Behind Roasted Boar Inn, Hellfire Station.

-You Have Killed An Innocent.

+5 Notoriety.

-You Are The First To Commit A Murder.

-Title Unlocked!

-You Have Gained The Title "Kane"

+10 Notoriety

+2 Agility

Osiris smiled as he gained the stats and title, a smug feeling arose in his heart.

"I suddenly feel much better about this entire ordeal, Haha"

"Corpse Drain!" Osiris immediately used corpse drain to start his quest.

-You Have Gained [Blood Essence] of a Human!

-1/10

The corpse turned into a shriveled and sunken state, barely having any resemblance of a human.

"It seems I only got "Notoriety" for the first corpse while using [Corpse Drain]" Osiris noted quietly.

He immediately stored the body in his specialized [Inventory] and let out a sigh as he wiped the sweat off his brow. Although the body would not take long to disappear, being a player's corpse, he still didn't want to take the risk. Just as he was about to relax and plan his next target-

-You Have Been Spotted! Kill The Player Before They Alert The Guards Or Nearby Commoners!

Suddenly Osiris felt a cold shiver as he saw this notification! Turning to look, behind him he could see half off someone's face peeking from around the corner....Black long hair, sky blue eyes wearing Mage attire, with an expression of unconcealed shock.....Valeera White had suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

She held a list in her hand, she had probably intended to give to Mr. Igor and had seen the entire thing! Suddenly, Osiris' lively pupils dilated as an unfeeling look appeared in his eyes. He immediately dashed towards her, her eyes opened wide in confusion as she had yet to understand what actually happened. Naturally PKing wasn't allowed straight away, and the game had only just begun so this scene had confused her!

Osiris knew that he could not be caught no matter what, or his game would end right here and he'd have to suffer with a mediocre class! The thought of that made his blood run cold, he could not do what he wanted to do with a mediocre class!

No matter what he had to gain this advantage the special helmet offered.

'Well she doesn't like me anyway and betrayed me in the worse way possible! At the very least she can help me pass this quest in recompense!'

Within those grey, cold and diluted pupils, a bit of hate was visible which was not at all concealed! Seeing this look, Valeera was stumped and her eyes visibly shook with an emotion he could not describe.

'Why did he kill Mr. Igor? Isn't that his uncle? Wait...Why is he looking at me like that? What's with those eyes....He's never looked at me like that' Valeera thought to herself as mix of emotions appeared in her heart.

"Please, die for me.." Osiris said slowly in a low voice. His voice sounded exceptionally terrifying under the moonlight, so much so she had not noticed his cursed dagger had already approached her!

He did not give her time to react nor understand, his cold eyes revealed even a bit of joy. He was completely unaware of this. as he plunged his dagger straight through her chest without her raising any resistance. Although he did find this strange, he absolutely did not care at the moment nor did he believe that she could resist. Osiris, was quite clear on his own prowess and her abilities.

-You Have Dealt Damage -15

-You Have Dealt Damage -23

-You Have Dealt Damage -25

-You Have Dealt Damage -21

'He....killed me?' She still could not believe it as she became an orb of light that disappeared.

-You Have Killed An Innocent!

+5 Notoriety!

"It seems this is my real damage, it seems sub-classes like uncle take more damage" Osiris' emotions were running high and adrenaline was pumping in his chest, however this was not the reason he did not show a reaction to killing Valeera. It wasn't that he was emotionless, It was because Alexander......was accustomed to it.

As he looked at her corpse, he didn't stop to admire it and immediately collected the essence using [Corpse Drain].

-You Have Gained The [Blood Essence] Of A Human.

-2/10

It was only then, did his pupils returned to normal displaying his vitality. This reaction seemed strange, no matter how one looked at it.

-You Have Been Spotted! Kill The Player Before They Alert The Guards Or Nearby Commoners!

"Again?!" Osiris cursed as he looked at shadow in the alley, his pupils suddenly flickered and lost it's light once more as it was about to change, the person's voice sounded out.

"Haha, it seems you have adapted quite well to what I taught you, but you still lack training...Hmph!" an old man suddenly showed himself, he had long grey hair and a single eye, a broad smile was plastered on his face.

Tattoos covered his skin, and one could see that it was the tattoo of a Chinese dragon that was wrapped around his entire body with only a few parts showing. He wore dark black leather, which was indeed of the Rogue class but there were a few alterations that Osiris noticed which lead him to believe it was a special class much like himself.

One word to describe this man, terrifying. The red gleam in his eyes would make anyone shiver, although he was old; he gave off a looming dangerous aura. This wasn't an effect from the game, this was his natural presence which was somehow simulated in the game.

"M-Master Black? Is it really you? What are you doing here?" Osiris looked at the man and revealed an astonished expression. His diluted pupils faded instantly , returning to normal.

"A little birdie told me you were being forced to play this. Haha, naturally your master will accompany you now and again to see your progress" the old man laughed as he suddenly threw a corpse next to Osiris.

"Can you believe this little guy saw you kill that girl and flew in the opposite direction to inform the guards? He didn't even try to avenge her, Hmph! How spineless!" The old man seemed to be troubled as he stroked his beard.

Osiris looked at the corpse and noticed it was Jeoffrey Goodwin, covered in rusted mail armor. Seeing this he couldn't help but laugh. Getting killed by Master Black was probably a frightening experience, what was even more frightening was that Jeoffrey wore mail armor and Osiris did not hear a single sound when he died.

"Master are you working on a special class too?" Osiris suddenly asked in his curiosity.

"Indeed, I have unlocked the Assassin class" the old man calmly stated, the smile on his face widening.

"Already? Well...it's not like that's completely unexpected" Osiris was shocked, his master was also working on a special class!

Classes all had specialized versions. The Main Classes being :

Hunter, Rogue, Barbarian, Mage, Priest and Warrior.

The specialized classes, delved deeper into the true meaning of a class yet focusing on particular aspects.

Hunters - Marksman, Beast Tamer.

Rogue - Thief, Assassin.

Barbarian - Blademaster , Bruiser.

Mage - Fire Mage, Frost Mage, Arcane Mage.

Priest - Holy Priest, Discipline Priest and Shadow Priest.

Warrior - Paladin, Swash Buckler.

These were not all classes available, and just a few examples. Natural World claimed to have several other hidden classes and unlocking them would be up to one's own fortune.

"Well run along, don't let this old man keep you. Most likely this lad has some friends that will come looking for him soon" Master Black said as he chuckled and stroked his grey beard.

"Yes, Master! ...and thanks again!" Osiris bowed before the old man, took his ID tag and immediately fled as he knew that some attraction would unavoidably be drawn to that area. Since he did not kill Jeoffrey, he could not use [Corpse Drain] on the corpse, neither could he store it in his [Inventory].

Gazing at Osiris' fleeing back, the old man's eyes flashed with warmth as he chuckled to himself.

"It seems like just yesterday he had asked me to teach him to be an Assassin, now he's already growing so fast. His execution of the "Ghost Mantis" though it was not flawless, he's shown remarkable prowess. He even killed that girl without batting an eyelid, truly a precious disciple...Now if only he could contain his emotions a bit more.." Master black remarked

Master Black knew Osiris tended to be a little dramatic at times, but could only shake his head. He knew once it was time to get down to work, Osiris would totally change; after all it was he himself who made this "Change" a second a nature to Osiris.

"Well, I should probably go see what my Grand-daughter is doing now, she was the one that told me he would start here after all. I wonder what he would think if he knew who she was? Sigh...If only my Grand-daughter wanted to become an assassin, although she wouldn't have been as remarkable as he is, she could have still became a force to be reckoned with. Too bad she has a quirky personality and has Mysophobia.." The old man grumbled and then quietly laughed as his silhouette vanished.

***

Alexander's Mansion, 5 years ago.....

A 15 year old boy, with dark black hair and grey eyes sat within a dark room, his eyes blood red and his face distorted in utter hatred. This was Alexander Rothshield.

A week had passed after Alexander had found out his friend, Valeera had her own life with other people and no longer had time for him. She had even found another guy who seemed to be her sweet-heart. These images played over and over in his head, a bitterness that seemed like a barren desert made his lips become dry and his shoulder length hair had become disheveled.

He had not left his room in over a week and the images of Jeremy Goodwin played in his head over and over, engraving the face in his heart as his hatred bore fruit to killing intent.

His parents were always busy, and he lived in this mansion all by himself but he had never once felt so alone. Valeera would visit and they would play VRs, or sometimes do physical activities like swimming, hiking or just a simple walk. He sat on his bed, blankly staring at the floor and not moving a single inch.

*Woosh*

A gust of wind blew from the window, making the luxurious curtains fly about. Alexander knew his window was locked, and that gust of wind should not have entered his room, yet it still did.

Alexander could feel someone in the room, although he could not explain it, he felt as though he was being watched. However, he did not move and just stared at the window.

Suddenly, out of nowhere an old man appeared..No, the old man was already there. It's just he had only now noticed. He had silver-greyish long hair, a single eye with a green pupil and his body was covered in tattoos. This was Master Black.

He had just happened to be passing by and sensed the powerful killing intent, it made him curious and he decided to go investigate.

He gazed at Alexander, and pondered. Although Alexander was shocked, he was not in a stable state of mind and did not react.

'The killing intent is coming from this kid?...His body is very athletic. The kids of today all have average constitutions, this is a rare find. Good muscle mass, first rate flexibility, a natural born killing intent..This kid was born to be an Assassin, even more so than me..' the old man thought.

"Kid, do you want me to take your pain away?" the old man asked with conviction. His cold and unfeeling eyes rested on Alexander which him shiver.

Alexander felt as though he was being stared at by a panther, or a snake ready to strike. Although he was a bit skeptical, what did Alexander have to lose? It had already been a week and he could not sleep, his inner turmoil left him tired and wary and filled with emotions that he had no outlet for.

"....Can you really do that?" Alexander asked, his voice sounded hoarse and it broke a few times.

The old man was inwardly shocked.

'What's wrong with this kid? Could his parents have died or something?...No, Love? Hmm, this is why assassins denounce love. It can destroy us from the inside out' The old man thought.

"Yes, If you are willing to do as I say then you will never have to face such emotions again" he confidently stated.

"Then yes--" Before he finished speaking, the old man had already appeared behind him and chopped him lightly behind his neck. Alexander immediately passed out.

***

The next time Alexander opened his eyes, he noticed he was lying down on a bed. He looked around and noticed it was a wooden sort of hut.

*Muffled screams*

Alexander was surprised and turned to look beside him as this noise had caught him unaware. In the room, directly in the corner, there was a man tied to a chair. A table was in front of the man which had a few items on top of it.

"Who are you? Where is the old man?" Alexander asked as he looked at the man, who's eyes were sharp and cold but was filled with fear.

Alexander got up and was about to walk up to take the gag out of the man's mouth, but his eyes drifted to the table. There was a letter, a stack of old and cut out newspapers, and a knife. Alexander immediately read the letter. It only said a few words-

"The rope isn't tied firmly, the man will free himself soon. Kill him or he will kill you. Read the papers for a bit of incentive."

Alexander's hands trembled as his pupils widened. If any other martial artist had see the writing on that letter, they would be shocked for a different reason.

The letters were written as sharp as knives, and as precise as a surgeon. Such peerless writing couldn't be seen just anywhere, and only one who was either born gifted or one who had complete mastery over his body could achieve. Naturally he was the latter.

"Is...he serious? Did the old man do this...He wants me to really kill him?" Alexander couldn't help but feel fear. The only time he had ever felt anything close to wanting to kill someone was when he remembered Jeremy

Alexander looked at the man, and the man looked at Alexander. Both had fear in their eyes. However, once the man noticed Alexander was scared to kill him; he suddenly had a bit of hope and couldn't help but sneer in his mind as he covertly tried to free himself.

'This guy wanted to raise a young assassin? Good ..it looks like he hasn't killed anyone yet, I could probably buy myself some time and get out of here before that old man comes back! I've already offended so many people, it's not strange they hired an assassin to come after me..Might as well kill this fledgling and flee!' The man with sharp eyes thought as a cold glint flickered in his eyes

Alexander had taken a few breaths and calmed himself, and picked up the papers and begun reading. Slowly Alexander's expression started changing the more he read.

'Rapist? Murderer? ....A fetish for other people's wives and girlfriends?' This stroke a chord in Alexander as he suddenly remembered Jeremy and Valeera.

Although Valeera was not his girlfriend, his feelings for her did not lose out and he indeed felt as though someone stole her from him. He wasn't delusional, he understood it took two to play that game but still, he had developed a pathological hate for men that coveted other men's women.

The more he read, the more repulsed he became, this man was the scum of scum. The King of scum himself. Alexander who's face was previously filled with fear, slowly started becoming more and more gruesome as his face darkened and no one could tell what he was thinking. The man who was paying close attention to the boy suddenly felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

When he noticed Alexander's eyes, the man suddenly tried even harder to free himself as sweat formed on his brow. He thought he would have a few more minutes to try when a cold voice entered his ears.

"So you like other people's wives and girlfriends?..." Alexander walked over to the man and pulled out the gag.

"Did you enjoy it?....I'm curious, I'd really like to know" As he continued to talk, his eyes kept growing colder like a frozen tundra.

"I..I have a family! I have kids!" The man knew the weakness of people that had never killed before, he read a few stories about people who shared personal facts with their captors in order to try and dissuade them and in some cases it actually worked.

"...Don't worry, I'll send them some money. I'm quite rich..." Alexander pulled out a dagger unknowingly at a quick pace and stabbed towards the man's chest!

*Stab* *Stab*

"Ahhhh!!!" The man screamed as he watched the blood run down his chest and fall onto the dirty floor. As Alexander had never killed someone before, so his strikes were a bit sloppy and didn't really do much damage. It also seemed as though from the start he wasn't aiming for the heart.

"Y-You! Glug... person wasn't me! Glug It was somebody else!" He screamed out desperately in pain as blood came from his

mouth and chest rapidly, in a hope to deceive the young boy.

"It seems you have quite the energy left, hold a few more!" Alexander said in a murderous rage as he stabbed the man all over his body repeatedly! Being a health junkie, Alexander knew quite a lot about the human anatomy and chose to stab everywhere but the vital areas!

"No!! Stop! Glug!..Urgh..uh" The man's words became slurred and slurred until he couldn't speak anymore and his head drooped down, finally succumbing to the blood less and never to speak another word.

Alexander had stabbed the man a total of 13 times, before dropping the dagger and realizing what he had done in a fit of rage. Just when he was bout to lift the man's head to examine him, he was once more chopped in the back of the neck and passed out.

Naturally this was Master Black.

"Never ever watch your first kill in the eyes, this kill is always special in "that" way...Sigh I said kill him, not flay him like a fish" Master Black's voice suddenly sounded out with a bit of praise and also a bit of helplessness.

"Honestly...I was expecting a bit more resistance..or at the very least, you would kill him humanely. I didn't think you would turn one of my safe houses into a bloody mess, otherwise I would have given you a turkey bag to stifle him with" Master Black sighed as he suddenly disappeared with Alexander passed out over his shoulders.