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Prologue

Secret headquarters of the organization, city H.

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It was in the middle of the night, at 03:00 to be exact, when the alarms in the central barracks began to sound loudly. The emergency siren woke up all the soldiers in the barracks.

"What's going on?!"

"Treason! We have a free 'Traitor Subject'!"

Thousands of soldiers rushed to their posts while carrying heavy weapons such as submachine guns and assault rifles, while senior officers shouted orders as they ran through the corridors of the barracks.

"Get ready! Emergency level is class 5, get your weapons ready and loaded!"

"Yes, general!"

The soldiers nodded with a loud military salute to the orders given by the top-level general.

The top level general, an old old man with a long beard, muscular body and square face, walked with loud footsteps clanking his boots on the ground as he made his way toward the command post. Several soldiers, on orders from the high general, followed in his wake with their weapons ready and prepared.

The general placed a card in the digital reader, and the door opened automatically.

"Sergeant, tell me what is the situ-"

But the general could not finish his word as his eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him.

The command headquarters was completely massacred.

The place was completely trashed, with dozens of bodies that were cut to pieces and blood splattered all over the floor, walls and even the ceiling. All the computers in the command headquarters were broken, while several documents had been stolen.

"This is..."

"It was 'Zero', I have no doubt about them." Replied a voice.

The general turned hurriedly, and there he saw the soldiers move aside as they cleared the way for an elderly man with a cane who approached.

"Third Officer Level 6, Salute the General!" immediately the third officer bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man walked leaning on the staff while a servant followed behind him.

The old man arrived at the barracks to watch the bloody scene.

The old man observed the scene with calm eyes, looking at the torn bodies and blood: 

"Third officer, 'Zero' seems to have revealed himself. It is too dangerous to let him go free. Put the barracks into immediate action and send the Executioners after Zero. Bring me the bastard's head!"

"At your orders, General!"

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"Zero has revealed himself! I repeat, Zero has revealed himself!"

"All units, emergency alert, code 5! Rebel subject!"

"Kill Zero!"

Alarm sirens blared throughout the organization's headquarters. Thousands of rifle-wielding, perfectly equipped soldiers began to rush to their posts, while the automatic doors of the barracks instantly closed. 

The barracks was in complete chaos.

Dozens of assassins wearing faceless black robes, and moving through the shadows at almost invisible speeds, ran along the walls and ceilings, heading towards the organization's headquarters. They were all assassins. The biting wind was heard in the corridors as the units of trained assassins jumped out and made their way to the headquarters.

There they encountered a terrible scene.

The headquarters had been completely massacred. Thousands of bodies torn to pieces everywhere, huge pools of blood and flesh scattered all over the place. A gory scene almost terrifying. And in the midst of this horrible scene, only one guy was standing alive.

It was a man wearing a completely black suit holding two huge bloody blades.

"Zero, it's Zero!"

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Chapter 0

"Surrender Zero! You're cornered, you have no escape anymore!"

"A traitorous rat like you deserves no mercy! You'll rue the day you decided to betray the organization!"

"Did you think you would manage to escape after betraying us?! Hahaha! Even if you are the number one ranked assassin in the assassin ranking, to the might of the organization you are nothing more than simple and stinky a cockroach!"

At this moment, under a cold winter night, in what would be an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, lay a completely badly wounded man, with his clothes covered in blood and open wound marks all over his body denoting his critical situation.

The man's chest was heaving violently in accordance with his agitated and hoarse breathing, while his forehead was covered with sweat and his black hair was dirty and unruly from so much running.

In front of him was a crowd of people who blocked any chance of escape.

These people had been chasing him for months on end, and today they had finally managed to corner him in this old abandoned factory.

Breathing heavily, the young man gritted his teeth as he glared murderously at his pursuers.

If it were one by one, the young man had every confidence that he could slaughter these guys, but since there were too many of them, it was impossible for him to resist any longer and he couldn't escape either.

Waves of roars came from the crowd surrounding him.

"Surrender at once, Zero, this is the end!"

"If you surrender, we might give you a painless death, but if you keep forcing us, then we'll make you experience the most pain I've ever felt as we slowly butcher you to death!"

The young man smiled at the ridiculous words of these people around him.

Surrender, quick death, torture?

Hahaha

Do you think that scares me, that this absurd shit will be able to keep me from taking many of you with me to the underworld?

Dream on!

Even if I die today, I'll be sure to take as many of you as possible with me!

Tightening his grip on his old sword, the young man with his keen instincts trained with years of experience, instantly caught a shadow that leapt from behind him to strike a blow to his cervical spine. The young man reacted and dodged the blow with marvelous and impressive footwork. His silhouette almost seemed to disappear before the sight of the surprised attacker. Then the young man reappeared behind the attacker and with a clean swing of his sword, the attacker's head flew through the air leaving a line of fresh blood in its wake.

With this, the young man added yet another head to the bag.

In all this time, the young man had lost count of how many envoys for the organization he had killed.

Known by his pseudonym "Zero," he was or was the organization's number one assassin.

Picked up at a young age and trained to be a mere machine faithful to orders, Zero lived much of his life following the organization's orders and performing mission after mission of assassination, thus becoming the best known assassin in the underworld today.

But after an event that occurred just over three months ago, Zero ended up revealing himself and betraying the organization.

This provoked a violent reaction from the organization.

And it was not to be expected, since their best assassin, who was raised and trained by them, had revealed himself. A traitor! They had a traitor on their hands!

The organization did not take long to send dozens of experts to put an end to Zero's life.

And so began a long chase in which Zero, showing that he was the best, managed to end dozens of lives of the organization. The experts sent after his head ended up being killed by Zero in multiple ways. Zero even had the luxury of counterattacking several times and managed to destroy two of the organization's headquarters.

But as good as Zero was, as talented as he is, he is still just one person, while the other side is a secret organization from the underworld which has roots so ancient that it spans entire countries and centers of power too powerful to imagine.

In the end, as time went by Zero was wearing down day by day.

And today, he was finally cornered.

Zero was now almost out of energy and with his body covered in bloody wounds and massive blood loss.

His body could barely stand upright, all his muscles seemed to scream out in pain as his arms trembled from pain and muscle exhaustion. His legs wobbled and his vision became increasingly blurred.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he would fall unconscious.

Zero could see that.

Gritting his teeth, Zero raised his sword and leaped forward.

... I will kill you all!

**

Cough! Cough!

The next day, Zero, who was lying limply on the roof of a building, could not contain the burning that went up his throat and ended up coughing and vomiting blood.

Zero yesterday faced dozens of experts sent by the organization, and almost died several times, but he managed to escape from their net killing several and ended up arriving at this old building. His body was worse than yesterday, and he could hardly feel his limbs anymore. Part of his left arm was no longer there, it had become a stump of bloody, cut flesh. 

Yesterday he had lost an arm and his left eye had gone totally blind.

With no strength left and knowing he would die, Zero simply dropped his sword and lay down on the terrace of the old building.

He felt the summer breeze blowing through his hair.

The sky was clear and the hot sun was shining overhead.

Beneath his worn and ruined body, a huge pool of blood had formed.

... Is this the end of me?

he wondered.

The enormous loss of blood had caused Zero's face to turn pale.

A chilling sense of coldness enveloped his body.

The sun was hot but his body felt cold and increasingly pale.

A clear sign to Zero that the warmth in his body was fading.

His mind was also getting fuzzier and fuzzier, and his eyelids felt like they weighed tons.

A sense of drowsiness was beginning to take hold of Zero.

... I'm ... sleepy, very sleepy.

He mumbled in a cracked, weak voice.

His vision was slowly beginning to fade as his eyelids were closing.

It is at this moment, when Zero began to recall old memories of his life.

He recalled many memories from his childhood that he thought no longer existed.

He remembered his childhood in the old orphanage in the city.

He remembered how the children in the orphanage when they reached a pre-adolescent age, began to steal and engage in theft to survive.

He remembered the day the people from the organization came to the orphanage to take several children, including him.

He remembered the hell he lived through after being taken by the organization and how he spent five hellish years being trained by the organization to be turned into a killing machine faithful to orders.

He remembered the countless brainwashings he was subjected to back then.

He remembered how all his friends who had been kidnapped along with him by the organization, ended up dying one after another, leaving Zero as the only survivor of that hellish training.

He remembered the first life he took with his own hands.

He remembered how much of his emotions died little by little as the years went by.

And finally, he remembered the final product he saw that last day of training.

A young man with pale skin and lifeless empty eyes reflected in the mirror.

That was him.

Thus was born "Zero", the organization's number one assassin.

And so, he died...

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A few hours later, members of the organization arrived on the terrace of the old building.

"Status report, we have found Zero, but... his body is already lifeless. Mission completed, notify the extraction and scene cleanup team."

A personnel arriving on the scene checked Zero's now lifeless body and gave a brief report over their radio.

The personnel stood up, dusting off their clothes and looked at Zero's lifeless body.

Inside, these personnel still could not believe that Zero had finally succumbed to death.

The cost to the organization of taking down this guy was enormous.

Two headquarters lost.

Thousands of experts and lifeless personnel.

A huge price!

But finally, Zero is dead.

Although the staff noticed a peculiarity that caught their attention.

And that is... Zero died with a slight smile on his lips.

Why did he die smiling? wondered the staff.

He looked at the wounds on the body and the sword that Zero had carried with him all his life but had finally dropped.

... Perhaps

The staff came up with an idea:

... Perhaps, what Zero wanted was... to be free from the organization.

And with death, we could say that he achieved his goal.

The staff took out a notebook and in it they listed thousands of names. He looked among the first rows for the name "Zero" and crossed it out with a red marker and wrote on the side of the name (subject's status: eliminated).