nucmednet Chapter 137 Mysterious Organization
Chapter 137 Mysterious Organization
Chapter 137 Mysterious Organization
As dusk fell, a dark figure sped through the mountains and forests like a ghost, only stopping at a towering mountain peak.
The figure turned out to be the black-robed man who had bought the Soul-Stabilizing Grass. At this moment, he took the Soul-Stabilizing Grass out of his storage bracelet and examined it carefully.
After repeatedly confirming that everything was correct, the man in black put away the Soul-Stabilizing Grass, rested briefly, and then began to climb rapidly up the mountain.
He climbed extremely fast, but he wasn't flying; he was actually climbing with his own two legs and feet. In just a few breaths, he had already reached the top of the mountain.
On the mountaintop stood rows of enormous black wooden houses, surrounded by clouds, resembling a celestial realm, yet creating a stark contrast with the eerie and sinister atmosphere.
As darkness deepened, the wooden houses gradually disappeared into the shadows.
The man in black robes took three steps at a time, quickly passing several wooden houses and running towards the largest house in the center.
Upon arriving at the house, the man in black knocked on the heavy wooden door, which slowly opened after a short while.
"Ah!" A scream rang out, and the room was filled with people standing in a circle. In the center of them, two teenagers were fighting each other. It seemed that one of them had fallen into a disadvantage and was suppressed by the opponent's sweeping attacks and could not fight back.
In the end, the boy was defeated. His body was covered in bruises, and blood was flowing from his mouth and nose.
His opponent wasn't in much better shape, also covered in bruises and bleeding from the corner of his mouth. But the difference was that he, as the victor, stood up and looked down at the defeated man lying prostrate on the ground before him.
"In reality, failure means death. Remember today's failure."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man stepped out from the side, his right hand forming a claw, and stabbed the boy in the abdomen, severely injuring his internal organs.
The boy clutched his stomach, his body contorted in excruciating pain, blood gushing from his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot as he lay on the ground, howling helplessly.
The dozens of teenagers around watched all this with blank expressions, as if this was the norm.
"Next group!" the middle-aged man announced. The victorious boy walked backward, the defeated boy was dragged away, and then two other boys followed.
At the middle-aged man's command, the two teenagers began to fight.
The middle-aged man pushed through the crowd and walked towards the black-robed figure at the gate. Upon seeing this, the black-robed figure immediately took out the Soul-Stabilizing Grass from his storage bracelet and offered it with both hands.
“Master, this is what you asked me to find when I went out.”
The middle-aged man took the Soul-Stabilizing Grass from the man's hand, carefully examined it using a detection spell, then nodded slightly. He then took out a yellow letter from his robes, handed it to the man in black, and said:
“Noah, including this, you’ve already done a hundred things for the organization. Take this letter to the cell, and the guards will release your sister.”
"Yes, thank you, Master." Noah knelt on one knee and accepted the letter from the middle-aged man with both hands.
Out of the corner of his eye, Noah caught a glimpse of the fight between the two boys in the crowd, and he recalled the days he spent here in his youth.
He was originally a citizen of Thunder City, one of the twelve cities of the Roman Empire, and lived in a village on the outskirts of Thunder City.
Far from the city center, nestled against a rolling hill, their village was built on the mountainside, almost completely isolated from the outside world. Only when trade or official business was needed would the village send people to the city.
Noah was born in the village. His parents discovered that he was born with stronger mental power than other children his age, which was beyond the scope of ordinary people. He could control weak magical energy.
Therefore, Noah's parents went to great lengths to help him develop his abilities, spending a lot of money to ask someone to go to the city to buy magic books for Noah so that he could focus on learning magic.
His parents understood that once Noah made a name for himself in his studies, he could break free from the village's constraints, enter Thunder City, find a good job, and even have the hope of joining the army to serve the twelve disciples of God.
Little Noah understood the high hopes his parents had for him, so he diligently practiced his spiritual discipline day after day.
Although his talent is still far inferior to that of child prodigies who are born with magical talent because their parents are magicians.
But his parents kept telling him that if he became a magician, he could provide a good life for his whole family and have a bright future. So Noah persevered no matter how difficult the training was.
Later, Noah's existence caught the attention of the village chief. The chief came to their home and spoke with Noah's parents. He learned that Noah was born with powerful mental strength. The chief praised the boy's talent as one in a hundred years and congratulated Noah's family on how their fortunes would be turned around and their destiny changed because of this boy.
Upon returning home, the village chief immediately wrote a letter and tied it to the ankle of an eagle. As the eagle flew out of the village chief's window, misfortune also befell the impoverished Noah's family.
Two days later, Noah continued training until late at night as usual. Only after his parents had gone to sleep did he stop training, tidy up the magic books on the floor, and quietly return to his room.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he noticed a dark shadow flash past his window. He opened his eyes abruptly and quickly turned to look at the window, but saw nothing.
"I must have seen wrong," Noah thought to himself, but the next moment he heard several sounds coming from the next room, including the sound of something breaking.
Noah quickly rolled off the bed and ran towards his parents' room, calling out "Dad, Mom!" repeatedly. But the next moment, when he pushed open the door, he saw a scene that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
The father's two arms were pinned to the wall with two short knives, and his chest was hacked to pieces. The mother's head was chopped off, and she fell into a pool of blood.
The whole process was extremely fast, with no signs of a struggle around them. The parents didn't even let out a scream, as if they had lost their lives the instant they were killed.
"Aaaaaah!!!" Noah's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, screaming in terror. But before he could make any other move, two men in black robes emerged from the shadows, smeared some powder on Noah's face, quickly knocked him unconscious, and took him away.
When Noah woke up, he found himself in a black wooden house, with two masked men in black robes and a middle-aged man standing beside him.
Upon seeing Noah awaken, the middle-aged man walked towards him expressionlessly and then asked, "What's your name?"
Noah was trembling and dared not speak. The middle-aged man did not ask any further questions, but instead instructed the two men in black robes beside him to take good care of Noah and bring him to see him once Noah had calmed down.
Noah clearly remembers his parents dying before his eyes. Could these people be related to the murderers?
No matter how Noah asked, the men in black robes remained silent, instead asking him if he was hungry, cold, or in pain, trying every means to steer the conversation away from the topic of his parents' deaths.
After a few days, Noah was physically and mentally healthy, and the man in black robes took him to the middle-aged man.
Just like the day before, the middle-aged man asked him what his name was.
“My name is Noah,” Noah said softly.
“My name is Hassan. I know who killed your parents. You will become my apprentice, and I will teach you how to take revenge.” The middle-aged man patted Noah on the shoulder.
Before he could react, the powder hidden in Hassan's hand that patted his shoulder diffused into the air and was inhaled by Noah.
In just a few breaths, Noah's soul and consciousness seemed to fly out of his body and slowly float into the air until he reached a paradise.
The place is covered with flowers, the trees are laden with sausages, cakes and all sorts of delicacies, and the river flowing in the ground is not water, but syrup.
Most importantly, Noah turned around and saw his parents. They were unharmed, without any bloodstains, and stood healthy and intact before him.
"Mom! Dad!" Noah cried and hugged his parents tightly, but this beautiful scene only lasted for a few minutes before Noah was back to the cold reality.
"As long as you are willing to cultivate diligently and be loyal to me, you will get everything you want."
Hassan said those words and turned to leave, leaving Noah standing there stunned and bewildered.
He looked up out the window, where a huge wooden gate in the distance bore the three large characters: Assassins.