About 20 meters from him, heads were popping out the tall leaves of the grown grains, or as well be called wheat.

The surrounding was already dark and only the glimmers from the moonlight give the area with slight illumination.

"Leader, there is a man standing ahead," said by someone covered in black clothing from head to feet.

The leader glances ahead and saw a silhouette, then he answered...

"Kill him, we cannot let any possible witness alive," said the leader wearing the same clothing as the former.

The leader then eyeing the said man that was standing ahead of them. The man was overlooking the growing tall grass of wheat.

Upon identifying the man's face, which was Yeman, the leader of the group in black clothing narrowed his eyes.

"No, wait—" before his men could make a move, he called out and sent a stop signal.

"Sir?" The second in command of their group asked their leader.

"That's him, our target this evening," said the leader to his men. Their voice was inconspicuous.

After hearing their leader. Each and every one of them narrowed their eyes towards their prey this evening.

Some of them were smiling with a vicious looking face. They were already used to killing. After all, this was the kind of job they chose.

They were already veterans in killing a person. They were even given some tasked like killing a strong magician with 2-3 ranks higher than them.

And they succeeded in all of their missions. This night was no exception. However, this mission was the most boring mission they ever had. It was said that their target was a worm. Or known as 'magic-less person'.

Some of them wanted to refuse this mission. After all, it was easy to accomplish. Even sending one person would be enough to finish it.

But after hearing the reward of this easy mission, many of their members decided to tag along.

They were wondering how such an easy mission had a considerable reward.

Even if the client said that the target was a magic-less person. They decide to take preemptive measures. They gathered pieces of information about this target. And just like what the client said, this guy literally was a magic-less person.

They even bought Cloak of Invisibility for each one of them. Well, even if they spend money this time, the mission reward was too huge. And the Cloak of Invisibility was useful for their next missions.

"Leader, let me handle it," one of their members whispered. Suddenly, a blowing wind had passed by, which slightly hovered the cloth that covers his body, a knife was tucked-in at his back.

The leader smiled briefly and nodded, then said...

"Okay, but don't make it bloody, and finished it fast so that we can still have time to drink in the tavern," replied the leader.

"Aye, sir," he said in a lazy manner, like saying 'good grief'. He won't even be wasting magic in this type of mission. Such a boring mission.

He canceled the invisibility effect of his cloak. For him, there was no need for a sneak attack. And the target was already there. Standing alone without knowing that every second of his life had already started counting down.

He then moves forward in normal steps. Like he was just having a normal night. He looked to their target. It was a young man. About 17 years old, with no parents and was living with his sister and uncle, and also an aunt that was a none related by blood.

It was reported that the target's uncle and aunt were veteran magicians. But he knew that those people were traveling in their dreamland as of now.

'Such a pitiful person, looks like I need to make it a little quicker so that he will not suffer for long. This is the only parting gift I can give to this young man," he thought as he ambled towards the target.

Now only 10 meters left, the young man was standing without moving. Seconds later, it noticed him, as the target's head craning to his direction. It was already 10 pm in the evening. But this young man weirdly standing alone in front of these fields.

He was wearing an old T-shirt with faded brown color and a v-neck, paired with a thin fabric pajama.

After several seconds, he arrived at his front. About 3 steps away from the target. A good distance to perform a quick normal strike.

Ehem! He cleared his throat. Then he opened his mouth.

"Hey young man, it is already late at night, what are you doing here, kiddo?" He first questioned the target.

'Since this is the last moment of this person's life, let's see what his last words be like,' he thought.

He noticed the young man smiled briefly, then it opened his mouth.

"Just taking a stroll and gasping for fresh air, venerable sir," answered the young man in a respectful tone. Without even giving any suspicions towards him.

'Such an innocent person,' he thought. 'But mission is mission,' he added. It was regretful for him to kill some innocent target. But life was not so gentle. And he needed to do it if he wanted to survive as well.

Because if they failed in their mission, their life would be the expenses.

"Hmm, I-I see... is that it?" He questioned him while his hand slowly reaching the knife hidden underneath the cloth.

"Nah, since I'm here, maybe I also going to get rid of some pests that were hidden in the wheat field. After all, the harvesting season is coming. It's a waste of effort if I let them be," the young man answered honestly.

His voice was as normal as talking to his uncle or father about his daily life.

'Such a normal person but managed to gain some enmity from a vicious person,' he regretfully thought. He was pondering how such a normal young man abled to get himself involved by this mess.

"Ah, you mean some pest—-" his words stop and...

"What?!" He knitted his brows upon noticing the underlying meaning of this young man's words. His hand quickly grab the knife to strike this dangerous person. He figured out that this young man was not ordinary at all based on his words. And he also noticed some fluctuations of magic in him.

It was unbelievable, he could not believe, that this young man noticed his comrades hiding in the wheat field.

It was a mistake! This young man is a magician as well! Good thing that the magic energy he felt to this young man was below than him.

His hand bends to strike but...

His body did not move...

"H-how c-come..." he was shocked. And he felt his body deliberately losing strength. His vision slowly dimming.

But he took a quick glance at the young man in front. He was smiling slightly while his eyes were gleaming like a certain god of death.

He did not notice if when the young man moved his hand. He was sure that this person was empty-handed when he came close to him. But right now, he was gripping... a dagger?!!

He was shocked, but it was too late for him now.

Seconds later, a head dropped from its body.

<Ding! Successfully killed a person>

<Ding! New title acquired: Soul Fetcher>

<Immune to death>

<Additional 50% experience gain>

<Additional 50% soul points gain>

<Every time killed a person increases the small fountain of soul capacity>

Notification after notification appeared in Yeman's vision.

His face was tranquil even after taking a human life. After all, it was not the first time he killed a person. He already killed some thugs on earth before coming here.

He then glares at the other intruder ahead of him.