Chapter 219 - Chapter 219: Chapter 208 Your Name (1/2)

Chapter 219: Chapter 208 Your Name

The old dog’s footsteps gradually slowed, he stopped running away and turned around to gaze behind him.

Deep within his heart, there was an inexplicable premonition that he was likely to die today.

Of course, the old dog’s original name wasn’t “Old Dog”, that was the name given to him by someone who had once taken him in; it’s just unfortunate that the ones who took him in were not good people, but a secret organization called “Obsidian Blade” that specialized in training Extraordinary assassins.

He had been trained to become a true assassin, killing many for the organization to earn money and eliminate adversaries—men, women, the elderly, and even children.

The old dog originally had a good memory, but now he could only vaguely recall those days, and easily forgot about them.

Perhaps it was a kind of self-protection mechanism from the brain, so that he wouldn’t remember those times too clearly.

In the end, he was captured by the machinations of the church. He didn’t die from it but was instead forced to join the Cyart Royal Army due to the outbreak of war and the Cyart King’s conscription, becoming a powerful Atoner.

Among all those who took different “The Oath” and became Extraordinary Exponents seeking atonement, the old dog with Middle Rank Transmutation stood as one of the strongest in the Royal Army.

He soon discovered that army life and his days in the secret organization “Obsidian Blade” were not very different.

All along, he had just been following orders, killing, following orders, killing.

There was no real life, no need to show emotions, not even a need to remember his true name.

Follow orders, kill, follow orders, kill…

After enduring torture in a prison following his capture by the Rhea People, the old dog felt no fear of death deep inside; he only felt a profound emptiness, and silently lost all motivation in his heart.

Until that day, when the man wearing the Iron Mask suddenly passed through the wall materializing before him.

“Prisoner, who are you?” the man wearing the Iron Mask asked.

“I’m Old Dog.”

Without hesitation, the old dog answered. He had always responded this way; everyone who gave him orders knew he was the Old Dog, adept at killing.

However, the Iron Mask Man shook his head.

“No, I want to know your real name. Hmm, if you haven’t thought of it yet, just come with me for now, and you can think about it slowly, until you fully understand it.”

Understand it…

Darren taught him a lesson, from now on, he would belong to himself completely. Whether he wanted to do something or needed to obtain something, he had to make his own choices.

“If you want to be a good person, go help those you meet, without asking for anything in return. If you want to be a bad person, then go burn, murder, and plunder, inflict pain. Or you can come with me and kill the Rhea People, after all, they almost killed you, didn’t they? You have the right to seek revenge, the right to hate.”

“Perhaps after enough experiences and making enough choices on your own, you will be able to understand, and then find your true name.”

In the dark cell, the old dog stared at the Iron Mask, unable to see the true face of the man behind the steel mask, and had no idea what kind of person he was.

But deep inside, a spark of vitality suddenly emerged.

He thought the man made a lot of sense.

“Alright, I will go with you.”

At this very moment in the jungle, the old dog’s face revealed a strange and bizarre smile, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

He suddenly clapped his hands and stopped running.

“Back then, I indeed made the right decision. Darren Fischer, thank you for not letting me rot and wait for death in that prison!”

The more the old dog dealt with Darren, the more he felt a peculiar Magic Power emanating from him, as if he could stir the deepest desires in people’s hearts.

In fact, thinking about it, he knew those desires had always been hidden deep in people’s hearts; it was just Darren Fischer who had lured them out.

And it was with such ability that Darren had gradually built his own team over a few years.

“HAHAHAHA! Bring it on!”

He too stopped in his tracks, deciding to confront the enemy and buy time for his comrades.

The old dog had lived for decades, always killing never saving even a single person, so he hoped to make a different choice.

A different choice on his own terms!

The next moment, his scarred body began to swell, the power nestled in his flesh was that of the high-level magic beast “Spinel Giant Wolf”, endowing him with a powerful and indestructible werewolf body!