The volume 0 starts in a different universe, far from our own, where there exists a solar system so massive that, compared to it, our solar system would be completely invisible. One of its planets is Earth, the same size as our star, Stephenson 2-18. This Earth contains all the countries and continents from our own, but they are 100 times larger, alongside countless other nations and lands that do not exist in our world. Every skin color, ear shape, tooth structure, and eye design is a normal part of everyday life.

But in a large, undiscovered forest-like island in the Philippines, there is a green, bald boy named Ethan. He is always grounded and mistreated by his abusive, toxic, and drug-addicted parents, who are addicted to marijuana. This boy is not only bald but entirely hairless, and his entire biology is green—his blood, bones, flesh, gums, tongue, teeth, and eyes are all the same shade. His usual attire consists of black clothing: a sleeveless shirt, shorts, and slippers.

Every time Ethan tries to escape, he becomes increasingly frightened, but his parents always find him. The more he tries to flee, the worse the punishments become. These aren’t just punishments—they are acts of dehumanization. Even though he regenerates immediately and completely, the cycle of abuse continues. This lasted until one stormy midnight on Christmas—his birthday. That night, he found a gun in the basement. Taking it in his hands, he left the basement to find his parents, who were high on illegal drugs and wielding machetes.

For the first time, Ethan’s hatred for his parents and his desperation for freedom outweighed his fear. His survival instincts kicked in, and he shot them both. Panic set in, and due to his extreme stress, anxiety, and trauma, he developed “Derealization Disorder,” a mental illness that makes reality feel unreal. In this dissociated state, he attempted to use “Hidden Arsenal” to hide the gun and his parents’ corpses—and to his surprise, it worked.

Leaving the house behind, he attempted to escape the island for weeks, feeling as though he was trapped in an endless loop. However, his determination and desperation pushed him forward. Eventually, he reached the ocean, the edge of the island. With no other choice, he dove in and forced himself to learn how to swim. At first, it was difficult, but with the help of his regeneration ability and the vast size of the ocean, he adapted. However, the ocean presented new dangers—not only was it incomprehensibly large, but he also had to fight off sharks, which he effortlessly defeated in a single blow.

This struggle lasted for over a month. Finally, one night, he reached civilization. He spun himself at incredible speed like a tornado, quickly drying off, and began exploring.

His Life in Civilization

Ethan’s life in civilization was not easy. A lifetime of isolation and derealization after killing his parents left him mentally disconnected from society. No one knew him, and no one cared about him. He was just another face in the crowd—another homeless, friendless orphan with an unstable mind and no knowledge of how to live in civilization. He was like a tribe member stepping into a city for the first time or someone experiencing the outside world after years of isolation.

With no choice but to adapt, Ethan taught himself how to survive. He developed street smarts, and while he occasionally found himself in street fights, he rarely lost due to his caution, self-preservation, and awareness of danger. When he did fight, he won effortlessly in a single strike.

One night, while wandering the streets, he caught the scent of a corpse from a house. Carefully, he snuck in, avoiding CCTV cameras, and discovered the body of a person who had taken their own life. Using his “Hidden Arsenal” ability, he concealed the corpse and all evidence, then took over the house. The previous owner had no remaining family or friends.

At first, he struggled with housework, having only a vague idea of how to maintain a home. But eventually, he learned. He used the money left behind to buy a phone and developed a hobby of watching anime and gambling online. With his ability, “Unlosability”—the power to never lose—he always won at online casino games and cockfighting bets.

With internet access, he studied all the subjects taught to Filipino students from grades 1 to 7, mastering them. He considered enrolling in school but ultimately decided against it, fearing it would sacrifice his anonymity and turn him into a tool of society, the government, or the system. Instead, he chose to remain in the shadows and live life on his own terms.

Several Weeks Later

One night, while scrolling through TikTok, a post about the deep web and dark web caught Ethan’s attention. Intrigued, he researched the topic, watching horror stories about it on YouTube. After several days, he prepared himself:

• He covered his phone’s camera with tape and reset the device.

• He installed the most trusted VPN for phones.

• He bought a laptop, covered its camera, blocked its speakers with cotton, and installed the most trusted VPN for computers.

Once night fell, he locked himself in his room, turned off the lights, wore a black hoodie and facemask, and carefully began browsing the dark web.

After a few minutes of exploring, he stumbled upon a website called “Meggit,” which had a logo similar to Reddit. Upon further inspection, he realized it was essentially a dark web version of Reddit. Instead of subreddits, the site had “submeggits,” marked with “m/” instead of “r/”.

As he scrolled through, he saw countless posts about crimes—some users bragged about their illegal activities, others sold illicit goods, and some even glorified their criminal idols. He also came across gruesome posts featuring torture and murder, posted either as threats or as entertainment.

Then, one article changed his life.

The Article: A Serial Killer’s End

The Article: Serial Killer

Hi, just call me “Brian,” and I’m going to share my horrific experience as an assassin on the dark web when I was a teenager in the mid-2010s.

I’m one of the earliest criminals on the dark web, and I usually reject high-profile missions—not because I can’t do them or because I’m scared, but because I’m smart, cautious, and calculated in my actions. I always avoid unnecessary risks unless the rewards are worth it, and that’s why I’ve never failed any of my missions. However, there was one mission from a client called “MatrixSociety123” that changed everything. At first, I rejected it, but when he showed me a photo of one million dollars, and I confirmed it was real, I accepted.

My Mission:

The assignment was to assassinate a notorious dark web serial killer who had killed his parents.

Their Motive:

To avenge their family’s deaths because the police had failed to track him down, and his case had gone cold and eventually been forgotten.

This mission began with me watching his live torture streams on his website. The room was dark, lit only by the light from his laptop. He wore a white apron, soaked in blood, a featureless mask, and wielded two butcher’s cleavers, also bloodied. His eyes were wide and glaring into the camera as he was high on drugs, his mouth smoking, and his large 6’7” muscular frame, covered in veins, added to his terrifying appearance. He was a beast, moving with brutal force.

One of his victims stood up and showed his face to the camera before the killer split him in half. In a deep, low-pitched voice, he said, “Who’s next?”

Instead of being scared, I was pissed off. His cocky attitude reminded me of the street thugs I hated, so I tried to hack his website. But it was too late. I realized that he had already infiltrated my system and gathered all my information, even though I had the best antivirus software and always reset my system with different passwords.

He started hunting me down, and I had no choice but to hunt him down as well. This cat-and-mouse chase lasted several days until we finally found each other in a huge, abandoned warehouse one rainy night. He wore advanced night vision goggles, but I was able to move seamlessly in the dark, just like I do in the light. Our fight was brutal—his attacks were fast, heavy, and relentless. He was a machine, like a lion starving for years. His cleavers were deadly, but my strategy was to parry and analyze his attacks. He lacked tactics, only relying on pure aggression and instinct. In the end, I killed him with my sword, and after that, I collected my one million dollars.

But things didn’t end there. His fanbase, which spanned across the globe, began hunting me down. I had to intimidate them, issuing warnings to those trying to find me. Eventually, they stopped.

Ethan read the comments:

@Morg123: I confirmed the photos are real, but why are they blurred?

@Ghostlyghost77: Because even after killing him, I was hunted by his worldwide fanbase. I don’t know if they’ve all given up or if some are still after me. I’m still looking over my shoulder to this day.

@Morg123: Be careful, okay? Not all consequences are inevitable.

@Ghostlyghost77: Thanks.

Ethan’s Decision:

Fascinated, Ethan explored the submeggit

further, searching for assassination training

methods. He chose the most effective and

efficient techniques, bought weapons and

equipment, and trained + study rigorously for several months.

Once he felt ready, he returned to Meggit, created an account under @SuperGreen123, and made his first post in m/Assassination:

“Hello guys, I’m new to this sub and the assassination world. Any advice? Also, recommend my first target—only evil creatures, whether human or animal. Pay me per kill because I’m an assassin, not a fool working for free. No scams, or bad fate will find you.”

The Comment Section (A Few Minutes Later)

@IceCold77: I don’t know if it’s true or not, but if you’re pretending because you’re planning to be like this or will become one in the future, then here’s my advice: Be useful (and maybe relevant if you can or will) for as long as possible. Otherwise, you will die if they find you useless or if they find someone better than you in everything—someone who can do everything you can but better, or someone with abilities you don’t have, unless you’re not part of any group. If you’re not part of any group, be good and kill for reasons like financial, ideological, political, religious, or personal sometimes, and make most of your murders covert to keep your status as an assassin. Also, don’t threaten just like that next time or else, regardless of how low-profile you are, you’ll probably get hunted down worldwide. 🖤❄️🩸

@NuclearGalaxy37: You have to kill an animal because I’m too busy with my personal life. The place where my client wants me to kill this mentally unstable and dangerous dog is too far, and it could probably kill someone if not eliminated as soon as possible.

@TopTierDominance1000: Evil? Don’t limit

yourself to evil people. It won’t make you a

top-tier assassin like me. And what animals? Are you trying to ruin this sub? My love for this sub is unbearable; I’ve killed countless people just

because they tried to ruin my beloved sub, and I’ve never failed in an assassination before!

😈😈😈

He replied to his first basher

@SuperGreen123: Stop talking if you’re a coward in real life. Remember, it’s the dark web, not the surface web, where you can easily get away with it after your keyboard warrior nonsense. Your anonymity is higher here, so is mine.

@TopTierDominance1000: So what? Do you think I don’t know that? Hahaha, imagine some random newbie who can’t even take high-profile missions threatening someone like me—a seasoned expert who has completed too many missions, from the lowest to the highest-profile targets. Hahaha, you’re just another piece of cake for me, kiddo. I’m already a killing machine who thrives on dominance, even before you came out as a sperm in your father’s cock! 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

@SuperGreen123: Shut the fuck up, bozo. You’re just some random useless, obese guy with no life but the internet. You’re very similar to those fat Discord mods dancing on TikTok, who can’t dominate anything but a bunch of food! 💀☠️🏴‍☠️

After that, a user called “@NuclearGalaxy37” messaged him.

@NuclearGalaxy37: If you read my comment on your post, here are the details.

He sent a photo of the dog, and it was enough information.

@NuclearGalaxy37: Kill that dog as soon as possible. If you succeed, the reward will be 100,000. Which cryptocurrency do you prefer? Pesos, dollars, zenis, pounds, or something else?

@SuperGreen123: Pesos.

@NuclearGalaxy37: Good. Do it now, as soon as possible. Send me a photo of the dog, or you won’t get any money, got it?

@SuperGreen123: Okay!

@NuclearGalaxy37: Good.

Several Minutes Later

His First Mission: Crazy Dog’s Assassination

The mission started several minutes ago after his conversation with @NuclearGalaxy37. He was wearing black clothes, like a hoodie jacket, ski mask, and gloves, walking with his head bowed. Then, he overheard two girls talking about the same crazy dog, which was now his current target.

Unknown 1: “Besh, alam mo ba yung kumakalat na rumor tungkol sa asong baliw na pwedeng pumatay dito? 😰”

Unknown 2: “Anong meron dun?”

Unknown 1: “Besh, natatakot ako! 😰”

Unknown 2: “Wag kang matakot, nandiyan naman si God. 😇”

A tricycle arrived.

Unknown 2: “Oh, yun na yung sundo natin, tara na, alis na tayo. 😇”

Unknown 1: “Sure 😊”

They got into the tricycle and left.

Super Green’s mind: Totoo nga yung nadinig ko.

Super Green observed the environment.

Super Green’s mind: Mukhang wala namang CCTV, kaya pwede to.

A dog barked loudly, and the sound was strange, but it was common now to the citizens here because they had adapted a long time ago. Super Green sharpened his senses and scanned the environment again. When there were no witnesses, he went to the house, making the dog scared, but the tone of its bark didn’t change in volume. He summoned a big dark chocolate and threw it into the dog’s mouth, causing it to swallow it and then die. He summoned his other phone to take a photo of the dog. Once he received the money, he hid the phone and the dog, as well as any traces, into his hidden arsenal and walked quickly and silently.

Several Minutes Later:

After his mission, he was now at home. He edited the photo of the dog he had killed, made the background black, censored the photo of the crazy dog, and then posted it to Meggit with the caption:

The Caption:

“The Evil Dog is dead, I succeeded in my first ever mission as an assassin. What do you think?”

The Comment Section (A Few Minutes Later)

@TopTierDominance1000: What the fuck is that victim? Imagine killing a dog and then calling yourself an ‘Assassin’—like, what the fuck? 😂😂😂

@NuclearGalaxy37: It’s a very nice job, you’re such a prodigy, my friend! 🔥🔥🔥

@CyberEclipse7000: Me, if the neighbors’ dogs are too noisy be like:

@Shadow666: Nice murder, but you should sacrifice it for our God ‘Mizzumalah’ and I’m sure he would give you more blessings. 😊📿

@Unknown123: It’s so hilarious, bro. Imagine killing some random dog and posting it in this sub, and then some idiots are even complimenting you for this shit. 👉😅👈

@JihadistAssassin07: YOU ARE A FOOL! YOU’RE A FOOL AND YOUR ACTIONS ARE AGAINST ISLAM, YOU INFIDEL!!!!!! 😡😡😡 #AllahuAkbar🕋☪️

@KillingSpree67: Nice kill, keep up the good work 🙂

@DemonLord666: You should make it a hotdog, hahaha 😂😂😂

@SilentAssassin619: No special, but no problem either. Anyway, nice kill, my fellow killer 😈😈😈

@SuperPink123: How dare you bring trash into this sub? Did you know you’re trying to make this sub trash because of that? Well, you’re not going to get away from this unless you ask for our forgiveness. I have access to a large network of investigators and I’m going to hunt you down, no matter what. 👿👿👿

Ethan’s mind: Bawat komento, positibo man o negatibo, ay gagawin kong motibasyon para ako’y magtagumpay. Pero hindi ibig sabihin noon na palalampasin ko na lang ng ganon-ganoon lang ang mga pambabastos sakin ng mga puppet ng sistema gaya nila na panay sayaw lamang sa mga taling ginagamit sa kanila ng mga tanga.

After several minutes of staring at his screen, someone called Ethan suddenly. When he looked at his phone, he only saw “Unknown,” but he knew what it meant because of YouTube. He became a little hesitant at first, but then, he answered.

Ethan: Hello?

She spoke in a high-pitched voice.

Unknown: Hi, haha, you’re so hilarious on Meggit! Like, imagine, killing a dog and posting it on the submeggit of real assassins, hahaha. And then, here they are, the idiots complimenting you. Nakakatawa din lalo na si @Shadow666, hahaha. Halatang kulto na mukhang kuto.

Alam mo, sana ginawa mo na lang hotdog yung asong tinira mo, para hindi ka na nabash at may pagkain ka pa, o edi busog! 🤭

Ethan: Ba’t hindi ikaw ang kumain?

Unknown: Bakit, sino ba ang pumatay? 😊

Ethan: Bakit, sino bang nagsabing kainin?

Di ba ikaw?”

Unknown: At bakit, sino ba yung nag-post?

Di ba ikaw? 😊

Ethan: Teka nga, sino ka ba? Ikaw ba yung

@Unknown123 o yung @DemonLord666?

Unknown: Secret, hulaan mo. Walang clue. Hehehe 🤭🤭🤭😅😅😅

Ethan: Sasabihin mo o bubuntisin kita? 😒😌❄️

Unknown: Buntisin mo kung kaya mo 👉😇💕

Ethan developed a crush on her after hearing this, causing him to become silent temporarily.

Ethan’s mind: Ano tong nararamdaman ko? Ito ba yung sinasabi nilang pag-ibig o pagnanasa?

Ethan: “Sige, basta kumain ka lang ng kumain, wag kang papagutom ha?”

Unknown: “Sure, basta magkita tayo in a deep part of S-Jungle. Otherwise, I’m coming to your location, Ethan Napoles Lopez AKA Super Green. Anyway, bye-bye, excuse me, hehehe. 🤭🤭🤭”

She ended the call and sent him a photo of his house, which made Ethan mad and caught his attention even more, rather than scaring him.

Several Hours Later:

10-Year-Old Boy vs. 15-Year-Old Girl

(Anime Assassin) vs. (Guerilla Assassin)

(Head-to-Head Honor) vs. (Sex Honor Code)

The battle takes place in a dense part of S-Jungle, where Super Green is dressed in a full-body black zentai suit, wielding a silenced pistol of the same color. He moves stealthily, hiding and searching for his opponent when suddenly—BANG! A shot from a silenced assault rifle comes from a hidden position in the darkness. Super Green barely dodges and fires back, but she’s already gone, vanishing into the terrain.

Their unconventional war-like 1v1 fight begins.

Super Green hunts for her relentlessly like a wild animal. Meanwhile, she remains hidden, shooting him from unknown directions before swiftly and silently relocating. Each of her shots comes from unexpected angles and at unpredictable moments. Despite his efforts to evade and locate her, she’s always one step ahead, using her expertise in tracking and seeking. Unlike him, she has far superior experience and training in assassination, making her a nightmare opponent.

Super Green is not just hiding—he’s also trying to outmaneuver her. But no matter how much he changes his patterns, she keeps finding him, adding to his growing frustration. As a 10-year-old, he lacks experience in handling extreme stress. However, his unwavering determination and past struggles make him mentally resilient. He fights on, fueled by his anger, which serves as his power source.

This intense game of cat and mouse continues for hours until Super Green finally manages to hide unpredictably. After several more hours, both of them suddenly find each other—guns aimed at one another.

Super Green gets his first clear look at his opponent.

She’s a 5’4” tall girl with skin as white as snow, wearing a black crop-top spandex suit with a large cut-out exposing her chest. A hooded cape drapes over her, and she wears a mini skirt, knee socks, garter straps, and leg warmers. Her shoes are simple black sneakers, and each of her fingers is adorned with sharp, black metal claws. She holds a silenced M-16.

Of course, Super Green secretly stares at her chest, though his mask hides his wandering eyes. Otherwise, it could be a major weakness.

Her mind: Nandito na siya. 🤭💀☠️🏴‍☠️

Super Green’s mind: Ang sexy naman nitong babaeng ‘to! Ang puti! Halatang dalaga pa! Grabe, parang top-tier na waifu sa anime! 😍❤️‍🔥

HINDI! HINDI! KAILANGAN KO NANG TAPUSIN ‘TO!!! 😡😡😡💢💢💢🔥🔥🔥

He tries to shoot, but his gun is out of ammo. He quickly hides it in his arsenal. She also attempts to fire—but she’s out of bullets too. Without hesitation, she throws her gun at him, lands a solid kick, then vanishes into the shadows once again.

The battle of hide-and-seek and hit-and-run resumes.

This time, she switches to using the environment as a weapon. She throws improvised projectiles—rocks, soil, even poisonous plants. At times, she hurls live animals at him—mice, lizards, cockroaches, frogs, whatever she finds. Though Super Green occasionally parries her attacks, she remains relentless, unpredictable, and calculated.

The fight is getting harder for him. But his determination refuses to waver, fueled by anime protagonists he admires and his detachment from reality due to his derealization disorder. He knows he has no “power of friendship,” but he has both his mind and heart as weapons.

Finally, Super Green manages to find her and close the distance. At first, she attempts to flee, but his sheer rage has made him faster than before. Realizing she has no choice, she stands her ground—hand-to-hand combat begins.

Despite his controlled and unpredictable rage, Super Green struggles. She is vastly superior in skill, experience, speed, and agility, with a diverse mix of fighting styles.

Super Green wields a large knife, applying his knowledge of street fighting, fencing, and various borrowed martial arts techniques. He fights like an anime protagonist—fast, agile, relentless, yet calculated and controlled.

She, on the other hand, fights using a hybrid of street brawling, capoeira, claw combat, and the fluid, unpredictable movements of snakes and cats. Combined with parkour and gymnastics, her style is raw, instinctive, acrobatic, and incredibly aggressive.

Both aim for each other’s vital points—assassination techniques at their peak.

Super Green is overwhelmed. Most of his attacks are dodged and countered, while hers land cleanly. But as the fight progresses, his anger intensifies, boosting his physical stats and sharpening his instincts. She notices the change but struggles to use it against him—his detachment from reality and society gives him an edge in unpredictability and emotional control. He has spent months training to harness his rage, making him a different kind of opponent.

Unlike him, she lacks a natural talent for combat—her only true gift is her ability to seek. Everything else is pure hard work.

She finds this exhilarating. Not only does she

enjoy his anger out of sheer mischief,

but she also thrives on pain and struggle—she is a masochist.

Switching tactics, she brings the fight to the ground, utilizing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu alongside her previous styles allowing her to disarmed him.

Super Green has trained in ground fighting before, but he has never actually experienced it in battle. She quickly gains the upper hand, using his own strength against him. Her grappling techniques aren’t limited to BJJ—she incorporates street grappling, capoeira, feline and serpentine movements, gymnastics, and parkour. Meanwhile, Super Green only has street grappling with borrowed techniques.

Her movements fluctuate between orthodox and unorthodox. Whether fighting dirty or clean, she holds the upper hand.

But Super Green’s rage empowerment, sheer determination, and refusal to lose keep him in the fight. She traps him in countless positions, yet he refuses to back down. The struggle continues.

Eventually, Super Green stands up with her still clinging tightly to him, her arms and legs wrapped around his body.

Summoning a bladed brass knuckle, he uses his shoulder to shove her off, then delivers a devastating one-inch punch to her stomach, immediately followed by a backflip kick.

She is sent flying and crashes hard onto the ground. But as she lands, she quickly recovers, springing back to her feet—only to drop to her knees in a W-sitting position.

And then—

The rain begins to fall.

Super Green’s Mind: Sa lahat ng mga nakalaban ko, siya ang pinakaunang tumagal at nagpahirap sa’kin. Grabe—ang bilis, ang liksi, ang tibay, at ang galing niya… Pero siya rin ba ang unang nakakuha ng full info ko sa cyber world?

Super Green summons a signal jammer, activating it before speaking in a low-pitched voice.

Super Green: Ate, alam ko ikaw ang pinakaunang matinding nakalaban ko… Pero ikaw rin ba ang unang nakakuha ng full info ko?

She responds using high-pitched voice.

Unknown: Base sa tindi ng cybersecurity mo—at syempre, sa pag-prioritize mo sa privacy mo kaysa sa security mo—masasabi kong… oo, ako nga! Hahaha, bakit po? 😆😆😆

Super Green walks toward her, his shadow looming over her. As it corners her, she suddenly feels a chill—but instead of fear, she finds it even more enjoyable… and funny.

Unknown: Hehe? ✌️😅✌️

Super Green: Sino ka ba talaga? Ikaw ba si @Unknown123 o si @DemonLord666?

Unknown: Pareho po! Bakit po? ✌️😅✌️

Super Green: Wala lang… Pero matanong ko lang—may boyfriend ka na ba?

Unknown: Ayun po, nasa likod niyo. Hello, babe! 😅😅😅

Super Green quickly turns around—but no one’s there.

When he looks back at her… she’s gone.

A strange sadness washes over him. His head slowly lowers as he sighs, then silently walks away into the darkness.

The End.

The volume 1 started Two Years Later:

Ethan is now 11 years old, still haunted by the memories of Unknown. His love, lust, and obsession for her have only grown stronger, and he often finds himself crying while drawing. His latest sketch on a piece of paper is a crude stickman illustration of him having a son with her, an expression of his deep, twisted yearning.

After finishing the drawing, he dresses in black, pulling on a hoodie jacket and a face mask, plugging his headset into his phone before stepping out into the rainy night. He walks through the streets until he finds a lamp post, where he sits down, bends his head in the hoodie to hide his face, and starts playing his favorite song, “Lucid Dream” by Juice WRLD.

Song Lyrics:

No, no, no, no

I still see your shadows in my room

Can’t take back the love that I gave you

It’s to the point where I love and I hate you

And I cannot change you, so I must replace you (oh)

The song continues to echo in the rain, its melancholy lyrics sinking into Ethan’s mind.

Ethan’s Mind:

“Miss na miss na miss ko na talaga siya… Gusto ko talaga siyang anakan. Gusto ko talaga magkaroon ng pamilya sa kanya… Buntisin ko siya talaga. Kailan kaya siya babalik?”

Suddenly, two probabilities surface in his mind, and they shake him.

Ethan’s Mind:

“Paano kung may iba na siya? O patay na siya?! 😡😰”

The thought of losing her enrages him, but it also fills him with fear.

Ethan’s Mind:

“Di bale, pag patay na siya, gigising na lang ulit ako sa realidad na buhay siya. At kung meron na siyang iba, assassination skills ko na lang ang bahalang mag-ligtas sakin… O kaya naman gigising na lang ako sa magandang realidad.” 🙂🙂🙂

He just keep listening to the song while thinking about her.

Ethan’s mind: “Mahal na mahal na mahal ko talaga siya sobra, at talagang ipaglalaban ko ang pagmamahal ko sa kanya, na yung tipong kahit kadugo ko pa siya—mapa nanay man, kapatid, tita, pinsan, o kahit ano pa man—ay akin lang siya habang buhay, at walang pwedeng umagaw sa kanya mula sa akin. Ako lang ang lalakeng para sa kanya, ano lang, ako lang.”

😔😢🥀🖤

He kept listening to the song while the rain fell on his body until the song was done. Then, he returned to his house, went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and practiced street brawling, thinking again.

Ethan’s mind: “Grabe, kung tutuusin, may talento naman ako at may kapangyarihan pa, tas ang laki na rin ng improvement ko, pero kailangan ko talaga ito kasi baka mamaya makita niya akong mahina at tawanan niya ako, maawa lang siya sa’kin, mandiri, ma-dismaya, o mawalan ng pake kung sakaling meron man siyang pake sa’kin ngayon. At siguro, para na rin sa mga paparating kong laban, kasi baka mamaya dumating ang panahon na tugisin ako ng buong mundo—mapa-gobyerno man, pulis, militar, sibilyan, kriminal, militante, o baka pati buong cyber world, mga secret societies kung meron man, at yung mga tribo at kulto, o iba pa, ay makisali sa pag-tugis. Tangina, matagal na talagang walang koneksyon ang utak ko sa realidad matapos kong patayin ang mga magulang ko.”

He kept training and also washing himself properly from time to time, but focused more on his informal self-training.

This went on for about an hour and several minutes until Super Green was done. He then went to the attic of his house, summoned his phone, and watched the news about the assassination of a corrupt and communist prime minister of the United Kingdom.

Realistic News Report (Filipino Reporter in Tagalog):

Reporter:

“Magandang gabi, mga kababayan. Isang nakakagimbal na balita ang kumalat ngayong araw mula sa United Kingdom. Ang Prime Minister ng bansa na si [Winston Wilson], na kinikilala ng ilan bilang isang malupit na komunista at sangkot sa mga kontrobersyal na transaksyon, ay napatay sa isang assassination sa harap ng kanyang tahanan sa London. Ayon sa mga ulat, ang Prime Minister ay binaril ng hindi pa nakikilalang suspek habang naglalakad patungo sa kanyang opisina. Agad siyang dinala sa ospital ngunit idineklara ring patay ilang minuto matapos ang insidente.

Ang mga awtoridad ay nagsagawa na ng imbestigasyon at kasalukuyang naghahanap ng mga lead. Ang insidente ay nagdulot ng malawakang kontrobersiya, at maraming tao ang nagtatanong kung ito ba’y isang aksidente o may mga malalim na dahilan. Bagamat may mga nagsasabing ang Prime Minister ay may mga kalaban na may kinalaman sa kanyang mga patakaran at malupit na pamumuno, patuloy pa ring nagsisiyasat ang mga awtoridad upang tuklasin ang tunay na motibo sa likod ng krimen.

Marami rin ang nag-aalala sa kaligtasan ng mga lider ng bansa, dahil sa lumalalang tensyon sa politika at seguridad. Nais ng mga eksperto na mapanagot ang mga nasa likod ng pamamaslang at matukoy kung paano nakalusot ang assailant sa mahigpit na seguridad. Patuloy naming susubaybayan ang mga updates sa kasong ito, kaya’t manatiling nakatutok lamang dito sa aming channel.”

Super Green’s mind: Pamilyar tong babaeng

assassin na to ah.

Flashback:

This flashback takes place several months after Super Green deleted his dog assassination post on the dark web. At that time, he was lying low due to numerous death threats—not just in messages but also in real life.

It was a scorching summer noon as he walked through the streets, where graffiti from kids and gangs covered the walls. He was dressed in a gray hoodie jacket, black pants, and a green cap with a face mask. While walking, he overheard a whispered conversation between two men in the shadows.

Unknown 1: Pre, kilala mo ba itong babaeng assassin na ‘to?

Unknown 2: Hindi, pre. Sino ba ‘yan?”

Unknown 1: “Siya si ‘Silver Queen.’ Hahaha! Biruin mo nga naman, dati isa lang siyang random na assassin sa dark web—isang ordinaryong kalaban natin mula pagkabata. Pero hindi nagtagal, nakalimutan rin siya, katulad ng iba. Pero tingnan mo naman ngayon—isa na siyang tauhan ng isang hindi kilalang tao sa UK na nag-ooperate sa loob at labas ng bansa, covert man o overt. Kilala rin siya sa kakaibang galing niya sa pagtira ng mga target—mula sa pinakamababang level hanggang sa pinakamataas na profile ng mga kalaban. Ang bilis talaga ng panahon! Hahaha!”

Unknown 2: “Sigurado ka bang siya ‘yan? Baka naman may pagkakapareho lang?”

Unknown 1: “Tanga, tingnan mo naman ang hugis ng katawan niya, tangkad niya, at mata niya. Hindi ba halata?”

Unknown 2: “Oo nga, ano? Anong balak mo ngayon?”

Unknown 1: “Hihintayin lang natin siyang bumagsak. At pag nangyari ‘yun, tayo mismo ang titira sa kanya—sa dahas man o sa sarap. At kung maabutan natin siyang patay, pipira-pirasuhin natin ang katawan niya, ikakahon, at ibebenta. 20 bilyong piso para sa kalahati ng katawan niya, tapos 20 bilyong pounds o US dollars para sa isang kalahati. Hahaha!”

Unknown 2: “Bakit may dolyar pa?”

Unknown 1: “Dahil ang Estados Unidos ang bansang pinaka-nasusuklam sa kanya. Mas matindi pa ang galit nila kaysa sa mismong galit ng Britanya. Hahaha!”

Unknown 2: “Oo nga, eh! Hahaha! Yung iba nga, kahit matatanda na at ang lalaki ng katawan, umuungal pa sa kanya kahit hindi naman sila pinapatay—pati mga kadugo at kaibigan nila.”

Unknown 1: “Oo nga, eh! Sige, tara na.”

Unknown 2: “Mamaya na, tinatamad pa ako.”

Unknown 1: “Sige, dito muna tayo hangga’t wala pang utos si boss.”

Unknown 2: “Ayos! Siya nga pala, ano nga ulit ang dangal niya?”

Unknown 1: “Kantutan.”

Super Green quietly walked away, blending seamlessly into the crowd. He memorized the plate number of their car. Several minutes later, he tracked them down and killed them, leaving no traces or witnesses.

The flashback ends.

Super Green’s mind: Niligtas ko ang buhay niya.

On The Other Hand: Silver Queen

This scene starts with Silver Queen standing in front of shadowy figures.

Her Boss: “Like I said, she’s my best henchwoman when it comes to assassination. She’s killed countless targets in covert and overt operations, both inside and outside this country. From the lowest to the highest-profile targets, none of them escaped or survived her—not even world leaders or other highly-secured individuals, whether inside or outside the country. Hahaha, that’s my girl!”

Her Boss’ Friend: “Well, when did she become an assassin?”

Her Boss: “She became one at the age of 5, am I right?”

Silver Queen: “Yes, sir, that’s correct.”

Her Boss’ Friend: “How old is she now?”

Her Boss: “She’s 41 or 42?”

Silver Queen: “I’m currently 42 years old, sir.”

Her Boss’ Friend: “When did you become an assassin for the government?”

Silver Queen: “At the age of 30, sir, 12 years ago.”

Her Boss’ Friend: “Can I know where you worked before becoming an assassin for the government?”

Silver Queen: “From the age of 5 until 17, I worked under my father’s crime organization. But when the leader of our organization got killed, the organization was taken down, and many of us were killed by rival groups, including my parents. After that, the Dark Web was born, and I became one of its first criminals. When I turned 30, my current boss hired me, and I immediately accepted because there’s no doubt that he speaks the truth. The jobs he gave me weren’t boring like the ones I did before, and the pay is much better—more than enough for my daily needs.”

His Friend: “You’re interesting, huh. But are you good at hand-to-hand combat?”

Silver Queen: “Yes, it’s always part of my training.”

Her Boss’ Friend: “You’re really interesting. Anyway, can you fight one of my top men in a hand-to-hand combat?”

Silver Queen: “Sure.”

A henchman of her boss’ friend enters. He’s a 6’4” muscular, tattooed black man with glaring eyes, resembling a drug addict, and approaches her.

Her Boss’ Friend: “He’s a professional bodybuilder. His fists have killed too many people, and no one has ever beaten him. It even took the UK’s most dangerous prison to handle him.”

Silver Queen: “Okay, but is killing allowed?”

Her Boss’ Friend: “Yes, but this fight will be unarmed—no weapons allowed, not even improvised ones, okay?”

Silver Queen: “Sure.”

Unknown (Whispering): “Are you sure you want a death fight?”

Silver Queen: “Yes, why not?”

Her Boss: “The fight begins in 3, 2, 1… Go!”

The man punches her immediately. When she dodges, she strikes his liver. He attacks again, relentlessly, relying on his emotions and instincts, using overwhelming strength and brutality. Meanwhile, Silver Queen focuses on parrying and counterattacking, aiming for his vital spots. However, it’s difficult for her to harm him due to his size, durability, weight, and density.

His speed and agility make things even harder for her. He’s too quick for someone of his size. His stamina and endurance are also remarkable, and he continues to attack with blinding speed and chaotic unpredictability.

Silver Queen, on the other hand, relies more on skill, technique, tactics, speed, agility, and cunning. Every move she makes is calculated and precise. Her main weapons aren’t just her brain but also her heart. This type of opponent isn’t new to her; she’s faced tougher adversaries in the past.

The fight continues until she finally knocks him out with her fist. She nearly kills him but decides to spare him instead.

After the fight, his face is unrecognizable, but Silver Queen only has sweat on her brow—he didn’t land a clean hit on her.

Silver Queen: “Well, it’s not that hard. I’ve faced tougher guys than him.”

Her Boss’ Friend: “Nice. How about you, Shinigami? Would you face her?”

Shinigami speaks in a ghostly, anime-like cold tone, a mix of Japanese and British accents when he speaks English.

Shinigami: “Nope.”

Her Boss: “Why? Are you scared of her?”

Shinigami: “Nope, I’m just simply uninterested. You know me, sir, I’m immune to intimidation.”

Silver Queen’s Mind: “His accent is a mix of Japanese and British. He must be a half-breed. But I don’t believe he’s ‘immune’ to intimidation. He’s probably joking, lying, or doesn’t know what he’s saying. Sheesh.” 😒

Shinigami’s Mind: “私にとって、彼女は敵ではなく、抱きしめたくなる存在です。” (Watashi ni totte, kanojo wa teki de wa naku, dakishimetakunaru sonzai desu.)

“For me, she’s not an opponent, but someone you’d want to hug.” 🧊❄️🩸🖤🥀

Back to Ethan/Super Green:

The scene starts with Ethan in the attic of his house, wearing his black hoodie jacket and a ski mask while using his phone to chat with someone on Meggit (a Dark Web website).

@SuperGreen123: “Hello, my friend.”

@ShadowGhost71: “Hi, bro. It’s been a while.”

@SuperGreen123: “Well, our topic is different. It’s not about my crush that I’m obsessed with, but about the person who assassinated the UK’s Prime Minister, Winston Wilson.”

@ShadowGhost71: “A corrupt and communist prime minister of Britannia, huh? I never thought you’d have an interest like that. Why, what do you need from that person?”

@SuperGreen123: “I want to talk to her for tips on high-profile assassination missions, especially if they’re overt. She should train me and give me access so I can make my bashers from last year’s dog assassination post pay for what they said to me. You know the exception.”

@ShadowGhost71: “Yeah, your crush, your obsession. But I thought you always wanted individuality to avoid becoming a puppet of the government or the system. Well, what happened now?”

@SuperGreen123: “All I want is access and training. Is that bad?”

@ShadowGhost71: “Yes, unless you’re ready to abandon your own rules of not being a puppet of society, a matrix, a system, a game, or powerful figures who hold the strings—just to get the training and revenge you want or need.”

@SuperGreen123: “I get it. Sorry, I’ll lose interest and be a lone wolf outside the strings again, okay?”

@ShadowGhost71: “Good. Anyway, do you have any missions recently?”

@SuperGreen123: “Yes, but not as often as before due to the lack of contracts. Like always, I’m focused on evil creatures—whether animals or humans—so long as it’s low-profile, unless they offer something irresistible.”

@ShadowGhost71: “Have you ever failed?”

@SuperGreen123: “Nope. Even the high-profile missions aren’t that hard. They’re just really risky, especially if the missions are overt. Before I take on a mission, I investigate it properly, unlike before, when I almost killed an innocent target for a client who was lying. Luckily, I overthought it and questioned whether my crimes were justifiable. I’m neutral—not a good person, but not evil either. How about you? Any missions previously?”

@ShadowGhost71: “Yeah, but nothing special. Just another notorious serial killer in his own slaughterhouse. And like before, I never avoid fighting unless it’s necessary.”

@SuperGreen123: “Oh, okay. Do all the serial killers you’ve killed die in their slaughterhouses?”

@ShadowGhost71: “Nope. Some of them just attacked me randomly, like other civilians. Some broke into my house, whether randomly or to target me. Others I killed in a haunted house, and some were in the jungle. Some were guerilla fighters, others were clowns, and some were in groups—sometimes small, sometimes large. My encounters with serial killers, regardless of type, aren’t rare at all, just like my encounters with other types of targets. How about you? Have you ever encountered a serial killer before?”

@SuperGreen123: “Yeah, last week at night. When I was walking down a street, an old man with a blood-stained knife tried to stab me. I dodged it, stabbed his side with a poisoned ice pick, cleaned it, and left like nothing happened.”

The same flashback appears, where he’s wearing his normal black clothes—shorts, a tank top, and slippers.

@ShadowGhost71: “Nice. But are you still haunted by your bashers?”

@SuperGreen123: “Nope. The very few remaining were killed by me, while the others were arrested or captured and killed by enemy criminal groups. How about you?”

@ShadowGhost71: “There are still too many groups and individuals hunting me down, especially in my country. But I’m a ghost among ghosts. I’m too unknown, too anonymous—like they’re trying to find someone or something that never existed.”

@SuperGreen123: “So no one has ever beaten you?”

@ShadowGhost71: “Yeah, no one’s ever beaten me or even rivaled me before, not in light or real-world fights, or fights to the death, or in controlled environments with or without rules. Most of my enemies lose to me with an effortless one shot—some knocked out, some dead—unlike you, who was matched by someone before.”

@SuperGreen123: “Are you underestimating me?”

@ShadowGhost71: “Nope. I envy you because not even professional fighters, special forces, or hardened criminals can match me. And if you don’t believe me, here’s my proof.”

He sends videos of his fights against fighters, special forces, and criminals, where his face isn’t visible because his camera is mounted on his chest.

@ShadowGhost71: “I really envy you because my first-ever worthy opponent is still nonexistent. Though I’m not looking for one, because I’m lazy, and I know that shit is risky and a waste of time. Plus, I’m not a battle lover.”

@SuperGreen123: “Okay, but what’s your honor code again?”

@ShadowGhost71: “Head to head. How about you?”

@SuperGreen123: “We have the same honor code.”

@ShadowGhost71: “Okay, bye. Gotta go.”

@SuperGreen123: “Okay, bye-bye.”

The conversation ends here.

The End.

Volume 2

The story begins in the morning, with Ethan just waking up. He heads to the kitchen to wash his hands and face, then prepares his breakfast, which takes several minutes.

His Breakfast:

• Bread

• Milk

• Rice

• Fish

• Eggs

• Cheese

• Pancakes

• Chocolate

As he eats, his mind drifts to deeper thoughts.

Ethan’s Thoughts:

“Paano kung hanggang ngayon, marami pa ring humahanting sakin, hindi ko lang alam? O kaya naman, kung wala na, makikipag-laban ako sa mga malalakas sa Meggit?”

He’s thinking about users who are part of m/Assassinations, such as:

• @SpecialForcesNinja022

• Someone who practiced Ninjutsu as a child, became an assassin, and later joined the Israeli Special Forces for years before returning to assassination.

• Known For: Skills in Warfare & Stealth.

• @ApexPredator711

• Former Professional MMA Fighter

• Former Professional Bodybuilder

• Ex-Navy Seal Team 6 Leader

• Ex-Convict King

• Assassin (Currently)

• Crime Lord (Currently)

• Known For: Overwhelming Strength, Graphic Violence & Impeccable Combat Skills.

• @BalancedWarrior456

• Former Terrorist Leader

• Ex-Royal Netherlands Army Special Operator

• Assassin (Currently)

• Known For: Skills in Stealth and Tracking.

• @Serpent2025

• Top 1 Student & Academic Achiever (Currently)

• Assassin (Currently)

• Known For: Prodigious Talent & Improvement

Potential in 2 Fields:

• Academics in the Light

• Assassination in the Shadows.

The Reality Unbeknownst to Him:

Ethan is being hunted by someone his age (11) named Phillip, also known as Super Red, another Meggit user and vigilante assassin. Like Ethan (Super Green), Phillip shares a mental disconnection from society and reality. He is also part of the same m/Assassinations sub and is currently on a bus hunting Ethan. The reason Phillip is after Super Green is due to their ideological differences.

Super Green’s Ideology:

Super Green believes that evil is not limited to humans; evil exists across all species and is defined by actions, not intelligence.

Super Red’s Ideology:

Super Red believes there is no such thing as “evil animals” and that animals should not be killed, as he loves them.

Phillip’s Mind:

“ANG MGA HAYOP AY HINDI DAPAT PINAPATAY DAHIL NASA TAO LANG ANG KASAMAAN.”

Several Hours Later (Noon):

Super Green is driving a car, hunting Super Red. His phone rings with an unknown number, sparking excitement in Ethan as he assumes it’s his crush calling him. He uses a voice modulator and answers the call in a low-pitched voice.

Ethan: “Hello?”

Phillip: “Magsalita ka sa tunay mong boses.”

Ethan feels extremely sad and disappointed.

Ethan: “Sino ka?”

Phillip: “MAGSALITA KA SABI!!!”

Ethan: “Mauna ka.”

Phillip: “MAGSASALITA KA O PAPATAYIN KITA?!”

Ethan: “MAYABANG KANG PUTANGINAMO KA HA, GUSTO MO BA NG PATAYAN, HA???”

Phillip: “BASTOS KA AH, ALAM MO BANG HINAHANTING NA KITA NGAYON, HA???”

Ethan: “KANINA PA KAYA HUMANDA KA AT MAMAMATAY KA NA!!!!!!”

Ethan ends the call, and they continue searching for each other.

Later:

A girl, younger than them, is about to be kidnapped by a white van on an empty street. Super Green and Super Red react quickly.

• Super Green summons a green full-body suit and wears it instantly.

• Super Red summons a red full-body suit and does the same.

They both jump out of their cars. Super Red shoots the head of the kidnapper, then repeatedly shoots the van until it explodes. Super Green, however, is fast enough to save the girl from the explosion, allowing her to run away, crying.

The girl’s mother arrives to embrace her.

The Kid: “Mommy, mommy, I was kidnapped by a white van. Thankfully, Super Green and Super Red saved me.”

Her Mother: “Thank you, kids!”

After the mother and daughter leave, Super Green and Super Red approach each other, pointing guns at one another. They activate their voice modulators and speak in low-pitched voices.

Super Red: “IKAW NA BA YUNG HINAHANAP KO???!!!”

Super Green: “KUNG IKAW YUNG KAMURAHAN KO EH OO, AKO NA NGA!!!!!!”

Super Red: “KUNG MATAPANG KA TALAGA, TARA MANO-MANO!!!!!!”

They both hide their guns and begin a brutal street fight, filled with skill and raw aggression. The fight is chaotic, technical, yet intense, as every blow generates shockwaves from their sheer strength.

Their fight includes:

• Punches, kicks, knees, elbows, headbutts

• Grapples, clinches, takedowns, throws

• Dirty tactics like groin hits, eye gouging,

and biting

They use techniques from various martial arts, adding flashy moves inspired by anime, creating a battle that’s both real-world and fictional. Their skills, strength, and mental willpower are evenly matched. Neither is willing to give up.

Super Red’s hatred for Super Green is ideological, while Super Green is devastated, feeling “scammed” and heartbroken after thinking Super Red was his crush.

Both suffer from mental disorders:

• Super Green has Derealization Disorder.

• Super Red has Delusional Disorder.

The fight rages on, leaving the streets stained with green and red blood. Both are crying from the emotional and physical strain.

Eventually, Super Green lands a clean hit, but just as they both strike each other’s jaw simultaneously, they hear a police car approaching. They quickly lift a nearby van and place it where their blood is, summoning a Molotov cocktail to burn it all down.

They return to their cars and leave quickly. Moments later, a firetruck arrives and extinguishes the flames, washing away the evidence of their battle.

On the Other Hand: Shinigami & Silver Queen’s Mission

The scene opens in one of the wealthiest bars in the UK, where Silver Queen is seductively dancing on stage. She wears a provocative outfit along with a masquerade mask, captivating the attention of nearly every man in the room. But her focus remains on her target—David Davies, a corrupt judge known for protecting major crime organizations.

Her dance continues for several minutes, drawing him in, until it finally ends. With a confident smile, she approaches him.

Silver Queen: “Can I sit?”

Davies: “Sure.”

She sits beside him, and almost immediately, he places his arm around her shoulder, his touch invasive.

Davies: “You’re so beautiful. What’s your name?” 😈❤️‍🔥🥃🐍

Silver Queen: “Marie.” 😊 (Lying.)

Davies: “Can we have some fun?” 😏

Silver Queen: “Sure, sir. Why not?” 😏

They move together toward a private room. As they walk, Silver Queen discreetly glances toward Shinigami, who is watching from a distance. He wears all black—a leather hoodie jacket, a t-shirt underneath, dark pants, shoes, gloves, a ski mask, and a masquerade mask. His face is completely concealed, and his hood remains low.

Inside the Room

Silver Queen locks the door, turns off the lights, and pushes Davies onto the bed. Leaning close, she whispers in an ASMR-like voice:

Silver Queen: “Close your eyes.”

He obeys without hesitation.

Silver Queen: “Don’t open them until I say, okay?”

Davies: “Sure, sure.”

Without wasting a second, she pulls out a knife and swiftly slits his throat, killing him silently and efficiently.

She takes out her phone and texts Shinigami:

Her: He’s dead, but I know he still has bodyguards outside.

Him: Ok, ok.

Meanwhile, Outside the Room

Shinigami activates a signal jammer, disabling all CCTV cameras. He moves stealthily toward the bodyguards outside. Some patrons almost scream upon seeing him, but other armed men—likely Davies’ associates—point their guns at them, keeping the situation from escalating.

A moment later, the lights turn back on. The scene is silent.

Davies’ bodyguards are already dead.

Shinigami knocks on the door.

Shinigami: “I’m here now, miss. They’re gone.”

His voice carries a unique accent—a blend of British and Japanese.

Silver Queen steps out and escapes with him, moving silently and unnoticed. Their mission is a complete success.

In the Getaway Car

As they drive away, Silver Queen leans back and smirks.

Silver Queen: “Very impressive, boy. You’ve got skills. But you seem a little reckless. Did you really fight them?”

Shinigami responds in a cold, hardened tone.

Shinigami: “Yes. Combat situations don’t have to be inevitable for my missions, but if they approach me—or if the situation calls for it—I don’t avoid them. Only when absolutely necessary.”

Silver Queen: “So, you enjoy fighting? Or do you simply not care?”

Shinigami: “No. I just don’t avoid fights. But sometimes, yeah—I may like it or even love it, depending on my mood or the situation. What about you? Do you think combat during assassinations should always be necessary?”

Silver Queen raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

Silver Queen: “Yeah, especially when the mission is extremely difficult or risky. But why don’t you avoid fights during missions?”

Shinigami’s expression remains unreadable.

Shinigami: “Because intimidation doesn’t exist in my world anymore. And giving me fear beyond intimidation is extremely difficult. Even if it does happen, it’s just another emotion to suppress—without effort or difficulty.”

Silver Queen raises an eyebrow.

Silver Queen: “But what if one day, fear actually becomes a worthy opponent for you?”

She pauses.

Silver Queen: “Sorry for the multiple questions.”

Shinigami barely reacts.

Shinigami: “Doesn’t matter. If that happens, we either act despite it, overcome it in different ways, or use it to our advantage. Simple. No matter how hard it gets, it’s always manageable.”

Silver Queen leans back, nodding slowly.

Silver Queen’s Thoughts:

“This kid… he sounds cold, hardened, and internally strong. But I hope everything he said is 100% true.”

After a brief silence, Shinigami speaks again.

Shinigami: “Anyway… aren’t you worried about your fingerprints?”

Silver Queen chuckles.

Silver Queen: “Nah. I’m wearing very realistic gloves that look exactly like my hands. No fingerprints left behind.”

Shinigami: “Okay.”

The End.