From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 195 The Stupid Killer

The young assassin's name was Gabriel Martin.

Three days ago, he passed the test of the Sicilian Mafia and successfully joined the family, becoming a proud "family partner".

Because he is French, and according to the rules of the Mafia, a Frenchman can never become a true "family member," so he can only become a partner.

Of course, if something happens, they are the scapegoats pushed out to take the fall; calling them temporary workers wouldn't be an exaggeration.

But none of this was on Gabriel's mind. He hadn't thought about such questions; he was simply happy to have joined the "family," to have protection, and therefore, to have a chance to survive.

After all, it was incredibly difficult for a Frenchman to survive in Sicily, a country rife with gangsters, without any relatives or friends.

Harboring certain special expectations, he successfully won the favor of a formal member by using the "hidden blade" killing technique he had honed since childhood, thus securing a spot as a partner.

"Hoo!" Gabriel took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and then slowly exhaled. "Anyway, I can be a decent assassin now, can't I?"

He didn't know why he was so determined to become an assassin, and why, in this era of emerging firearms, poisons, and high technology, he still used longswords, short knives, hidden blades, and throwing knives.

It could be because of his grandfather's last wish, or because of his father's death, or more likely because of that bizarre "dream"?
In his dream, he was an "assassin," traversing what appeared to be a medieval castle, wandering through a world of swirling yellow sand, and precisely killing each target he needed to kill.

But in his dreams, he wasn't just an assassin; he was an assassin with extraordinary powers, able to pray to special beings to gain power.

Those powers, shrouded in shadow, allowed him to hide in the darkness, but also granted him immense strength, enabling him to kill all the knights in armor, the lords hiding in the castle, and the enemies concealed among the crowds!
After killing, he would leave quietly, without alerting anyone, lurking in the shadows like a true assassin.

"We toil in the darkness, yet serve the light..." he muttered, finding it all very ironic.

“What a pity, serving the ideals of the light, yet having to do the dirty work for the mafia for the sake of reality!” Gabriel said softly.

He was a man who had succumbed to reality. Apart from his ideal of being a special "killer" or "assassin" in his heart, he saw everything in this world very clearly.

The Mafia is not like those so-called novels portray it, with things like "loyalty, a sense of justice, and a family atmosphere," as if they are the good guys and the police are the bad guys.

Even the most corrupt police officers are still white, because they maintain order; even the most white mafia members are still black, because they are the destroyers of order!
"I am no longer the naive boy I once was. Because of my naivety, I lost my family, my relatives, and everything. Because of my self-righteous kindness, I am left with only myself and this knife!"

Gabriel touched the hidden blade that emerged from his sleeve, his expression gradually hardening. "If I cannot serve the light, I can only toil in the darkness... Killing a priest from America? That fits my perfect vision of corruption!"

He continued walking, just like an ordinary person, completely inconspicuous on the streets of Sicily.

This is also one of his special abilities; after learning the "assassination" techniques, he can quickly hide in his surroundings and not be discovered by anyone.

In the words of his deceased father, this was the "innate talent" of an assassin.

Unfortunately, this talent did not bring him success, but only the decline of his family and his own downfall.

Gabriel shook his head desperately, trying to banish these thoughts from his mind. After all, those memories were just too painful, and he didn't want to think about them anymore, not even a little bit!

Moreover, he has already reached his goal.

At that moment, Gabriel was standing at the entrance of the church, watching his target, dressed in a priest's black robe, speaking gently to a little girl.

At this moment, Lyon was actually a little embarrassed, because he had never been a priest, and all his actions relied on Angus's previous teachings.

He treated everyone who came to worship with gentleness and tried his best to appear kind and approachable.

But this amiability didn't resonate much; instead, it seemed somewhat stiff, making many people look at him strangely.

However, he didn't dislike this kind of thing; on the contrary, he tried his best to get closer to the other person to appear more authentic. Angus told him that this was part of getting closer to believers and also part of getting closer to the Lord. Lyon had never done anything like this before, but his devout faith made him try very hard to adapt.

This adaptation made him seem somewhat out of place compared to the clergy around him.

In Gabriel's eyes, this behavior was just another "hypocrite" putting on a show.

This made him feel much better. There are basically no good priests in the city. Deceiving believers and extorting donations are the least of their problems. More serious ones might talk about life with some children or have intimate conversations with some female believers in the shrine of atonement.

This kind of thing is no secret around the world. The Catholic Church's scandal has fermented into a meme that is universally recognized, similar to the jokes about criticizing the Catholic Church.

So Gabriel's plan was quite good. He would walk past the priest, make a small cut in the priest's throat with a knife, and the priest would collapse ten seconds after he left due to the damaged artery.

That scumbag priest will die soon!

This was a flawless plan, because he was confident that his actions were so swift that it was impossible for anyone to detect them.

If he hadn't been soft-hearted, the events of the past wouldn't have been discovered, and his family wouldn't have become victims of his soft-heartedness...

As Gabriel thought this, he slowly walked to Lyon's side, preparing to draw his knife, when he saw a little girl walk up to her target and start chatting happily with him.

It was clear that the little girl was very happy, and the priest was also very happy. They chatted for a few minutes, and the priest even took out a small crucifix from his pocket and gave it to her.

Gabriel had no choice but to walk over and then walk back.

"This girl got splattered with blood, no good, let's wait a bit longer..." he muttered, circling back to continue looking for an opportunity to make his move.

After a while, the little girl skipped away with the cross in her hand, prompting him to raise his hand once again, wanting to end the game.

This time, however, the priest stopped in front of an old man, helped him stand up from his wheelchair, had a brief conversation with him, and then gave him a short blessing.

This heartwarming scene brought a smile to Gabriel's face, but then he suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, he's here to kill someone!"
But this priest seemed to be a good person... He seemed a little hesitant, but in the end he pinched his thigh and hardened his heart!

"Gabriel, what are you doing! You're being pointlessly kind again!" The pain made his eyes harden.

This time, he was determined to act quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, without hesitation, and take direct action!

So he ignored his surroundings and strode quickly to the "priest's" side, his hand seemingly waving casually across the man's neck, looking like he was about to succeed...

Then—an arm as strong as steel grabbed him tightly, and also locked the hidden blade he was trying to flick out!
At the same time, his body suddenly stiffened, and he was forcibly controlled by the other party, who turned around and stuffed him into the small door of the church behind him.

All of this happened so fast that it didn't even attract the attention of anyone in the area, except for Gabriel's utterly astonished expression.

A minute later, the door opened again, and the priest appeared before him, looking at him with curiosity. "This is the first time I've seen a killer do things this way, rookie!"

Upon hearing this, Gabriel struggled to say, "I'm not a rookie, I'm an assassin, an assassin! You know what I mean by 'killer'?"

"Alright, assassin!" The commotion outside the church was in his ears, but in front of him was a "dumb assassin," which piqued Leon's interest. "So, Mr. Assassin, can you tell me why you walked past me two or three times without making a move? Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Gabriel blushed slightly. Of course, he couldn't say that he was reluctant or that he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could only say, with a fierce but weak voice, "I... I'm just not ready yet!"

"Then you might never be ready for this lifetime!" Leon chuckled. This bumbling assassin had provided him with far too much amusement!
PS: Thank you to the Serpent of the End for the 5000 Qidian Coins reward! You've even taken the top spot on my fan ranking! Awesome!

(End of this chapter)