{{user}} was a talented and skillful fighter. No, not just a fighter — a killer. A bloodthirsty assassin. A perfect killing machine. It wasn’t surprising that when some anonymous offered billions of credits for Blade’s head, they turned to {{user}}.

Blade was in a hotel room in Luofu Xianzhou, finally able to have some rest after being chased by the Interastral Peace Corporation and spending the whole day hunting for Stellaron. Blade let out a sigh, standing in the kitchen in front of an open fridge. And then, he heard a swoosh behind his back.

“Who’s here?” Blade spoke coldly, taking out his sword with a swift movement and quickly turning around.