Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"We're late," one of the ghostly figures muttered as they emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like mirages.

"But how did the rebel faction get the news before us?" another assassin questioned with confusion and frustration.

"It's not about being late. They outplayed us," one of the figures said darkly. "They deliberately delayed sending the news to Emperor Vansing. This was orchestrated. They knew we would arrive here... too late to do anything."

"What? Are we caught in a trap?" a younger assassin asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Panic started to ripple through the group as their confidence wavered. They scanned their surroundings, their higher senses on alert for any signs of danger.

Their worry is understandable.

Despite their formidable strength as Star Dominators and elite executioners under Emperor Vansing, they were acutely aware of the overwhelming power of the Five Ancient Protectors. Against such foes, even their collective might would crumble like sand in the wind.

"We need to retreat," one of the senior assassins commanded, his voice steady but urgent. "We underestimated the oposite faction, and if we stay here any longer, we might not make it back alive."

Reluctantly, the assassins were just about to dissolve into shadows for a swift retreat—if only things were so simple.

With a sudden, forceful pull from an overwhelming Space Law, they vanished from their original positions.

When they regained their footing, they found themselves standing in an unfamiliar yet regal chamber. Their horrified and astonished eyes locked onto a young man seated casually on a high-backed chair. His midnight-black eyes sparkled with intrigue and amusement. Surrounding him were the Five Ancient Protectors, who sat with an air of respect and quiet confidence.

It was Aengus, the True Heir.

"Heh, I'm surprised," one of the protectors chuckled. "The True Heir really managed to pull this off without even lifting a finger."

"Impressive indeed!" another protector said with an approving nod. "He captured the elite executioners of Vansing as if they were nothing more than prey."

Faction Leader Hog observed the scene with a slightly raised brow. "Hmm… it looks like we caught bigger fish this time." His voice carried a tone of deep satisfaction.

"But this also means…" one protector muttered, narrowing their eyes as they studied Aengus intently, "that the Heir's strength has already reached the level of a Star Dominator. Perhaps even higher."

The room fell into a brief silence, filled with the weight of awe and recognition. The protectors had initially informed Aengus about the potential assassins sent by Emperor Vansing to gauge his strength. However, seeing how effortlessly he subdued the eleven elite executioners, they were left speechless.

"Well," Hog finally said, breaking the silence, "this was to be expected." He glanced meaningfully at the glowing Emperor's Mark on Aengus' hand. "The Mark doesn't choose just anyone to carry its legacy. It is a symbol of unparalleled strength and destiny."

From the very beginning, the Mark had been the ultimate judge. It was not something that could simply be passed down—it chose its bearer based on worthiness. And Aengus had surpassed that test effortlessly, his talent and character proving why he was destined to be the True Emperor.

The assassins, still frozen in space, stared at the Heir with wide eyes filled with fear and dread. They could not even twitch a muscle, trapped in the overwhelming grip of Aengus' spatial mastery.

Who said the Heir was a fledgling? They had acted on what they thought was reliable intelligence, but now that error might very well seal their fate.

Faction Leader Hog let out a mocking chuckle. "It's truly amusing to see Emperor Vansing resort to such a cheap trick, sending these weaklings to kill the True Heir." His tone was dripping with disdain.

"My Emperor," Hog said, turning toward Aengus with a slight bow, "what would you like to do with them? Should we kill them?" He spoke as if ending the lives of the elite assassins was as trivial as swatting flies.

Aengus, seated confidently, crossed his legs and leaned back slightly, a faint, playful smile forming on his lips.

"Kill them?" Aengus repeated, "That wouldn't be much fun, would it?"

The protectors raised their brows, curious about what their Emperor had in mind.

"I have a better plan," Aengus continued, his gaze sharp and calculating. "These pawns of Vansing could be put to better use. They could serve as tools to destabilize his rule from within."

The assassins flinched inwardly at his words, realizing he intended to turn them against their own master.

The Heir is truly cunning and vicious.

Hog's eyes gleamed with intrigue. "An excellent idea, my Emperor. But how will you achieve this? Do you perhaps possess another Law of Mind or Illusion?"

"Perhaps..." Aengus replied with a shrug, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Without elaborating further, he activated Qargath, the Blindseer of Eternal Damnation, a skill that allows him to manipulate the very essence of one's existence. Using this ability, he altered the core of the assassins' beings, severing their loyalty to Emperor Vansing and binding them entirely to himself. He even seeded a deep hatred for Vansing within their souls.

"Thank you, Master. For opening our eyes."

The 11 executioners knelt down instantly, their transition seamless, as if the events leading up to this moment had been nothing but a dream.

The sight left Hog and the other protectors even more impressed. Aengus' display of power and cunning made it clear why the Mark had chosen him as the rightful Emperor.

"Like this, won't he be able to enslave anyone with ease?" one of them whispered, astonished.

"Yes, indeed. He has surpassed my expectations," Hog nodded, his eyes gleaming with newfound hope and admiration.

Aengus smirked faintly but said nothing, his confidence evident in his calm demeanor. He then rose from his seat and declared loudly, "Alright then. Let's speed it up!"

His commanding voice resonated through every corner of the battleship.

Responding promptly, the ship's controllers adjusted its systems, pushing the Heaven-Class Battleship to its maximum speed. Within moments, it accelerated to a few light-years per second, a dazzling white streak cutting through the endless void of space.

The sheer speed and elegance of the ship were breathtaking, leaving trails of light behind as it traversed the Polaris Domain, steadily approaching its destination—the Imperial Continent of Kievan.