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Hmm?

The moment Eren heard the message in his mind, his consciousness was pulled into the space of the Scales of Fate.

As before, upon entering, Eren quickly noticed another grayish orb of light hovering near the Scales.

With a motion of his hand, the orb floated toward him, coming to rest before him in no time.

The previous red orb was a reward for eliminating an Eldritch God's servant. What could this gray orb be?

Curious, Eren reached out and touched the gray orb.

With a soft sound, the orb merged seamlessly into his body.

Huh?

This is…

A flood of information rushed into Eren's mind. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to absorb the knowledge contained within the orb.

The gray orb held a memory—specifically, fragments of the life of the malevolent spirit that the Scales of Fate had consumed earlier.

Abel Smith, alias X, male, 46 years old. A top-tier assassin from the Brotherhood of Assassins in the dark underworld.

One day prior, this unlucky man was killed on the rooftop of a metropolitan skyscraper by a Brotherhood traitor known as "Cross."

"Wow, X. The Brotherhood, Cross… This is straight out of the plot of Wanted! X was that poor guy who got offed by Cross at the very start!"

Despite his unfortunate end, X's reputation as a top-tier assassin in the underworld was undeniable.

The deadly malice that clung to his soul after death, transforming him into a vengeful ghost in just one day, was proof enough of his lethality.

That malice stemmed from the curses of the countless souls he had slain.

Moreover, it was precisely this skill and experience that left a trace of the fate-bound artifact's aura on his soul. Ordinary assassins in the Brotherhood wouldn't have the privilege of interacting with the mystical "Loom of Fate."

Beyond fragments of X's memories, the orb also contained a skill etched deeply into his soul:

Gun-Kata.

Upon absorbing the orb, Eren's understanding and mastery of firearms shot to unimaginable heights. He even felt that he had surpassed his instructor, Old Jerry, the retired sharpshooter.

This was because the knowledge Eren inherited included an advanced firearm technique unique to the Brotherhood—something Old Jerry could never master.

Curved Ballistics.

This skill was rare even within the Brotherhood, reserved only for a select few assassins.

Of course, mastering Curved Ballistics didn't automatically make an assassin invincible. Not every practitioner was destined to be the best. After all, a gun's ultimate purpose is to kill. As long as it gets the job done, who cares if the bullet curves or not?

That said, the ability to curve bullets added a versatile and unpredictable edge to a shooter's arsenal, especially when combined with their adrenaline-boosting techniques.

It was no wonder assassins who mastered Curved Ballistics often climbed to the apex of the dark underworld.

Savoring the knowledge now etched into his mind, Eren smirked.

"This… feels pretty damn good."

With his reward from the Scales of Fate secured, Eren began strategizing how to acquire the Brotherhood's Loom of Fate.

Ordinarily, the Loom, guarded heavily within the Brotherhood's textile mill, was utterly inaccessible to outsiders. Even X, one of the Twelve Apostles of the Brotherhood, was prohibited from interacting with it directly. Only Sloan, the leader of the Brotherhood, had daily access to the artifact.

Recalling the plot of Wanted, Eren murmured, "In the original storyline, Cross's death and Wesley's awakening led to the Brotherhood's annihilation, thanks to Fox's help.

"So, could I just wait for the Brotherhood to get wiped out and then stroll in to pick up the Loom without breaking a sweat?"

Wait.

Eren paused. After crossing into this world, he had already disrupted numerous events. Could the butterfly effect have altered the original plot?

The thought of relying on others suddenly seemed unreliable.

Besides, he couldn't ignore the possibility that his interference might have already diverted the story's course.

"X just died, so we're likely still in the early stages of the story. Should I try to contact Cross?"

The idea lingered for a moment before Eren dismissed it.

As one of the world's top assassins, Cross was exceedingly dangerous. Other than his son, he had no emotional attachments.

Approaching Cross now could easily result in Eren taking a bullet to the head.

Though Eren had extraordinary abilities, Cross's skill with firearms still posed a significant threat.

Fortunately, as a Diviner, Eren didn't need direct contact to glean valuable information. By following the guidance of fate, he could gather the insights he needed without risking his life.

Additionally, there were other ways to weaken the Brotherhood aside from relying on Wesley's actions in the original storyline.

Exiting the space of the Scales of Fate, Eren found his little helper sulking, staring at the air where half the ghost had vanished.

Amused, Eren patted its head.

"Don't be upset. I'll get you something even better next time."

Though it didn't understand why its delicious "meal" had disappeared, the promise brightened the little helper's mood, prompting it to wag its tongue enthusiastically.

After amusing the little helper for a bit, Eren hailed a cab and left Chinatown.

Before taking on the Brotherhood, he planned to familiarize himself with his newly acquired skills.

Twenty minutes later, Eren arrived at Tom's Shooting Club.

Guided by a staff member to a moving target range, he picked up a handgun from an empty slot and began shooting at a target 10 meters away.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

(End of Chapter)

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