When he was twelve, he ran away from the orphanage, where he was beaten since he was very young, to live on the streets.
He also stopped going to school so they couldn't find him anymore, and from here a new life was waiting for him.
He was agile and fast and he quickly made a name for himself in the streets, he could steal anything from anybody and he never got caught.
He learned at a young age that there were two very different worlds, the world where normal people lived and where those with money and power were ruling, and the shadow world.
The shadow world was his world, where those who had talents and those who were willing to do anything for money could become more powerful than those who were ruling the world.
By eighteen, he had become one of the five best assassins in the shadow world, and he had become richer than he could ever have imagined it.
By twenty-five he had become the best assassin and created a small empire for himself.
By twenty-eight he had grown too powerful and he was therefore a threat to those who were ruling the world, he had become the man to kill.
Whether it was politicians, military, even those in the shadow world, they all wanted his head.
Thanks to his network he managed to escape them for five long years, but every time he thought he was safe, they were always finding him.
And one day, what had to happen when everyone was in league against you, finally happened. He was assassinated, him, the best assassin of all time.
As life was slipping out of him, he vowed that if he could have another chance he would become even more powerful.
He would become so powerful that no one could ever reach him again, and that he would never live the life of a fugitive again.
He had changed his identity so much over the past twenty years that he couldn't even remember his real name.
If another chance was given to him, he would cherish this new identity and not change it no matter what, but that was just a wishful thinking for a person who would soon be dead.
As his last fight was over and he had just killed some fifty elite soldiers, his body was riddled with bullets and his vision gradually darkened.
The man who was responsible to hunting him down then approached him and crushed his chest with his foot, this sudden pain have given him back a rush of adrenaline.
This man had a satisfied smile on his face and he saw him move his lips. He couldn't hear anything though, there was only hissing in his ears and despite being taught very young to read lips, he didn't understand this language.
He smirked as well, that searing pain in his chest had given him back enough energy to kill this asshole before he died.
He said to him : "Do you know why I was the best assassin ? Because I was able to kill anyone with only one hit."
That man was probably curious and wanted to mock him because he then leaned forward. He had to think that with so many bullets in his body he was now harmless, this was his last mistake.
He grabbed one of his wrists and pulled that man towards him with all his might, with his other hand he then used his blade which he had always tied in the crook of his wrist, and he thrust the blade into the man chin.
The blade was long enough to cause instant death, 'game over mother fucker ', that was actually his last thought just before he died too.
......….
When he woke up, excruciating pain was tearing his head apart. One, the man who this body belong to had just died from that blow to his head, and two he was now absorbing all the memories of that person, and it hurt like hell.
His name was Kevin, and like him this young man was an orphan. He had just been kicked out of the orphanage as he had just turned eighteen and was heading to the main square to try to get recruited by the Sun Sect.
But on the way, he had bumped into someone in a moment of inattention, that man was a big bully who saw that he was alone and seemed weak despite his tall size, so that man had taken the opportunity to lead him into an alley and brutalize him to strip him of all his meager possessions.
So there he was, Kevin's skull had just hit one of the walls in that alley and his attacker was complaining about his loot.
Well, it was time for him to take matters into his own hands, he got up and wiped the dust off his clothes, he checked his wound on his head, and it seemed that the bleeding was over.
He said to his attacker : "Give me back my magic bag and give me yours, if you kindly obey I will maybe spare your life … maybe though, I don't promise you anything, I had a rough day and I'm really not in a good mood right now."
His attacker wondered where the crybaby who was in front of him a few seconds ago had gone but he didn't think too much about it.
He took him by the collar of his shirt and said full of anger : "Who do you think you are, you filthy brat ? I will make you pay for your insolence."
Kevin smirked and said : "Good luck then !"
He immediately gave him exactly two blows. With his right hand he hit him in the throat preventing him from breathing and screaming, and with his other hand he hit him close to the heart which caused cardiac arrest and his almost instant death.
Kevin was a little upset to find himself in such a weak body, he was going to have to work on it, there was no way he was going to be at the mercy of anyone.
Luckily for him that body was tall and slender, all he needed to do was to have a better nutrition and a hard training.
He retrieved his magic bag and took his attacker's, he also searched on his corpse and took the jewelry he was wearing and that he could resell to make some money.
According to Kevin's memory, the magic bags were really very useful, it was like a room where you could store your belongings and that you could always carry with you, really too cool.
He quickly looked at what was in his attacker's magic bag and found there, 150 gold coins, a sword and two daggers, a change of clothes and some food.
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He moved everything into his own magic bag, because the one he had with him was much bigger than the one of this guy, it was like he had room of 100 square meters to store his belongings.
He had received this magic bag from the headmaster of the orphanage and it contained only some clothes, 20 gold coins to apply for recruiting for the Sun Sect, and a book with a pentagram on it that he had received two days ago for his birthday.
The headmaster of the orphanage had told him that his parents had made him promise to give him this book when he would reach eighteen and that he would then have to try to be recruited by a sect.
He also had told him that his parents seemed concerned for his safety and that was why he ended up in this orphanage, those 20 gold coins was also part of what his parents had left for him.
From Kevin's memory he could see that he was in a completely different world that the one he used to live in.
Here there were no guns or any advanced technology he was used to, everything was replaced by magic.
This world was ruled by three different races, humans, shapeshifters, those who were capable of assuming the appearance of animals, and their sworn enemies were demons.
The humans and shapeshifters could become mages or fighters and the shapeshifters were slightly stronger than humans, but there were still humans who were very talented and could surpass the shapeshifters.
The demons were the strongest race but they were fewer because of their low reproduction rate, so the humans and shapeshifters could still repress them, at least that was all what he could find out from Kevin's memory.
Well, now he had to choose his next step into this new world and quickly, he could not stay longer in this alley and take the risk of being discovered with a corpse at his feet.
Entering into this sect indeed looked like his best option at the moment, Kevin's knowledge of this world was too limited and by the time he grew strong enough to be able to protect himself on his own, the sect seemed to be the perfect place to train and to be safe at the same time.
Even though he didn't like depending on others, he was going to have to make an exception because this world was far too different from his, and until he understood how it worked, he would stay safe in this sect.
Once his decision was taken, and before leaving this alley, Kevin changed his clothes that were dirty by the blood he had just lost and put on clothes that could go everywhere to be able to disappear more easily in the crowd.
He also chose a sweater with a hood that went down in front of his eyes and thus hid half of his face.
After that, Kevin came out into the main street and after mixing into the crowd like the shadow he used to be, he walked towards the main square.
Recruitment for the Sun Sect had drawn a lot of people. Kevin after giving it some serious thought, had decided to queue for the Mages recruitment.
He could have queued to become a fighter but it would have been a waste of time for him.
His combat skills probably exceeded those of their instructors, he might as well train on his own.
On the other hand, becoming a mage would undoubtedly be an added value for him. Moreover, there was this book that 'his parents' had left him and which seemed to be linked to magic.
Kevin had already tried to open it but he had failed miserably, the reason why he failed was because this book seemed to be sealed.
He would have to take a look at it later, no lock had ever stood up to him, and he was eager to discover the contents of this book.
Listening to the conversations around him he understood that he had to pass a test to enter this sect, not everyone was admitted, and not everyone could become a mage.
According to Kevin's memory, a mage had to possess a soul force and at least an affinity with one of the five elements, which were, wind, water, earth, fire, lightning.
He didn't know if he met these prerequisites, but at worst he would enter as a fighter, whether or not he was a mage wouldn't change his plans at all.
When his turn finally came, the young man in front of him asked him exactly the same questions as the others : "Your name, your age and is anyone in your family already a mage ?"
He replied politely : "My name is Kevin, I am eighteen years old, and I am an orphan so I have no idea if there is a mage in my family."
The young man looked at him and said apologetically : "I'm sorry, I have to ask these questions, it's part of the recruiting protocol."
Kevin again replied politely : "There is no problem, and sorry that I couldn't answer your last question."
The young man shook his head and smiled at him, handing him his registration form : "No, no, I'm the one who is sorry, you just have to go over there and find a free tent to take your test … Good luck Kevin."
Kevin smiled at him and nodded before heading to the spot he had pointed out to him.
One of the tents had just opened and the young man who had come out of it did not seem to have passed the test given his crestfallen face.
Kevin waited a bit in front of the tent veil, wondering if he should just walk in or wait for someone to invite him inside.
Luckily he didn't have to wait long as a deep, masculine voice invited him in.
He walked in and he saw an unmistakably handsome man who looked really bored. From this man exuded an aura of power that had to intimidate many people.
Kevin looked at him straight in the eye and walked over to the table that was in front of this man, then he handed him his registration form and waited quietly.
This man had remained impassive but Kevin was used to this kind of person and he saw a glimmer of curiosity in his magnificent gray eyes.
The man motioned for him to sit down and looked at his registration form, he said : "Kevin, do you know the two instruments in front of you ?"
He looked at the two instruments in front of him and unfortunately Kevin didn't know any of them. There was one that looked like a gauge and the other looked like a crystal ball.
He honestly said : "No, but I can guess what they are for."