The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1183

Robin moved toward Doran with slow deliberate steps. His eyes burning with intense hatred.

This man had played a role in the massacre at Dragon Manor.

In Robin's mind, Doran was already a dead man.

What puzzled Robin, however, was how the Dark Syndicate, the Dark Night Alliance, the super martial art masters from the World of Darkness, the international Thalrex Order, and countless other secret sects seemed to be united by some unseen force.

His instincts told him that the so-called ancient relic was merely a small piece of a much larger puzzle.

What is their true objective? How powerful is this relic, really?

Could possessing it truly allow someone to rule the world?

From the way they spoke, it seemed as though the holder of the relic could instantly reshape the entire world.

Robin knew that while immense power could elevate someone to the top, it could never dominate the lives of every individual.

This vast and beautiful planet was far too complex for any single force to control entirely.

All people were born equal.

Every person's thoughts and beliefs were their own.

The idea that everyone could bow to a single power was nothing more than a fantasy; a dream impossible to achieve.

Even the most brutal forms of oppression could only maintain control for a limited time.

Those who believed they could use force or superstition to enslave the minds of the masses would eventually be crushed by the very people they sought to dominate.

"Oh?" Robin let out a dark chuckle. "I'll be able to find the light of this world if I follow your so-called Dark Lord?

"Then tell me, what exactly is this world's light?"

Doran sighed deeply, his eyes shining with a strange admiration.

"The Dark Lord has taught us that there will always be a divide in status, a separation between the noble and the lowborn.

"The world's order was once stable, until the corrupting forces of money and greed poisoned the hearts of the people.

"Money stirred the lowborn, filling them with desires for comfort and pleasure, even deluding them into thinking they could find happiness.

"When the lowborn began to think for themselves, they shattered the world's original structure.

"Society became unstable, and the demons among the lowborn rose to power!

"If this continues, what will become of our planet?

"The Dark Lord believes that only by restoring the world to its original form can we maintain order and stability.

"The lowborn are destined to suffer in this world.

"How could they possibly enjoy life? How could they ever sit at the table of the nobles?

"That's why only by following the Dark Lord, by unifying the minds of the people, can the world return to peace and order!"

Robin's eyes widened as the truth dawned on him. "So all your talk about the Dark Syndicate's killings and propaganda is just an attempt to enslave everyone, so that your so-called Dark Lord can remain on his throne of power, ruling over all!

"Who decided that some people are born noble and others are born lowly? Who declared that this world must always have fixed social classes?

"The world is vast, and all beings are born equal!

"The Dark Syndicate is nothing but trash! What gives them the right to decide who is poor and who is noble?!

"That's ancient thinking! We're living in an era of awakening, where the people of the world are rising up. Those outdated, oppressive ideologies are nothing but relics of the past.

"You think a so-called ancient relic can turn back time? Stop dreaming!

"Even if you do possess that relic, you won't change the course of history. The age of the people's awakening is already here, and it will only grow stronger with time.

"You're nothing but trash, willing to kill the innocent for your own gain!

After the massacre at Dragon Manor, he had vanished from the world, only to reappear now two decades later in search of the ancient relic in Snow Valley.

Beside him stood Mick Kingsley, a warrior from the Snow Mountain Tribe.

Robin glanced at the two men, his voice icy. "Move aside."

Errol pointed at Robin. "You're from Draconia, aren't you? Hand over the snowmobile. I'll pay you double its price.

"Otherwise, I'll throw you off!"

A few warriors who had just exited Snowy Inn recognized Errol and Mick. They quickly warned, "Mick, just let him pass—"

Before they could finish, Errol suddenly shouted, "Are you going to let me through or not? If not, I'll kill you! I'm in a hurry."

The warriors from Snowy Inn wanted to warn Errol that this Eastern man was not to be trifled with.

But after 20 years in seclusion, Errol had underestimated Robin entirely.

"You're in a hurry to die, huh? Let me help you with that!"

Robin's words had barely left his mouth when a flash of cold light streaked across Errol's throat.

In an instant, Robin had killed the once-feared super martial art master, a participant in the Dragon Manor massacre.

Mick, seeing Errol—ranked 38th on the Dark List, a super martial art master—fall so easily before Robin, finally realized the man before him was not someone to challenge.

Quickly, Mick stepped aside, bowing low. "I'm sorry ... "

Robin snorted coldly. "Too late. Kill him."

The blue-clad guard struck with a swift and deadly blow.

Before Mick could even plead for his life, it was already over.

The warriors who had been watching from a distance from inside the inn, stared at Robin's retreating figure. One of them suddenly screamed in slow realization, "H-he's Divine Drakebane!"