My Space-Time System



The main difference between the adventurer association and the League of Assassins was that, unlike the Association where just anyone could join, the League of Assassins only invited extraordinarily talented and powerful individuals to its rank. Every single person partaking in the meeting were wanted and labelled as extremely dangerous.

Seeing that everyone in the League had joined the meeting, the masked man dressed in all black finally spoke. 

"I have a task for all of you." On saying this, the entire room instantly quietened down.

Usually, they were individually assigned missions because 1 person was enough to handle most missions, and not everyone could afford their fees. 

"Your task is to cause chaos in Eastern region cities of the Synder empire. The target of the chaos would be in the central regions of each city, so try and make sure that no harm befalls the commoners." The Masked man paused as he looked at the different members of the League before continuing. 

"As for the fees, I will pay them and compensate you for your loses but make sure you escape when things become too dangerous and do everything in your power to not get captured or killed." The Masked man said.

"I have a question." A top-level assassin wrapped in bandages from head to toe said.

"Go ahead." The masked man gestured for him to carry on.

"With so many attacks on the entirety of the Eastern region, Bryon will be involved and that will surely spell danger for us. Only you, Zyvexin and Xeros can handle him, but both of them are currently away. So what do we do?" The bandaged man as well as other assassins were concerned about this.

"You don't have to worry about Bryon, I will personally deal with him and Darius if they appear." The Masked man answered erasing all their worries and even giving them more confidence.

In the League of Assassins, there were only 2 people that had seen the Masked man in action, and whenever they were asked how strong the masked man was, they would always say that it was only Emperor Cinder that was worth his time.

Although it sounded exaggerated, it was very hard to not believe especially after seeing how the masked man could enter almost anywhere he wanted in the Synder empire.

Also, if he wasn't as strong as the rumours said, then the 3 empires would have destroyed the league a long time ago.

"What of Calton? Apart from Bryon and Darius, there are still a lot of high-level cultivators especially after the descendants of the Ancestral families arrived at the city." Xander asked.

"At the right moment, I will make my presence known and that will discourage a lot of people. You guys will be able to deal with the rest." The masked man replied, but this made almost everyone ask the same question.

Why?

The League of Assassins, although their actions were nothing close to noble, it was still considered a neutral organization because it rarely acted without being paid by someone. So everyone was wondering why or what would make the Masked man deploy almost the entire forces of the League.

"Any other questions before the meeting ends?" The masked man asked.

"Is that all you want us to do? Just cause trouble and kill nobles, nothing else?" Slade couldn't help but ask because the task was just too straightforward and didn't seem to have any goal.

"Yes." The Masked man nodded.

As seasoned assassins, they knew not to ask too many questions, so they all began leaving the room and cancelling the communication connection, marking the end of the meeting.

"Now that is completed, time to contact the target." The masked man said with a creepy smile under his mask.

…

At the underground floor of the Square in a pocket dimension, it was time for lunch and Blake was waiting for his food to be warped into the room.

To make sure that no unwanted situations like assassination attempts would occur, they limited Blake's contact with the outside world to only very high officials.

Right on time, his lunch was warped into his room.  On his tray was honey sesame chicken with Broccolini, and firecracker chicken with white rice.

"Gorgeous." Blake's eyes lit up as he rubbed his palms together before digging in.

'No matter my mood, I will never reject free food!' Blake thought as he munched on a honey sesame chicken.

'I will note that down for later.'

'Why will you note that down?' Blake asked with a raised brow while still munching on his sumptuous meal, but almost immediately froze when he realized something.

That was not the voice of the system!

Blake quickly turned around in search of the source of the voice but saw no one else in the room.

'Don't move so abruptly or you will alert them.' The voice in his head said.

'What the hell?!' Blake was shocked on realizing that the new voice was coming from his head.

'How are you able to enter my thoughts, and how did you get past the Ash Corps' security?' Blake asked without letting his emotions appear on his face.

He didn't dare disobey the voice because someone that could bypass so many defences and still into his head could kill him at any time.

'That's a secret so I can't tell you.' The voice said with a smile.

'Who are you and what do you want from me?' At this point, Blake had dropped his utensils but remained calm.

'I am the Leader of the League of Assassins, popularly known as the Masked Man, and I am here to make you an offer.'

'Wait and watch how your life goals get delayed and eventually destroyed by useless nobles or join the league and get revenge on them.' The Masked man said causing Blake to enter deep thoughts.

The Masked Man's timing was impeccable!

Blake's hatred for nobles had shot of up the roofs, and he had already promised himself that he would leave the Ash Corps after this. So the offer was very tempting.