Assassin's Journey

Chapter 1 Returning as a Teenager
May you leave half your life and return as a teenager.

When he opened his eyes, these words came to mind.

In fact, his experience does not exactly match the meaning of this sentence.

But, it's not too far off.

"Thousands of years?" He was lying on the bed, relaxing his body, feeling the incomparably weak body, but his heart felt safe and relaxed like never before.

Thousands of years ago, no, in this world, it should be a second ago, he traveled to the world of Assassin's Creed.

The ghost knows why he would suddenly travel to that world!
Before that, he was just an ordinary college junior with a height of 183 and a weight of 75 kilograms. He rented a house off-campus. , I am addicted to games and novels on weekdays, and of course I don’t have any girlfriends, and I don’t like watching anime, just a fake otaku.

Not to mention that there are still several failing records on him.

No matter how you look at it, this is definitely not a protagonist template.

Therefore, he never thought that he would be able to time travel one day.

He didn't want and didn't want this kind of thing to happen to him.

Playing games and reading novels is a good way to goof around, why go to other worlds to fight and kill?
Is it because the game is not fun anymore or the novels are not read enough?Or is it that you have had enough of a stable life and want to find excitement?

Nothing.

At least, for him, he feels that this life can last until he graduates.

As for what to do then?Who knows, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge!
However, the life he wanted to continue ended a second ago.

One second in this world, but an unknown number of years in the world of Assassin's Creed.

When the time is too long to be calculated, it is just a number that is constantly beating and increasing.

What was left was a walking dead.

he will not die.

Death of old age, disease, falling, poisoning, stabbing, cutting, beheading... Su Yu has tried countless ways to die in that world.

When in despair, death is not a relief.

However, every time he wakes up, there are only corpses scattered around ten miles around, and all kinds of weapons in his hands.

He killed.

In other words, the thing in his body controlled him to kill.

It seems that it can absorb the lives of those people and save itself.

He's trying to talk to it, trying to communicate it, asking why it all happened, trying to find a way to end this endless cycle.

There is only one final answer.

It's the only time it's answered.

In the dark, he seemed to know it for granted.

Become an assassin and survive until the end of it all.

The end of this world.

How far away does the story of the world of Assassin's Creed span?
I don't know, I don't want to think about it, I don't want to calculate it.

He's just a drowning man grabbing the only straw.

That's it.

Incarnate as assassins one after another, leave when they are about to die, and return as young assassins.

Each time is a different mask; each time is a different life; each time is a reincarnation of strangers, acquaintances, and parting.

He watched with cold eyes, and he also devoted himself to it. He tried his best to play each of himself well, put on different masks for himself, and perfectly concealed himself under those disguises.

However, after wearing the mask for a long time, it is difficult to take it off again.

So, who is he?
"Who is he?" He got up, put on those clothes with some discomfort, and followed the memory that had become extremely blurred due to being too far away, and came to the bathroom.

"Who... are you?" He looked at himself in the mirror and said slowly.

The young man in the mirror could barely be called handsome, coupled with his tall but not thin body, if he smiled, he looked a little sunny.

However, on that young face, there is a pair of eyes that see through the mortal world.

Old, wise, and with a hint of eagle-like sharpness.

"Who am I?" He forced himself to smile, at first the smile was ferocious like a devil, but slowly, it became sunny again, as if it could bring all the beauty in this world.

"Bayek," he said in his pure old British accent, "am I him?"

"No." He said to himself, firmly and without hesitation.

A memory, gone.

"Altaïr?"

"Do not."

Another paragraph.

"Ezio Auditore?"

"Do not."

"Edward James Kenway?"

"Do not."

"Connor Kenway?"

"Do not."

"Arno Dorian?"

"Do not."

"Jacob Fry?"

"Do not."

……

The disappearance of a period of memory brought about the withdrawal of the vicissitudes in his eyes, and the return of some memories that belonged to him.

In his eyes, the original vicissitudes were gone, replaced by the smart and playful youth that should belong to him.

It's just that sharpness like an eagle can't be changed anymore.

There was a sunny smile on the corner of his mouth. In the mirror and outside the mirror, the boy smiled happily. He was completely a 20-year-old youth, nothing more.

"So, who am I?" The young man asked slowly, but this time, it was in standard Mandarin that could no longer be standard.

"I am..." The boy replied slowly but firmly, "Su Yu."

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Writer's words: To add a setting, extracting the memory is just extracting all the irrelevant things, and keeping all the useful things such as assassin skills.

The new book "Rent in the Marvel World" or "Rent in the Marvel World" has been published

　Novices and new books, please bear with me, please point out the deficiencies!

　　Add a setting: Extracting the memory is just extracting all the irrelevant things, and all the useful ones, such as assassin skills, are still kept. I am negligent here.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)