In the middle of a bustling city, stood a youth whose appearance is unusual for what it seems like hours.

He has unkempt black hair, wore a black t-shirt, black trousers, and a pair of glassess.

And that youth is me.

Now you all may think that there is nothing wrong with that, but when you look at the surrounding, then your opinion might have been different. There are all kind of people with knight-like armor, wizard-like robe, rogue-like cape, and most of them are bringing weapons. Yes, weapon, like sword, spear, staff, knife, and so on. I am pretty sure, however, that those equipments were not intended for cosplay purposes. And what the heck, was that a friggin flying island in the sky!?!

Actually, where the f*ck am I? I'm pretty sure, 1 minutes ago I was just playing a game in my own room. Oh I know, all of this is just a dream. I was just exhausted and fell asleep in the middle of playing. Yup, no other explanation. But then again, this is just too real, I could even feel the scorching heat of the sun, and my stomach is in pain 'cause of hunger.

Shit, I'm really hungry. What kind of dream is this?

Oh look, some spear wielding city guards approaches me.

Hmm? Their faces didn't look friendly at all. More like, why are they pointing their spears at me...?

"Excuse me, can I hel-"

"CAPTURE HIM!"

"""YES SIR!!!"""

"Wait, what are yo- BUGEH!?!"

Gah! One of the guards suddenly hit my face with his f*cking spear! (luckily, it's the blunt side... well, actually that's not lucky at all).

IT HURTS! THE PAIN!! WHY AM I FEELING PAIN IN A F*CKIN DREAM!?

My body staggered backwards, and immediately, 4 of the guards tried to pin me down. Their actions really pissed me off, but there is no way I am gonna let them do as they please! I charge my mana and blow them up to pieces.... as if, I'm not some super strong magician or anything like that, just an ordinary 17 year old guy. And as expected, i didn't even have enough strength to move after i got hit. So right now I'm just laying down there, on the ground. With bleeding face, and almost-broken jaw.

"*sob* wai ar yu doin dis, plis stop dis... *sob*"

I tried to ask and beg them to stop while crying. Don't call me pathetic, since I bet most of you had never been hit by a spear in the face. It hurts, seriously...

However, what I got as a response is a kick on my face. IN THE F*CKING SAME PLACE WHERE THE SPEAR HAD STRUCK ME!

"Who says you can talk, huh!?"

Nobody, but I just want to know, what's wrong with that!

As if he could read my mind, the guard captain starts explaining.

"7 days ago, we got a report that a spy from the Cream Empire has infiltrated Colatte, the capital of Choco Empire. The description of the spy matches perfectly with your appearance, all black from head to toe. This past week, we are having difficulty in searching for the goddamn spy, but then today, a report came saying that a suspicious guy with weird black clothes is lurking around in the middle of city. You see what I mean?"

The f*ck? Spy? Cream Empire? Choco Empire? Is this some kind of joke!?

"Bud *sob* ai am nod a spai... ai dun even now wer am ai!"

*PAH!* another kick landed on my face.

"Save your excuses, we are going to investigate you later. MEN, BRING HIM TO THE PRISON!"

"""YES SIR!"""

As the city guards drags my body around, I feel my consciousness is slipping out.

Ah, this is one heck of a dream... I really hope that I will wake up soon...

***

Inside of a certain house, hidden from plain sight, a man in his thirties, with black attires from his head to toe, is silently watching the commotion that is happening in the middle of the city.

'So, they mistook the poor guy as me? Nfufu, it really is amusing.'

This man, is the 'real spy' that has been on wanted list for this past week. Neither did they know, that this person is more than just a 'spy'.

'Did they really think that I would make a mistake, such as revealing myself in the broad daylight? Well, it's not like I can't kill them all, but that's not my style. That's too barbaric, geh. But then again, that bastard of an Emperor is really crossing the line right now. To think that he asked us to kill the crown prince of an enemy nation... Nfufu, I really looks forward for the ensuing chaos.'

While the man is imagining stuff in his head, a blood-red hexagram shows up on the floor behind him. The hexagram emits a blinding light for a moment, and when the light is going dim, stood a person in black robe in the previously empty corner of the room. It's hard to confirm the gender of this person, since basically all of the person's body figure is covered by the robe.

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"Master Sauce." said the person in the black robe to the 'real spy'.

"Martin, what did i told you? Don't call me Sauce damnit, it's Chaos!" rebuked Chaos. Or Sauce, whichever it is.

"But Sauce, that is the title for the strongest person in our organization! You should have accepted it with utmost pride! *pft*"

"For f*ck sake Martin, I don't care about that shitty tradition! And do not think that I didn't hear your snicker! And I dare you to call me that again, I will rip your balls and shove it up to your asshole!"

"Very well then, Master Sau- Chaos. Let us discuss our current mission."

When the word 'mission' came out from Martin's mouth, the atmosphere in the room seems to instantly drop.

"There is nothing to discuss Martin, it is just your everyday assassination mission."

"Yes, except the target is the prince of a superpower nation that control almost half of the continent. This is not the time to be acting all high and mighty, we must ensure that everyth-."

"Martin."

In that instant, everything inside the room froze up. Everything, except Chaos. Even Martin, who instantly uses his mana to cast multiple protection spells are still frozen solid. If he didn't use those spell, then he would just drop dead.

"I am pretty sure that I already said to those shitty elders in the HQ that I will deal with this matters alone." Swinging his right arm, Chaos dispelled his magic. And *poof~* everything goes back to normal, as if the previously freezing scenery was nothing but a dream. Except the fact that Martin is now kneeling and gasping for air.

"Yes.... *hah* you did, *hah* say that." answered Martin while circulating his mana to heal himself.

Smiling, Chaos then said, "Though I do admit that I hate the title, but I have the strongest title for a reason."

Fear. Dread. Terror.

Currently, those are the feelings that was clutching Martin's soul.

It may seems like Chaos is acting like an asshole, and he was doing that indeed. But he has the power to back his act. This is a world ruled by the strong, where the strong eat the weak, and the weak could do nothing but blame their own weakness.

By no means that Martin is a weak person, since he is actually a famous figure in the underworld, known as 'Martin the Torturer'. A sadistic bastard who takes pleasure in the pain of his opponent, specializing in killing in the most horrible way, that most of his opponent would either kill themselves or beg to be killed instead of getting captured by him. In the whole continent, there aren't many people that could beat him, or even stand toe to toe with him.

Unfortunately, the one in front of him, Chaos, is anything but normal. Forget the whole continent, Chaos is even reputed to be one of the strongest person in the whole world! Heck, if Chaos wish for it, he could piss and throw a dog poo in Martin's face, and Martin wouldn't even be able to do shit!

"....Yes, I am sorry for my rudeness. Then I will immediately goes back to the HQ and report your decision to the elders."

"Eh~? What's with your sudden change of attitude? Don't tell me, you're afraid? Nfufu, I was just kidding, you know, no need to be serious like that." Chaos said casually while sticking his tongue out.

Angry and ashamed with his own weakness, Martin could only silently accept this humiliation. After all, as much as he want to bitchslap Chaos, he still want to live.

Once again, a blood red hexagram lit up on the floor, and with a *poof~*, there is one less person in the room.

'It has been a long time since that guy came and talked to me. I thought he didn't remember me anymore, but seems like I'm wrong. If my guess is right —which I am sure it did— then he must be talking about that poor lass who just got dragged to the prison.'

After pondering for a long time, Chaos has made his decision.

'Well, I am sure that poor lass could endure some torture for 1 or 2 days. If he couldn't do that at least,  then my efforts is not worth it. Okay.... I'm gonna sleep first.'

Thus, the crown prince of Choco Empire could live to see another day... for a while.

***

*Somewhere, Someplace*

Dark...

It's all dark...

Please save me...

Someone... anyone...

I am afraid...

Please...

I...