My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Hero Manga Novels & Stories

“Her name is Noriko Yamaguchi, one of the assassins from the Island Nations’ Shindan Way. She’s experienced in using firearms, especially sniper rifles, and it’s said that her marksmanship can be listed as the world’s top ten. “She was recently sent to Mordu along with many other professionals from the Shindan Way. “But these people don’t even know of each other’s existence. That’s why she’s unsure about the rest who came. “She serves directly under Sakura Miyamoto. “Sakura was the one who ordered the assassination. “You completely disgraced Hector Thompson at the auction hall. “Then, you walked out of the police station unscathed, proving Sakura’s efforts to be a huge joke. “Ordering your a

In all honesty, he had a valid point and I’ve definitely learnt my lesson. “You idiot! Is the mission more important than your life? It’s meaningless to take on a mission if you can’t see it to the end!” Now that was a low blow. It wasn’t as if I never tried. “What’s the point?” I stared into forest green eyes. “It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with m

*Sigh* Currently, Axel was using his favourite assassin hero, Kayne, the most handsome hero in the game, having blue skin with his unclothed upper body covered in glowing gold tattoos. His red hair was in a single braid with a spear's head attached to it at the tip. His lower body had slightly loose black harem pants with a beaded belt. His hands had nothing but two wooden daggers. Not only was Kayne very expensive to buy, but he was also one of the top 5 hardest game characters to master.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

It was also the reason why he didn't mind having a closer relationship with both of them. Monica looked at Usa and had to admit that this guy was better than Sorata since, unlike Sorata, this guy had never gotten angry toward the heroines, but well, similar to Sorata, this guy used a weapon known as "Yasashi (kindness)" to get the heroine too, but unlike Sorata, Usa was a truly good boy.

He remained silent. “Who?” His lips curled into a smile. “You'll learn soon enough.” Then his body went limp. I froze. “Damn it.” Footsteps rushed toward me. “Luna!” Several Ironfang warriors appeared. “Are you hurt?” “I'm fine.” “You're bleeding.” “It's nothing.” One of them looked at the unconscious assassin. “Who is he?” “A Council assassin.” The warrior's face hardened. “Did he say anything?” I looked at the blood on my hand.

“I’m going to talk to him.” Mateo shakes his head, his eyes open wide. “What? No way. I can’t let you walk in there alone.” I arch a curious brow as I button my suit jacket. “You do realize that I’m a former Assassin. I know how to fight, shoot, and use a knife. I’ll be fine.” Mateo throws his hands up, ceding my point. “Alright, but remember, I’m the one who Penelope will kill if something happens to you.”

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”