[Warning:- coming chapters may include a lot of violence, all of them will be described in detail also. continue on your on risks]
Simon's finger brushed against his Space belt.
Seeing this— the assassins struck.
Two Attackers.
One lunged from the front, dagger gleaning in the dim light. The other darted from the behind, blade aimed at his spine.
A synchronized kill strike.
But Simon's hand was faster.
SHING!
Ignis Fangs was freed.
A flash of crimson steel tore through the air, parrying both attacks simultaneously.
CLANG!
Sparks exploded as metal met metal. The sheer force of his counter sent both Assassins staggering backward.
Simon didn't waste a second.
He twisted his blade, redirecting his grip before lunging forward— aiming straight for the assassin in front.
The attacker barely managed to block.
CLANG!
But Simon's strength was overwhelming.
His raw physical power forced them down, their knees bending under the sheer pressure of his blade.
At the same time—
The second assassin, now behind him again, attempted to stab his exposed back.
Simon anticipated it.
Without even turning, he kicked backward, his heel slamming into his ribs.
CRACK!
The assassin flew into the far wall, crashing against it with a dull thud.
Simon turned his full attention back to the first attacker.
Their breathing had grown ragged, their dagger trembling against Ignis Fang.
"You thought I'd be an easy kill?" Simon smirked; his voice laced with amusement. "You should've brought more people."
The assassin's eyes narrowed behind their mask.
Instead of responding—
They suddenly disappeared.
Stealth skill.
Simon exhaled sharply, his grip on Ignis Fang tightening.
Then—
WHOOSH!
The second assassin, the one he had kicked away—recovered was already on him again.
A pulse of dark energy erupted from their palm, surging toward Simon's chest.
Simon didn't dodge.
He moved into it.
BOOM!
The force of the attack sent him skidding backward—but he rode the impact, twisting his body to absorb the shock without losing control.
His eyes flickered.
The first assassin was still hidden.
There.
A faint whisper of movement to his left.
Simon reacted instantly.
He swung Ignis Fang in a wide arc, its fiery edge cutting through the air.
FWOOOSH!
His flames roared, lighting up the whole space—
Revealing the assassin just as they reappeared, blade inches from his throat.
Too slow.
Simon sidestepped, avoiding the strike with effortless precision.
Then he drove a punch into his guts.
The assassin choked as the impact crushed his ribs. Sending them across the floor.
Simon moved like a phantom.
Before the assassin could retreat, his hand shot out—catching one by the throat.
GASP!
The attacker clawed at Simon's iron grip, feet kicking as he was lifted off the ground. His mask cracked from the pressure revealing wide, panicked eyes.
Seeing his comrade caught, the second assassin charged, blade aimed straight for Simon's heart.
But Simon— whose physical strength was infinitely closer to a 4-Star Astral Lord— was beyond anything a mere 3-Star could handle.
The moment the second assassin lunged; Simon reacted instantly.
Without even letting go of the first, he extended his free hand, fingers reaching to catch the attacker's throat.
The assassin barely managed to dodge, twisting their body at the last second.
It didn't matter.
Simon adjusted.
Instead of grabbing their throat—
His hand stabbed into their collarbone.
CRACK!
The assassin's scream ripped through the air as searing pain exploded through his body. Their weapon clattered uselessly to the floor.
Simon's grip tightened.
He could feel the bone fracturing under his finger, the assassin's body twisting in sheer agony.
"Not so fast". Simon murmured; voice cold.
The first assassin, still dangling in Simon's grip, struggled harder, trying to pry his finger of his throat.
Simon turned his gaze at them.
"Talk!"
His tone was devoid of emotion.
he ordered, squeezing just enough to make them feel it—the slow, creeping embrace of death.
"Or you'll die"
the assassin screamed.
"If you, don't let us go… your father will die!"
The words echoed in the room.
Simon felt something inside him shift.
For just a fraction of a second, his eyes unfocused, his grip loosening ever so slightly.
The assassin felt it.
A chance.
A desperate opportunity.
He pried Simon's finger off his mangled collarbone and kicked off Simon's body, wanting to create distance—
But the assassin never got the chance.
Because in the next instant-
Simon tightened his grip and ripped.
RIIIP!
Flesh tore. Muscle fibers snapped like overstretched cords. Bone, once solid and whole, was wrenched free from its rightful place—torn straight out of the assassin's body.
The assassin let out a scream so inhuman it didn't sound like it belonged to this world.
The assassin stumbled back few steps—only to collapse on his knee as his body gave off.
Blood erupted from the gaping wound, splattering across the floor, painting the walls, drenching Simon's arm in red.
Simon stood there; expression unreadable.
His finger slowly uncurled, dropping the ripped-out collarbone to the ground with a sickening splat.
Simon slowly loosens his grip from the other assassin and moved to the assassin kneeling on the floor
Aerial
Air solidified around the throat of the assassin in the shape of Simon's hand.
The assassin still floating in air still feeling Simon's strong grip still holding onto his throat. Watched in horror as Simon walked away from him.
Slowly realization hit.
They hadn't picked a target.
They hadn't concerned a man.
They had awakened something far worse.
They had provoked a monster.
Simon walked toward the kneeling assassin, his mind working like a machine- cold, efficient, calculating.
His movements were slow, yet each step carried the weight of something inevitable.
The assassin trembled, blood pooling beneath him, his breath ragged, his vision blurred from pain and terror. He looked up— a mistake.
Their eyes locked.
And in that instant death was decided.
Simon's leg moved.
Fast. Brutal. Unstoppable.
A sharp whoosh cut through the air—
CRACK!
His kick connected with monstrous force, so fast the assassin never even saw it coming.
His head detached from his body, the sheer impact launching it into the air like a discarded puppet.
For a fraction of second, blood arced beautifully, a crimson mist suspended in time.
Them—
THUD.
The lifeless body collapsed.
The severed head rolled across the blood-soaked floor before coming to a slow, sickening stop.
Simon exhaled.
His expression unreadable.
His foot lowered back to the ground, the echoes of the brutal execution fading into the suffocating silence.
One left.
The assassin still trapped in his air grip—
Was staring at him like he had just witnessed a nightmare made flesh, his body shaking in fear.
Simon turned toward the last assassin.
Each step was slow. Heavy. Unforgiving.
The floorboards creaked beneath him, only sound in the suffocating silence.
Suspended midair unseen grip, the assassin trembled, breath hitching—trapped. Helpless.
Simon stopped before him.
His bloodied hand reached out; fingers slick with crimson.
The assassin's body seized. His wide, terrified eyes locked onto the approaching hand. Lips trembled, but no words came—only choked gasps.
Darkness swallowed his vision as Simon's shadow fell over him.
And then—
only the muffled cries of a man, struggling in the grasp of a Monster.