HITMAN WITH A BADASS SYSTEM

“We need to fix this place,” Michael declared, surveying the scorched earth that had been the scene of their battle. A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he turned to Gaya.

“I can’t believe this place just grew out, and you two ladies messed it up.”

Gaya rolled her eyes, though a smile played at the corners of her mouth. She gestured towards the uprooted trees, the smashed statues, the ground still smoldering from her poison.

“Well, when you’re fighting a bitch who can turn into a fucking centipede, things tend to get a little messy,” she retorted, amusement lacing her tone.

Before Michael could respond, a gentle breeze swept through the ravaged forest. It carried the scent of jasmine and something else, something undeniably divine. Then, Seshat appeared before them. Her serene smile never wavered, her very presence a soothing balm to the chaos that had just unfolded. Gaya couldn’t help but smile back, a genuine, unguarded smile this time.

Seshat raised a delicate eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over the destruction. “Rin, I presume?” she asked, her voice a soft melody.

Michael nodded, his expression hardening.

“She got away,” Gaya interjected, frustration tightening her voice. “That fucker Xyloth beamed her out before I could…” Her hands clenched into fists as her sentence trailed off.

Seshat, however, simply smiled. She knew, of course, that killing Rin’s physical form would only make her stronger. Corrupted, evil beings like her thrived on death and destruction; it was their fuel, their sustenance. To truly defeat Rin, they needed to target her soul, the one hidden within Xyloth’s domain. But for now…

She held out her hand, and a vial filled with a glowing, green liquid materialized in her palm.

“A gift,” she explained, her voice soft and gentle. “From Flora, the Goddess of Nature. To heal this land.”

Michael and Gaya watched, mesmerized, as Seshat uncorked the vial. She tilted it, pouring the liquid onto the ravaged earth. The effect was instantaneous. The scorched ground began to heal. Grass sprouted, flowers bloomed, trees regrew, their branches reaching towards the sky. The air cleared, the stench of decay replaced by the sweet scent of life.

“Now,” Seshat said, her gaze turning towards Gaya. “About your beasts…”

Gaya’s attention refocused, a grin spreading across her face. “They’re here,” she replied, her voice filled with childlike excitement as she began to feel them.

As if on cue, the forest erupted with life. Soon, the beasts began to emergy from the trees, behind rocks and beneath the ground. Lions, their manes golden, their roars echoing through the trees. Griffins, their feathers ruffled, their eyes sharp and intelligent. Dragons, their scales shimmering in the light, their breath misty in the cool air. Some wolves even ran toward Gaya and showered her with wet kisses.

And Phoenix.

He sprinted towards Gaya, his red hair flying, his human form a stark contrast to the beasts around him. He looked young, eager, a child amidst monsters.

“Gaya!” he shouted, his voice filled with joy. “Did you miss me?”

Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, Gaya couldn’t help but laugh. “Welcome home, Phoenix,” she said, ruffling his fiery red hair. “Did you miss me? Were you causing any trouble?”

Everyone within earshot, even the stoic elven guards, knew Phoenix had a unique way of interpreting things. He was literal, to a fault, and that literalness, combined with his childlike nature, often led to unforeseen consequences. Hilarious, sometimes. Disastrous, other times. Gaya still remembered the time she’d, in a moment of frustration, told him to “kick someone’s ass.” And Phoenix, bless his fiery heart, had proceeded to literally kick the unfortunate beast tamer in the buttocks. Repeatedly. Until the poor man had begged for mercy.

Oblivious to the memories he’d triggered, Phoenix puffed out his chest, his expression earnest.

“I have not been causing any trouble, Gaya,” he declared, righteous indignation filling his voice.

Michael, watching the exchange, chuckled softly and patted Phoenix on the shoulder, a gesture of affection and amusement.

“I’m glad you’re here, kid,” he said, his voice warm and genuine.

Michael shifted his gaze from the assembled beasts to Seshat and nodded. “As much as I’d love to stay and celebrate,” he began, regret lacing his voice, “we have business to attend to. In Luxor. Zorian’s request.”

Gaya, who had been leaning against the crimson dragon, its scales warm beneath her touch, straightened up, a predatory gleam in her eyes. “I’m itching for a rematch with that Rin bitch,” she growled, her hands clenching into fists.

Michael shook his head. “Not yet, Gaya,” he said firmly. “First, we complete Zorian’s task. Then, we gather more information. About Xyloth. About Rin’s true soul. Where it is. How it’s protected.”

He knew with a certainty that gnawed at his gut that killing Rin wouldn’t be as straightforward as killing Agra or Rainar. They were gods, yes, but sane. Relatively speaking. Rin, on the other hand, was something else. She was Xyloth’s daughter, the Princess of Murder. And Xyloth, he was a Level 6 God, if Pink’s information was correct. Killing Rin in his domain, in his temple, would be suicide.

And they didn’t even know where it was. Or how to get there. Or what kind of defenses Xyloth had in place. Too many unknowns. Too many variables. He needed more information. He needed a plan. A good plan.

“We need to prepare, Gaya,” he urged, his gaze meeting hers. “This isn’t going to be easy.”

“Fine,” Gaya grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “But when we find her, I get to kill her. Slowly.”

Michael chuckled. “Have at it,” he said, amusement lacing his tone. He turned to Seshat, his expression grateful. “Thank you, Seshat. For everything.”

“There is no need for thanks,” Seshat replied, her serene smile unwavering. “I am merely restoring balance. Bringing order to this chaos.” She gestured towards the transformed landscape, the reborn forest.

“Nithroel’s remaining worshippers, they will arrive soon. They will tend to this land. Ensure its survival. Its harmony. The hunters and the hunted. A self-sustaining ecosystem.”

Despite her dislike of rules and order, Gaya couldn’t help but acknowledge the wisdom in Seshat’s words. There had to be balance, even for her beasts. They couldn’t just run wild, devouring everything in their path. They needed predators and prey, a natural order. It was ironic, really. The Goddess of Monsters learning a lesson in balance from the Goddess of Wisdom.

“We should go,” Michael said, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. “Luxor awaits. And we have a data center to destroy.”

“And after that battle, I’m fucking beat,” Gaya added, stretching her arms above her head, her movements fluid and graceful.

“I need a long bath. And a longer nap.” She turned to Phoenix, who was watching them, his fiery eyes filled with childlike curiosity.

“You stay here, birdie,” she instructed, her voice softening slightly.

“Look after the forest. The beasts. And don’t cause any trouble. Use the earpiece if you need anything. Don’t try to eat the device, understand?” She enunciated each word carefully, as if speaking to a particularly dim toddler.

“Now, go on you little shit. Shoo,” Gaya finished, making a shooing gesture with her hands.

Seshat, her smile unwavering, simply inclined her head. “May Fortuna smile upon you,” she whispered softly.

Michael, his hand resting on the portal device, activated the travel rune. A shimmering vortex of golden light erupted before them. With a final wave to Phoenix and her beasts, Gaya stepped into the portal, followed closely by Michael.

They reappeared in another alleyway, the sounds and smells of Luxor assaulting their senses. The opulence of the city, the gleaming gold that adorned every building, every statue, every street corner, was almost blinding. The narrow alleyway opened onto a street bustling with activity, the cobblestones themselves seeming to shimmer with gold dust. Buildings, crafted from a pale, almost luminous stone, were festooned with golden filigree, and intricate carvings depicting scenes of prosperity and abundance.

On the other hand, the balconies were overflowing with vibrant, exotic flowers planted in golden pots, their sweet fragrance mingling with the less pleasant odors of the city. Storefronts, their signs etched in gold lettering, displayed an array of extravagant goods such as shimmering silks, jeweled weapons, enchanted trinkets, and cages filled with exotic, brightly plumed birds.

Stepping out of the alleyway and onto the polished, white stone streets of Luxor, Michael felt like he’d entered another world. The sheer number of elves was staggering. They were everywhere, their pointed ears and elegant features a stark contrast to the rougher humans and dwarves he was used to seeing in the Dark Castle. Here and there, he spotted a human or a dwarf, but they were clearly in the minority, their presence almost incidental. The elves, though they didn’t engage directly, observed Michael and Gaya with curious glances before continuing on their way.

They approached a vendor hawking his wares from a brightly colored stall. The middle-aged elf had a neatly trimmed beard and eyes that held a hint of amusement. His stall, a vibrant tapestry of silks and exotic trinkets, overflowed with cages. And within those cages, birds. Not just any birds but exotic creatures. One, no bigger than Michael’s fist, was a blazing inferno of reds and oranges, its feathers tipped with gold. Another, larger than a raven, was a deep, iridescent blue, its long, flowing tail feathers shimmering in the artificial sunlight. The vendor himself was adorned with several gold rings on his nimble fingers, his tunic embroidered with silver thread that caught the light with each movement. His stall, positioned strategically near a bustling intersection, was meticulously arranged, each trinket and feathered creature displayed to its best advantage.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” the vendor said, his voice smooth, his smile practiced. “From the Sunken Isles. Rare. Very rare. And expensive.”

Michael, ignoring the sales pitch, leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the cages. He needed information, but he couldn’t just blurt it out. Asking directly about Seraphene’s data center was out of the question; these people weren’t idiots, and such a query would raise immediate red flags.

Pink’s usual methods of information gathering, relying on powerful information crystals, had surprisingly fallen short when it came to pinpointing the location of Seraphene’s data center. These data centers were notoriously well-hidden, designed with layers of magical concealment and often integrated into existing structures in a way that made them virtually invisible to standard detection methods. It wasn’t simply a matter of accessing publicly available information; these locations were deliberately shrouded in secrecy.

A vendor of exotic birds, no matter how well-connected within the city’s social circles, was unlikely to possess such sensitive knowledge. Moreover, asking such a direct question would immediately raise suspicion, painting them as outsiders with specific, and potentially dangerous, intentions.

Therefore, Michael employed a more subtle approach. He needed to gauge the general security landscape of Luxor, identifying areas known for their high security and restricted access. The honeymoon cover story provided the perfect pretext for such inquiries. By feigning a desire for ultimate privacy and security, he could realistically ask about parts of the city or specific buildings where access was tightly controlled and public foot traffic was minimal. This allowed him to gather clues about potential locations for a hidden data center without directly revealing his true objective. He wasn’t looking for the data center specifically from the vendor, but rather for general leads about highly secure areas that might fit the profile of a concealed data storage facility.

“We’re looking for somewhere private,” Michael said, his voice low and casual. “Somewhere secure. You know, for a honeymoon. We just got married.” He placed his hand on Gaya’s back, a subtle gesture of affection.

“Somewhere with lots of security. Not many people around. My wife, she’s a bit shy.” He winked, hoping the act was convincing.

The vendor’s smile widened, understanding twinkling in his eyes. Being a native of Luxor, he knew the city’s layout and its security arrangements intimately, the way any long-time resident knows the rhythm of their home.

“Ah, a honeymoon,” he purred, his gaze shifting to Gaya, a hint of appraisal in his eyes. “Congratulations. I might know just the place. Very private. Very secure. But it’s not cheap.”

“Money is not an issue,” Michael said, waving his hand dismissively.

“But how can we be sure no one, you know, disturbs us? We want to be alone. Away from prying eyes. Are there places in the city known for their… discretion? Maybe somewhere with… enhanced security measures?”

The vendor chuckled, “Of course, of course. This is Luxor, after all. For ultimate privacy and security… well, you’d be looking at the more fortified districts. Fewer casual visitors, more… specialized clientele. Places where discretion is paramount.”

“Such as?” Michael pressed gently, maintaining his casual demeanor.

“Well,” the vendor began, tapping a thoughtful finger against his chin. “The banking district is heavily guarded, naturally. And then there’s the Silver Citadel, the most exclusive residential complex in the city. Impeccable security, they say. Hardly anyone gets in without an invitation.”

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