I am the legendary Assassin also known as"God of death" and I have killed countless people. My name is 'Saline' given to me by my biological mother. I was originally born into a rich household, and I was living a happy life with my parents.

We were a loving family.

But slowly, I began to notice cracks in the perfect picture. My parents started arguing—louder, harsher, more often. One night, hidden behind the stairs, I overheard the truth that shattered everything:

My dad was cheating on my mom.

She found out. She didn’t scream or fight—she just… distanced herself. The light in her eyes began to fade.

Then she got sick.

And my father? He refused to let a doctor treat her. Said she was “exaggerating.” Said she’d “get over it.”

She never did.

And just like that… my mother was gone.

My belief in love and attachments died with her.

Barely a week after the funeral, my father married another woman and told me, "She’s your new mom now. Treat her with respect."

But that woman despised me from the very beginning. And my father—he never looked at me with love again.

They had a son. A perfect little prince. And the moment he could walk, I was no longer needed.

At thirteen, they kicked me out of the house, saying, “You’ve failed to meet our expectations.”

Thirteen. Alone. Unloved. Unwanted.

My heart turned cold. Love became a joke. Attachment? A weakness.

I survived. Trained. Learned the art of killing.

And then, I hunted down the kind of men who took advantage of weak, broken slave girls—the ones no one cared about.

I became a shadow. A weapon.

I became the God of Death.

One night, I disguised myself as a weak, helpless girl—dirty clothes, trembling hands, eyes filled with fake fear.

The target was a corrupt businessman, the kind that preyed on vulnerable girls sold in backroom deals.

He took me to his private warehouse on the outskirts of the city. A place where no one could hear screams.

Too bad for him—I didn’t scream.

When he let his guard down, I pulled the blade from my pocket and slit his throat wide open.

He gasped, blood bubbling at his lips, struggling to understand what just happened.

I didn’t give him time. I made sure his end was as cruel as the things he’d done to others.

After wiping every trace of my presence, I walked through the rain to an old hardware shop downtown—just a cover.

Inside, it was a base.

The place where assassins like me brought in jobs, got paid, and disappeared.

I walked up to the counter.

“It’s done. No mess left behind.”

The man behind the counter, the boss, looked up from his ledger.

“Well done,” he said, sliding over a wad of cash.

“Another monster gone. You really are something else, Saline.”

I nodded, pocketed the cash, and walked out into the storm.

It was pouring. Heavy, relentless. The kind of rain that tried to drown the streets.

That’s when I saw it—

A little cat, soaking wet, curled beneath a bench, too weak to even meow.

I stopped.

I don’t know why.

Maybe because it reminded me of me. Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten.

I wrapped it in my coat and whispered, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

We were just a girl and a stray, walking through the storm.

Until lightning struck.

The world turned white—then black.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Was this… death?

But then, something strange happened.

I heard a voice. Two voices.

One was the cat.

Talking.

And the other—

I couldn’t describe it. It was too big, too distant, too… divine.

I tried to open my eyes, but the light was blinding.

Where was I?

Why could the cat speak?

And why did it feel like someone was watching my soul?

When my eyes opened, I saw something strange.

The cat I had saved was talking.

It was standing in front of a glowing man surrounded by small flying creatures with wings. They looked like tiny angels.

I blinked in shock.

“Are you… God?” I asked slowly.

The glowing figure looked at me and smiled gently.

“Yes, I am.”

His voice was calm, but powerful. I could feel it deep inside me.

He looked at me for a moment, then said,

“You have taken many lives—lives I gave. Because of that, I must send you to hell.”

I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, listening.

There was no fear, no regret.Just the usual emptiness in my chest.

But then the cat spoke again.

“No, my lord. She saved me. She helped me in the rain when I had no one.”

I looked at the cat, then back at God.

“It’s fine,” I said. “I know I’m not a good person. I don’t care about going to hell. Just do it.”

God looked surprised. Then… he laughed. A big, deep laugh that filled the whole space.

“Hah! You say you have an awful personality… yet you stopped in a thunderstorm to help a weak little cat?”

The flying angels around him whispered to each other.

Then God smiled.

“Angels, I think she deserves one chance. Not a reward… but a mission.”

He turned to me.

“I want you to go to another world and save a kingdom that is about to fall. I cannot interfere directly in the human world… but you can.”

I frowned.

“No thanks. I’m not some hero. Pick someone else.”

But he raised his hand before I could say more.

“In return,” he said, “you will get the chance to feel love again.”

My eyes widened.

“No—wait, stop—!”

But his finger glowed, and in a second, my body began to fly.

The light grew stronger, and everything around me disappeared.

I was falling. Spinning. Flying.

And then—darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was different.

The ceiling was white, with gold decorations. The walls were pink, soft, and bright. There were toys everywhere. The air smelled sweet.

I sat up easily.

Yes—sat up.

Not like a normal baby struggling to move. My body felt light but strong.

I looked at my hands—tiny, soft, but they moved perfectly. I could make a full fist without any trouble.

“What… is this?” I whispered in my mind.

I moved my legs. Still short, but I had full control.

God must have done something. He said he’d give me a chance. Was this part of it?

Before I could figure things out, the door opened.

A boy walked in. He looked about ten years old. His hair was messy and dark, and his eyes were warm and golden.

When he saw me, his face lit up.

He ran over and picked me up carefully, holding me close.

“Aww! You’re awake! My baby sister is finally awake!”

He smiled so big, I thought his face might break.

“You’re the cutest baby in the whole kingdom!”

“Wait… baby sister?” I thought.

I blinked in confusion.

The room. The fancy crib. The boy calling me “sister.”

Was I really…?

“Don’t tell me I’ve been reincarnated… as a royal baby?”

The boy touched his forehead to mine.

“I’ll always protect you,” he whispered.

My heart paused.

His voice was so gentle, so full of love. Something I hadn’t felt in years.

But I quickly shook it off.

“No. Love doesn’t exist. Love only brings pain.”

Still, I couldn’t ignore the look in his eyes.

So full of care.

“Let’s see how long that lasts,” I thought.

And with that, my new life began.

After my brother left, I slowly drifted off to sleep. But something felt off. Like someone was watching me.

I opened my eyes—and my heart nearly jumped.

God was standing there, staring down at me with an amused expression.

But I wasn’t in my room anymore. The crib, the toys, everything was gone.

I looked around. We were in a vast, glowing hall. It was quiet, empty, unreal. A place pulled straight out of a dream.

“Where…?”

He smiled. “Don’t worry. I created this space so no one can see us. Just a little private chat.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“So,” he said, walking slowly toward me, “how’s your new life going?”

I crossed my arms—or, well, I tried. Hard to do when your arms are the size of a baby’s.

I just glared.

He chuckled nervously. “Still as cold as ever, huh?”

Then he cleared his throat and stood tall.

“Alright, listen carefully. You’ve been reborn 200 years in the past from your original world. Your name is 'Loria Virelle ' This is the Eldoria Empire. You’re now the youngest princess of the royal family. You have two older brothers, a mother, and a father.”

He raised a finger.

“Your mission is to protect them… and to save this empire.”

I blinked, confused. “Save… an entire empire?”

He nodded. “Eldoria was destroyed when the princess—you—turned 15. But now, you have the chance to change that fate.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why should I care about this kingdom? I didn’t ask for this.”

“Come on!” he whined. “You can’t just bail on this. You have to do it!”

I stared at him. “Are you seriously the same god who was judging me before? What happened to all that mighty and serious attitude?”

He pouted. “W-Well, I was trying to be cool. But I’m still the almighty, okay? So, atleast show some respect.”

I turned away, pretending I didn’t hear him.

He groaned. “Anyway—listen up. You cannot tell anyone about your mission or the world you came from. If you do… well, let’s just say the punishment will be something you really don’t want.”

I scoffed. “Sounds like a scam.”

His smile faded a little. “Saline… I’m serious. Act according to your age. You’re a baby now. Don’t slip up.”

And with that, he vanished.

I opened my eyes again and was back in my room. Everything looked normal… at first.

But then I felt something.

My instincts screamed danger.

I turned my head—and froze.

A hooded figure stood beside my crib, holding a knife.

An assassin.

In the palace.

He moved toward me—but I didn’t panic.

I rolled out of the crib and hit the ground running. My body was small, but fast. The god’s power gave me full control.

The assassin wasn’t expecting a baby to move like this.

Rookie mistake.

I spotted a small ceremonial dagger left on a nearby table.

I grabbed it. My grip was solid. I twisted and threw it with precision honed from years of deadly training.

The blade hit the assassin’s neck.

He dropped, dead.

I climbed onto the body, breathing slowly, heart steady.

“Too easy.”

But just then, the door creaked open.

I looked up.

Mother stood there. Holding a bottle of milk.

She stared.

At me.

At the knife.

At the dead man.

“Uh-oh…” I thought.

“…She saw me. Now what?