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Chapter 90 Visiting the Orphanage: Getting Assassinated

Down the street, a red taxi drove, stopping at a slum area. A silver-haired young man alighted from the taxi. "Thanks for the ride," he said as he paid the driver.

This was Draco, and he had something important to do. He wanted to visit his orphanage, as most of his memories were tied to it.

Thankfully, Rose knew its location, and the girls allowed him to go. Yesterday's events had changed him, igniting a fire within. He now felt like a full-fledged man who had glimpsed part of the heavenly world.

As Draco walked through the slum, he felt saddened by the sights around him. Malnourished children were everywhere, making him wonder if the government had noticed or simply ignored this suffering.

He checked his phone. A red point and a blue point were vividly displayed on the map. He was the blue point, and his destination, the orphanage, was the red point.

Navigating through a few corners, he arrived at his destination. His heart grew heavy as memories of the orphanage massacre resurfaced. He hadn't forgotten.

Looking at the orphanage now, it was far worse than he remembered. It had once stood apart from the slum but was now very much a part of it.

As Draco walked into the orphanage, shadows of his memories began to form, and fragments of his childhood returned.

"Draco, stop that! I'll report you to Big Brother!"

...

"Draco, come and play with me!"

Draco didn't know when tears began falling. He reached out to touch the images, but they vanished.

He continued walking and stumbled upon another scene:

"Big Brother Azria, how does the outside world feel?"

The familiar figure brought more tears to his eyes. He was human, not a machine, and these memories were all he had after losing so much of himself.

He reached out to touch the image of Big Brother Azria, but it too disappeared. Draco kept walking until he arrived at a familiar office.

"Draco, I heard you took Sam's toy without his permission."

An image of a familiar figure sat in the chair.

To his side, the three-year-old version of himself pouted.

"Big Sis Bell, I just borrowed it. Why did Sam tell you? He's stingy," the young Draco said angrily.

Seeing his expression, Big Sister Bell giggled. "Don't you know it's wrong to take someone's things without permission?"

"Go and return his toy and tell him you're sorry," Sister Bell said as she dragged his ear.

"Okay, I've heard you, Big Sis Bell!" the young Draco cried out in pain.

This scene made the older Draco chuckle. The image faded, leaving only an empty chair and table behind.

He left the office, heading toward the place where the incident took place.

"Run!"

The image of Big Brother Azria fighting valiantly appeared, using all his strength and willpower to delay two black-clothed men so Draco could escape.

The younger Draco turned back. "Big Brother Azria!" he yelled, seeing Azria's heart pierced by a blade.

"Run!" Azria mouthed, even as he slipped closer to death.

The young Draco couldn't handle the scene and instinctively tried to run back to Azria, but his legs froze in place.

"AHHHH!!!" Draco screamed as the image disappeared. Tears poured from his eyes.

Minutes later, after crying his heart out, Draco felt a strange clarity. His connection with and sensitivity to Originat increased.

"I never thought you'd solve one of your heart demons," Xylara chuckled.

"What do you mean by heart demon?" Draco asked, confused.

"It's a part of you, formed from your trauma, obsession, and weaknesses," Xylara explained. "When you cross a certain realm, they will appear, and it's up to you to defeat them or be defeated by them."

Draco understood the general idea. "Can't someone be free of heart demons?"

"It's rare," Xylara replied. "I'd say only a newborn is free of them. To see a grown person without one means they've never experienced the outside world, because the world itself is a demon."

Xylara's words opened Draco's mind to certain truths.

"Wait. What do you mean by 'one'? Are there others?" Draco asked, a trace of fear in his expression. He had read about heart demons devastating countless cultivators.

"That I can't say. Either you'll discover them yourself, or they'll appear when the time is right, and you'll have to overcome them," Xylara said, retreating.

Draco pondered her words before brushing them off and turning his attention back to the orphanage. Something strange caught his eye.

He used his finger to clean the floor but found no dirt. He went back to Sister Bell's office and noticed the chair and table were spotless.

He checked the surroundings of the orphanage and saw that everything was clean.

"Could it be that someone survived apart from me?" Draco thought, his heart filling with anticipation.

If someone survived, that would be good. He resolved to take care of that person.

Lost in thought, he unknowingly walked to a familiar place but was shocked by what he saw there.

It was their little backyard—not too big, yet not too small. He was stunned to see a large graveyard there. This also confirmed his suspicion that someone from the orphanage had survived.

"I can feel the aura of the undead," Xylara said as she appeared. "Be careful."

SWOOSH!

The sound of something flying through the air startled Draco. Acting on instinct, he moved quickly, avoiding the incoming object.

When he looked closer, he saw it was a small knife, a weapon of an assassin.

"I can also sense the aura of life here," Xylara added.

Draco moved toward the direction the knife was thrown from, striking with a punch.

To his shock, he hit something, though nothing was visible. Drops of blood suddenly appeared, confirming that someone was indeed there.

He proceeded carefully, ready to tackle any incoming attack. Meanwhile, he tried to buy a tracker from the system shop.

SWOOSH!

As expected, the assassin couldn't wait any longer and struck again. Draco punched toward the attacker, only to realize it was a feint.

From behind him, a black-clothed man emerged from the shadows with a short knife aimed at Draco's neck.

The assassin thought he had succeeded when Draco showed no response. But suddenly, Draco's body lit up with flames, shocking the assassin.

Taking advantage of the assassin's surprise, Draco punched him. Although the assassin tried to dodge, Draco's attack landed partially, forcing him to retreat into the shadows.

This didn't anger Draco; instead, he smiled. His plan had worked. He could feel the mark left on the assassin.

With a wave of his hand, his Weapon of Plunder appeared in sword form. Draco slashed toward the assassin's direction.

The assassin only saw a flash of light before everything turned dark. He wondered what had happened. Read exclusive adventures at empire

Draco approached the assassin's body, inspecting his clothes. He stayed on guard, suspecting more attackers might be present.

SWOOSH!

Four short knives flew toward Draco.

"I was expecting you," Draco chuckled.

Pretending to lower his guard had been a ruse to lure out the other assassins.

After taking care of the two remaining assassins and confirming there were no more threats, he turned his attention back to the first assassin.

RING!!!

His phone rang, surprising him. He glanced at the caller ID, wondering why the person was calling.

"Hello?" Draco answered.

"What did you just say?"

Draco's expression darkened, turning malevolent and demonic. Black-red qi burst from his body as anger surged within him.