In the courtyard of Ahmed Zabana Secondary School, affiliated with Zahana District, at 7:34 in the morning, there were three people of varying height, talking among themselves as usual, in their usual place near the chemicals laboratory; The laboratory was located on the ground floor, near the stairs leading to the first floor, where they studied, except for the tallest of them, Nour al-Din, who was studying in Hall No. 1 on the ground floor.
Nur al-Din turned his gaze to a young man with black hair and dark brown eyes, wearing a blue apron and carrying a light blue wallet, with printed writings and some scribbles on it.
A slight smile appeared on Nour al-Din's face as he looked at that young man, who appeared to be tired and exhausted, as if he had not slept all night.
As soon as the young man directed his gaze towards Nour al-Din, Abd al-Rahman, and Ishaq, he raised his middle finger in their direction while smiling.
However, no signs of annoyance appeared on their faces, but rather they burst out laughing; They were accustomed to such behavior among themselves.
The young man walked towards them with relatively light and quick steps, then placed his wallet on something protruding from the wall, and a slight crash sounded.
The features of the young man who was playing the Free Fire game on a Samsung phone, and the features of Abdul Rahman, who was standing near him holding a Redmi phone, turned into a mixture of astonishment and light sarcasm.
"Botaleb, take it easy! Your wallet is huge, and you brought all the material we will study today. It's very heavy! "Bring only the books we use."
Boutaleb laughed embarrassedly as he looked at them.
"I'm used to it. I also know my luck well; The day I forget a book for a subject we don't normally use, the professor will ask to take it out. That's why I'm always careful. However, I am sure that the day I forget a book is the day the professor will ask me to take it out."
Ishaq and Nour al-Din remained silent, but Abd al-Rahman's looks held a bit of sarcasm before he spoke.
"Yes...yes, you are a dangerous person!"
Boutaleb's facial features turned into feigned annoyance, so he turned to Abdel Rahman and tapped him on the forehead. Before Boutaleb could say anything else, Abderrahmane pointed his foot at him and tried to kick him, an annoyed expression on his face. He hates this kind of joke, especially since his physical structure is weak, while Boutaleb's hands were so large that they were almost equal to the size of his face.
However, Boutaleb dodged his kick, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and Abdel Rahman's features turned from annoyance to laughter.
"Why do you beat poor Abdul Rahman? "It's so fragile!"
Nour al-Din's tone was somewhat sarcastic, which made the annoyance appear again on Abdul Rahman's face.
"Abdul Rahman, how much do you pay him?"
A malicious smile appeared on the faces of Boutaleb and Abdel Rahman as they looked at Noureddine, whose features transformed into those of a person who had been wronged.
"Five hundred Algerian dinars, and sometimes he works for free!" Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
There were signs of feigned annoyance on Nur al-Din's face as he looked at them.
"Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"
Boutaleb put his hand on Noureddine's shoulder, maintaining his calm features and sarcastic smile.
"Nour al-Din, you are a gentleman and a sober man..."
Boutaleb stopped talking for a moment, and a slight smile appeared on Noureddine's face, who looked at him and put his hand on his shoulder.
"You are truly my friend. Thank you".
A smile full of sarcasm appeared on Boutaleb's face as he looked at him.
"But you are the biggest cheapskate I have ever seen!"
Noureddine's features turned into shock, and he continued to look at Boutaleb without saying anything.
"..........."
"..........."
After several seconds, Abderrahmane, Noureddine, and Boutaleb all burst out laughing.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Isaac's features turned surprised as he watched them laugh; He was busy playing Free Fire, and did not pay attention to what happened between them.
Abdul Rahman looked at Ishaq, surprised, while maintaining a smile of laughter on his face.
"As the saying goes: Those who have heard are good, and those who have not heard, just repeat Flexx!"
Isaac's features turned annoyed as he realized that no one had told him what had happened between them.
"Isaac, what are you doing? It's been ten minutes since I arrived. It's 7:44, and you're still playing this game! Talk to us a little."
"Talk to us, we are a group!"
A slight look of annoyance appeared on Isaac's face, but he decided to clarify the matter.
"I'm not playing, I'm just checking out the game."
"Okay, Isaac."
Boutaleb's tone of voice was full of disbelief, before he changed the topic of conversation.
"The important thing is, we have two hours of mathematics. I will really hate my life! One hour was enough!
"Woah, first period is mathematics! It's very boring, especially since today's lesson involves a lot of explanation. "Two hours will be longer than we imagined."
A sigh escaped the mouths of both Ishak and Boutaleb.
Then Boutaleb put his hand on Ishak's shoulder, with a look that the latter was not accustomed to.
"Gowther... Gowther... Come on, wake up from your laziness!"
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At five o'clock in the morning, in Gowther's apartment, the latter had woken up from his sleep, sweating and breathing hard.
"Those dreams again... Seven years later, those dreams came back again."
Gowther wiped the copious sweat that was pouring from his forehead, then began to remember the characters he saw in the dream, and what happened in it.
Gowther muttered in a low voice:
"Case."
A transparent blue system screen appeared in front of him.
[Name: Guthralnickname: McTeer
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Male
Race: pure human
Master Suite: The concept of assassination
Suite type: Master suite
Level: 1 - Early -
Sync ratio: 15%
Sub-wing: Al-Baraka
Sync ratio: 60%
Talent: ???????
Profession: Assassin
Rank: Semi-Boundless
Merit Points: ?????]
Gowther had a look of astonishment on his face as he looked at his status window, especially at the synchronization rate of his main ward, Assassination Concept, which reached 15%."It rose so fast! Yesterday it was only 6%, but now it is 15%, an increase of 9%."
A deep sigh came out of Gowther's mouth, then he went to take a shower, as he had become smelly from the intensity of sweating.
Inside the bathroom, his thoughts were flowing like water pouring heavily over his head. He leaned against the wall, then muttered:
"Strange... Why don't I feel strange? Why didn't I think of returning to my world?
"There is something that makes me even more confused... How did you know that I was inside a novel? Wait a minute! I've never read a novel at all. All I read were the first five lines. Then how did you know I was inside it?
Doubt and confusion began to creep into Gowther's heart little by little.
Things were getting weirder by the day.
Even six years after he entered this world, things seemed easy at first, as if he was living inside a fairy tale, and that he was its hero, like any reincarnated person.
But things began to change after that incident, when Gowther fought Yuta, met that entity called the Assassination Concept, and obtained his own wing for the first time.
His view of the world has changed a lot; He no longer saw him as he had seen him when he entered it, or during the years he spent there.
"The day I have been waiting for so long... Finally, I will break through to the Boundless rank!"
"I have a feeling I'll get some answers from my guys today."
After several minutes had passed, Gowther came out of the bathroom and put on simple, but elegant clothes.
He looked at the clock, with a calm expression, and found that it was five-thirty in the morning.
Then he directed his gaze to two black daggers, decorated with dark red patterns, which were placed on a table not far from him. A powerful aura emanated from them that was impossible to ignore.
After several minutes had passed while he was contemplating that dagger, a group of memories began to flow into his mind like a swarm of bees.
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Three years ago...
When Gowther was thirteen, he had returned from an assassination mission targeting the original protagonist, Son Goku. But he lost humiliatingly, which made his mood very bad.
Gowther headed towards his apartment, changing his torn clothes and grinding his teeth in anger with himself; His weakness has brought him to a point where Son Goku pities him.
Flashback end.
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Three years ago...
Gowther was turning towards Son Goku, whose facial expressions looked calm, without any emotion, as if Gowther was nothing but a child to him.
Son Goku was a reincarnated person, who fought entities stronger than him for over six hundred years, and witnessed death numerous times.
Because of this, he possessed great talent, as well as being the son of the Demon King. He also possessed angelic power due to the curse that befell the body in which he was incarnated, in addition to the Saiyan genes that were transmitted with him.
In addition, he had a leveling up system, unlike Gowther, whose system had given him nothing since his reincarnation, except for the last ability he obtained, which was infinite evolution.
Other than that, Gowther got nothing else.
Gowther had no fighting experience, so he was no match for Son Goku, who delivered a ki-enhanced punch at him that sent him hurtling for several kilometers before crashing into a mountain.
All the bones in Gowther's body were completely broken, and he was unable to do anything. Even his ability, infinite evolution, was unable to evolve; They evolve after the body is repaired or while it is damaged, but a body so damaged as Gowther's was unable to benefit from it.
Gowther's vision was blurry as he looked towards Son Goku, who approached him with steady steps and a slight smile on his face.
Punch... punch... punch... punch...
Son Goku delivered several punches to Gowther's face, causing him to spit out a large amount of blood, while several teeth and bones were broken in his jaw and face.
"Son Goku... the second son of the Demon King Malaider... haha! What a truly pathetic person I am! I will die at your hands!"
"However, I am not afraid of death. Adversity strengthens resolve! I'm Gowther McTeer... No, I'm Hashemi Ishaq! I am not afraid to die in pursuit of my goals!"
Gowther's tone of voice was very weak; His teeth were shattered and his jaw was broken. However, Son Goku managed to understand his words well, and a malicious smile appeared on his face.
"Well, well, Mr. Gowther MacTeer. I will let you live, but remember my words well: When we meet again, I will kill you if you lose!"
Gowther's vision became more blurry, before he lost consciousness.
After Gowther fell unconscious, Son Goku's hand fell to the ground, and warm red blood flowed profusely from his shoulder. However, his facial features did not change at all.
He healed his arm, made it grow back, and then turned his gaze to Gowther.
"Interesting... You seem to have a good friend, Gowther McTeer."
Son Goku's tone of voice was somewhat sarcastic, before he disappeared after treating Gowther's injuries.
Flashback end.
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After Gowther changed his clothes, he wore elegant, dark black Nabil clothes decorated with red patterns. Then he went to the office of his father, Duke Euchemaros Macteer, who requested his presence.
After several minutes had passed, Gowther knocked on the door three times, then muttered in a low voice as he waited for permission to enter:
"What does my father want from me? Does it have anything to do with the failure of the Son Goku assassination, or is there something else?
"You may come in, Gowther McTeer."
Yukimarus's calm tone of voice brought Gowther out of his daze, and he entered the office, to find his father studying some books. As soon as Gowther entered, Euchemaros closed the book he was reading.
"You can sit down."
Yukimarus's tone of voice was calm, as he took off his glasses and put the book he was studying aside.
Then he turned his gaze to Gowther, who remained silent.
"You failed to complete your mission, but you came out alive in the end. After all, even if you fight an opponent stronger than you, the true victory in combat is to survive until the end."
"I think your pride has been wounded by your loss. Therefore, under the McTyre family law, which stipulates that anyone who fails in their mission is punished, you will feed the McTyre family guard for an entire year."
"If she does not die, it will be An achievement in itself; 98% of those who fed him died. This law applies even to family members."
The McTeer family's guardian was a giant arctic wolf, three times its normal size, while in its own dimension it was the size of a continent.
The family guard was equivalent in strength to a Beast Lord fighter, that is, a fighter of the rank of an ordinary God Lord. He was also brutal, killing anyone if he was in a bad mood or didn't like that person.
"Also, you will be given 1,436 lashes of the whip as punishment."
A sigh escaped Gowther's mouth without his will, but he felt strange; He already knew that. So why would his father tell him now?
This made him realize that there was something else his father had summoned him for.
"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"
A slight smile appeared on Yukimarus's face as he looked at Gowther, then he took out a black box measuring ninety centimeters long and forty-five centimeters wide, and pointed it towards his son.
"This is a dagger known as the Supreme Shadow Master. "It is a weapon of the rank of an Arbiter, brought from the Dungeon of Shadowlands of rank XXX++."
"It's your previous birthday present, and you're the only one who can use it, thanks to your ability to manipulate shadows."
Gowther placed the box in his dimensional space without opening it, and a deep sigh escaped Yukimarus' mouth.
"You can go, Gowther. Visiting time is over.
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Three years later...
A slight smile appeared on Gowther's face as he looked at the Supreme Shadow Lord's dagger.
"Who would have thought I would ever use you? It's been three years since I've had you, and yet I've only used you once, just to try you out.'
Gowther McTeer preferred to use swords in combat, but he knew deep down that the best weapon for an assassin was the dagger, not the sword.
The reason was not just the small size of the dagger; The dagger of the Supreme Shadow Master is eighty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide, but it is light in weight, and does not make a sound when drawn from its sheath, unlike a sword, which may make a sound when taken out.
In addition, the dagger is easier to throw at enemies, due to its wide and short design compared to swords that are more than a meter long.
Gowther placed the Supreme Shadow Lord's dagger into his dimensional space, then left the room, a slight smile on his face; This was the day he would evolve into a Boundless level entity, and be able to use the abilities of his special wing, known as the concept of assassination.