered by this world, but after hearing Abraham mention the Yulan Continent and Saber, he confirmed that he had transmigrated into the world of Coiling Dragon.

He still had some memories of the content of Coiling Dragon, though not many.

That didn't matter; what was most important was that this was a magnificent world with battle qi, magic, and the potential to become a god.

There were also the four supreme planes, countless powerhouses, and infinite wonders!

"Since the heavens allowed me to survive, I will live a brilliant life until the very end!"

"It will not have been in vain that I walked the human world once more!"

"Alright, take a break. In fifteen minutes, you will run twenty kilometers with weights!"

Abraham looked at the silver pocket watch in his hand, his expression serious as he timed it.

"Yes, Father!"

Jonathan set down the stone hammers, which hit the ground with a "thud." He shook his arms, pounded his legs, and began walking back and forth to recover his stamina.

He had long since grown accustomed to Abraham's training.

However, every time the weight of the hammers or the load increased, he still had to spend a good while adapting.

Fortunately, the properties of the Dao Fruit were always active, making his recovery speed much faster than an average person's, so he adapted very quickly.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and Jonathan strapped black iron weights onto his calves, arms, and waist.

Following Abraham's command, Jonathan shot forward like a sharp arrow, with Abraham running closely alongside him.

As a seventh-rank warrior, Abraham's breathing remained completely steady throughout the run, his voice calm and composed.

Jonathan's running route had been meticulously planned to include flat ground, piles of jagged rocks, rivers, forests, and other terrains.

For the terrains that weren't naturally available, Abraham had built them himself.

The pile of jagged rocks was one such example.

With the physical strength of a seventh-rank warrior, he could lift boulders weighing thousands of pounds, making such tasks effortless for him.

The afternoon training session concluded, and the two returned to the small cabin.

After a simple dinner, Jonathan returned to his room, reading books and practicing his calligraphy under the glow of an oil lamp.

There were only a few books on the desk, but there was a bookshelf behind it containing dozens, if not hundreds, of volumes that Abraham had gathered.

Reading not only expands one's knowledge but also cultivates wisdom.

When Abraham first discovered this, he was quite pleased, as many people did not possess the temperament Jonathan had to settle down and immerse himself in study.

On the Yulan Continent, most people felt that being able to read and write was sufficient; as for anything else, they either lacked the means or simply did not value it.

But then again, in a world where the strong are respected and martial power is above all else, that was to be expected.

Cultivating battle qi or magic was what they were truly passionate about.

Through the books, Jonathan refreshed his memory regarding the geography of the Yulan Continent.

On the Yulan Continent, the Magical Beast Mountain Range stretches north to south across the entire landmass.

To the west of the mountain range, the territory is primarily dominated by the Holy Union and the Dark Alliance, covering an incredibly vast expanse, while the powers to the east are far more complex.

Not only are there the Four Great Empires, but also the Eighteen Duchies of the Northern Region, the Land of Chaos, and various other factions.

Currently, Jonathan and his mentor were located west of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, within the territory of the Dark Alliance.

To be more specific, they were in the forest outside Black Flame City.

There was a branch of the Saber organization within Black Flame City.

Abraham originally had a house in the city, but because he needed to train Jonathan, he had built a few wooden cabins in the forest outside the city walls.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the cabin, calling Abraham's name.

Jonathan, who had been looking down at his book, couldn't help but lift his head and look out the window, murmuring to himself, "Is there another mission?"

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