Hitman System Novels & Stories

he replied, hinting with annoyance. “Do you also ask your innocent victims like this before you kill them?” With that, he remained silent. “Innocent,” he scoffed. I know that my patience is just hanging by a thread, this monster is now acting as a scissor to cut it. “You don’t have to explain yourself cause, either way, I won’t get it.” I smiled sarcastically. “Don’t think too highly of your kind,” he said. “We kill murderers, that’s just fair.” I shrugged and tried to read his expression.

He announced. "Yes!" Zenith jumped. "Can I really get used to this place?" Jaemin muttered. "I love it here" Chance smiled. Jezebel is still crying on the ground, her finger still pouring blood. "I'm the hacker here , so we're together. I'm Lambo" Lambo told Zenith. "Take care of me" Zenith replied, and Lambo stroke her hair "Of course, clan baby" she said, and Zenith laughed. "I'm Jaemin, the hitman, be f**king good to me" Jaemin told Sylvester.

He heard names of some systems like wind system, air system, fire system, lighting system, strength system, and water system, some other systems. but he didn't recognize the name on the blue screen, it is new to him, not only to him probably to everyone on this planet. "The harem system," He read the letters on the screen. *Host detected* a voice rang out in his mind while he is looking at the name on the screen. Hostname: Alex Power level: Level 0 Harem list: None Skills: Love Charm Points: 0 A list of details appeared on the blue screen after the system's voice. To him, everything about this system is new, not like the usual systems he heard about.

ller) Anita: Are you the hitman my friend told me about? Hitman: Yes Anita: In that case, I need you to do one simple job Hitman: What is it? Anita: (she shows him a picture of Paris) I want you to ki!l this woman Hitman: Paris Smith? Anita: You know her as well? Hitman: Yeah, the daughter of Mr Smith, a popular baker here in Azrael Anita: Yes, I want you to shoot her d€ad, Infact I don't even care what you do, Just make sure you k!ll her, I want her DEAD, I'll pay you any amount, Just do what you know how to do best.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

Some were sitting perfectly still but had trouble breathing, some were feeling restless while others could feel a flutter in their stomachs. Among them, a figure sat calmly, mirroring the grief of the others by a watery eye or a look of encouragement. It was all a ruse ... a mask of pain deceiving the people around, making them think that this mind was capable of feeling sadness. It wasn’t. That emotion had long gone ... substituted by hate. For the last six months, this mind had only one thought ... one purpose, the destruction of Esha Arora. I can’t stop now. There’s more work to be done. The rain started drumming heavily against the dark windows

“Ah, shit.” “You really don’t know her but you’re up against her. That’s a bold move, Luciano.” The red-haired guy got up from his seat and storm out of the room furiously. Cayne could feel they were wavering. He couldn’t understand why he would take revenge without preparing himself thoroughly. Cayne sighed and drop his head back on the chair. He wished that she would just warn him beforehand, so he wouldn’t feel too pressured and surprised. He put up a fight at first but gave up when they knocked him up.

"That blank stare. Talk to me. Who were those guys?" "The people you’ve spent your whole life sucking up to," Pim snapped, her eyes scanning the new, jagged lines of data scrolling across her retinas. "It’s not just money, Chalida. It’s... something else. My System... it’s not a bank account. It’s a hunting dog. And it just found its prey." "What are you talking about? What System?"

"The burn order... it doesn't just kill the agent. It kills their legacy. They want to erase everything I love before they take my life." Agent Miller crawled over to us, staying low. "Stone, we have to move you. Now. My team can't hold this perimeter if more hitmen show up. That list is global. Every killer within ten miles is coming to collect your head." "No," Bryan said, sitting up slightly. He looked at the black envelope Miller had given him. "There’s a way to stop this. Hazel, remember the 'System' skills your father used for the bank? The encrypted layer?"