With a mad look, she pulled the flying dagger out of her face and looked at him with vengeance in her eyes as he gnashed her teeth in hatred.

Observing the approach of the three, all of whom wanted to shred him to pieces, Melvin for the very first time wasn't completely afraid.

In the previous altercations, he had gained a tremendous amount of confidence in his ability as well. Most importantly, he channeled all of the previous fears and the pain he was feeling into an uncontrollable fury directed at the three.

With a cold look, on his face, he gripped both daggers tightly and awaited their approach. It was the second time now that Melvin was feeling this intense urge to rip someone apart with his bare hands, just like what happened with the old man. If he were to catch one of these three, he would ravage them, and that intensity was what made his heartbeat slow down, and gaze focused.

With a long exhale, the man threw himself at him, whereas the two continued their encirclement. Melvin dodged to the left, and with his right hand, he stabbed his dagger into the man's biceps and pulled it down.

"AHH," the man groaned in pain, but before even that scream echoed, Melvin tilted his body to the side, raised his right leg, and punched the ponytailed woman in the stomach sending her flying backward.

The moment his leg made contact with the ground, he bent down his legs and jumped with astonishing speed at the blonde woman, a savage and vicious gleam flashing through his eyes.

She brandished her two daggers in front of her, attempting to block. A clinging sound rang out as the four daggers made contact, followed by a groan of pain after Melvin kicked her in the crotch with a strong kick.

When her arms were reflexively headed to soothe that direction, he skillfully turned his hands, stabbed the two daggers in both sides of her neck, and pulled in his direction, completely wrecking her throat.

A fountain of blood gushed out, as the woman widened her eyes in sheer terror and pain, and before her knees could even reach the ground, another front kick connected with the side of her head sending her flying to the side.

[You have killed a Human Thief(Novice: Rank 1). You have received 5000 XP]

"Hahahah" Melvin laughed at the sight, feeling exhilarated. Not because of the kill, but because of the success of his attack, this could be said the very first time he counterattacked in such a vicious and decisive way.

'39.6 Agility, you motherfuckers.' He thought with glee, realizing that he really had what it takes to deal with the three of them.

Turning around, he was greeted by the remaining duo's apprehensive expressions as they looked at their fallen comrade.

Taking advantage of his overwhelming momentum, he smiled and taunted the two as he advanced forward step by step, "1000 Gold coins bounty? I wonder if I can give myself in."

The two unconsciously retreated, and suddenly the woman gritted her teeth and ran toward the direction they first came in. Startled by the change, the man also briefly glanced at the fallen woman and followed behind her.

Witnessing this, Melvin clicked his tongue in annoyance and followed after them. With hurried steps, he jumped toward the next roof and continued the chase.

His almost 40 Agility wasn't just for show, and in under half a minute he silently caught up to the man. This was the same person who stabbed him in the back, and Melvin unwilling to be an ungrateful person, repaid the favor, with an extra swirl.

The man groaned in pain once again, and this made Melvin feel even more angry for some reason. Feeling unsatisfied with the damage thus far, he stabbed the dagger in his left hand into the man's neck.

As life was drained of his body, and the force Melvin was carrying through the daggers increased, he gently pulled them both simultaneously.

[You have killed a Human Thief(Novice: Rank 1). You have received 5000 XP]

[Congratulations! You have reached Rank 4]

[Legendary Class(Rune Mythomancer) Stats Assigned: + 3 Wisdom, + 2 Vitality, + 2 Strength, + 2 Agility, + 1 Intelligence, + 1 Charm]

With a wide smile, as he enjoyed the new strength coursing through his body, he followed after the remaining woman. However, after he jumped into the next roof, he was unable to find her. She just seemed to disappear into thin air.

After looking in that area for a minute or so and not finding anything, he gritted his teeth and retreated back.

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When he reached the corpse of the man, he rummaged through his body, but couldn't find anything other than a single dagger.

"Poor fucking bum." He commented before he got back to the original rooftop, where the woman's corpse was. And after repeating the same thing, he only found five gold coins and two daggers.

How two Novice Assassins, or whatever they were, only had five gold coins was a mystery to him.

Firrol climbed down from a high wall, and explained, "I hope you don't hold it against me, but they were too strong for me."

"It's fine," Melvin said, "I know that."

And that was the truth, if Firrol was unnecessarily involved, it would have made things a bit complicated for him, and the way things went was better.

"But," Firrol said, his voice uncertain as he looked at the woman's obliterated throat, "How did you do that?"

With a chuckle, Melvin mysteriously replied, "It may or may not have something to do with runes." Remembering their deal, he continued, "Once this is over, I'll create a good one for you, don't worry."

In fact, he was even contemplating creating an extra body rune for Firrol as well, and he could act bewildered when asked where that strength came from.

He knew that only he was capable of sensing his runes and manipulating them because they were created using the very essence of something very elusive, and he doubted that anyone could sense their existence.

Thus, it was possible for him to just infuse a rune into someone, and when asked about its origin he would just say that he had no idea or invent some lie.

Hearing that, Firrol's eyebrows lifted in delight, and he said, "Ok, then. I'll be looking forward to it." But as he studied the bloody roof, he questioned, "Should we stay here?"

Melvin's eyes too looked around the roof, and he sighed saying, "Let's not..." He was also worried about the noise they had made thus far. It was the dead of the night, so the city was deathly quiet, and chances were someone might have heard the horrific noises and reported it to the guards.

'But where should we go?' Melvin thought. The house they were in right now was the last one in that row, and there was practically no other connected house that they hadn't stepped foot in.

"Let's go back to that roof's door I broke before," Melvin said, feeling that enough time had passed and the guards should have left.

At the same time, he was hoping they might encounter someone malicious. He was but a single rank away from reaching the next Rank and getting his second skill. To say he was dying to see what kind of skill his legendary class would offer him would be putting it mildly.

He also noticed how he was ranking up a bit too fast, and it was something that was against his expectations. But he had learned of two facts that made that whole affair make sense.

The higher the class's grade, the better XP that they get. And killing adversaries of higher ranks grants even more XP. The combination of these two things could be said to be the secret behind Melvin's meteoric rise through the ranks.

When the two of them reached their destination, Firrol sensed around as he had more acute senses before he said, "There is no one here."

"Great," Melvin smiled and continued, "Now you go down."

"What do you mean I go down?" Firrol asked furrowing his brows.

"Common, just go. You're a cat, what can they do to you? Just see whether they're sleeping." Melvin said, nudging the cat with his legs.

Firrol hissed and clawed at his leg, "You..." He retorted angrily, but after remembering Melvin's previous savage fight he just gulped, and said, "Alright, I will go." But as he continued heading down the stairs, his voice trailed off, and if Melvin wasn't paying great attention he wouldn't have even heard it, "Don't let the previous fight get into your head... I can still beat you up if I want. Remember how scared of me you were just yesterday." When he said this, he seemed aggravated and gnashed his teeth in anger.

Witnessing all of this, Melvin smiled, and he wasn't just randomly bullying the cat. He wanted to inspire a sense of urgency within him, he knew that Firrol had tremendous potential, but was just too shackled by the past and he never gave himself a chance. Now, that his strength increased, he knew that Firrol wouldn't like to be left behind.

Back leaning against the side of the doorway, Melvin gazed at the sky, awaiting the feline's return. Soon, he returned and brought with him great news. "The house is empty," he said.

"What do you mean empty?" Melvin asked, confused. Not because he couldn't understand what empty meant, but by the state of the roof, he knew that people lived there. There were even some vases to the side with rich green plants in them, and they wouldn't survive without someone continuously watering them.

Understanding his confusion, Firrol clarified, "There is just no one here for some reason. The house has furniture and everything, but no one is inside." After thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe they visited some of their relatives outside the city for the festival."

Slowly nodding, Melvin like it was a plausible reason. He then gestured for the cat to lead the way. The duo gently descended the flight of stairs in the darkness, and he could only feel his way down with his hands, afraid he might trip and fall.

When Firro reached the door leading outside, he paused awaiting the blind man's approach. But, when Melvin got there, he had other ideas. "Let's..." he said, a bit uncertain, "See what this house looks like."

Hearing that, Firrol smiled, understanding what was in his mind. With that, the two continued to the dark hallway to their left until they emerged into a wide spacious house. A living room, sofas, kitchens, small children's toys thrown around, and rooms filled the place.

"What's their light situation?" Melvin asked, his gaze trailing over the house. Not receiving an answer, he glanced and noticed the cat's confusion. "How to turn on the light?" He said.

However, the only response he got was, "I am a cat."

Chuckling, Melvin said, "Fair enough."

He then began looking for light switches, but there was nothing of the sort, 'No electricity?' He commented.

"It doesn't matter." He mumbled under his breath. He brought out a candle from his bag and after he ignited its wix, he put it on top of a wooden counter at the edge of the living room close to some wooden statues.

The sight of fire, made him reach out for his pocket, where he grabbed another cigarette. 'Maybe I should pace myself...' He thought somewhat worriedly, but then his hand reflexively touched the side of his stomach that was previously stabbed, and he smiled wildly. 'Ah, what the hell, vitality will take care of it.' And he lit up and began smoking once again.