Black Tech Internet Cafe System

Chapter 611 - An Assassination in Daylight?

Chapter 611: An Assassination in Daylight?

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

When the morning sunlight shined through the glass door, Mr. Fang wrote down the second cinematic trailer of Assassin’s Creed on the small blackboard.

A mystical realm focusing on assassins...

It made many people doubt the sanity of this ‘creative’ alchemist.

After all, making a mystical realm cost a big fortune.

Even enough it was made by the System, a ton of the crystals that the shop earned was invested into this project.

In fact, it wasn’t unheard of that some big alchemist workshops went bankrupt when they couldn’t earn back the great sum of money that they had put into the creation of mystical realms.

Even the Dulan Workshop, which was supported by the powerful Judgement Godly Palace, didn’t dare to do anything outrageous except for adding some extra content about the godly palace.

However, a new shop in the city planned to release Assassins’ Creed?

Almost everyone who heard the news felt baffled.

They were sure that this alchemist was crazy.

However, it seemed like the shop wasn’t affected by all the rumors.

...

“Ms. Elina, did you hear that?” In a tavern not far from White Pigeon Square, a middle-aged man with short hair and a short beard said in a low voice from a corner.

If they listened carefully, they could hear some people in the tavern talking about something like Assassin’s Creed.

“Assassin mystical realm? Creed?” Elina was exasperated. “What does these people know about assassins?”

They even came up with something like... Assassin’s Creed?!

How come I didn’t know that we have a creed of some sort?

However, she didn’t have time to think about this.

“I’m afraid that the assassins in the Morning Light Empire won’t recover for a long time,” she signed as self-blame appeared in her bright eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself, Ms. Elina. You’re the ‘Rose of Moon’ and have a noble bloodline. You’re here to lead the assassins to fight against the damn Judgement Godly Palace. If you lose confidence...” The middle-aged man shook his head and said, “I think all the assassins in this area would be doomed.”

Elina shook her head, feeling a bit lost.

Her heart seemed to sink into the bottom of a dark abyss. Perhaps the assassins would never see light again.

...

However, Big Sword Crete and Mage Lily, who had watched the first trailer of Assassin’s Creed had different thoughts about the game.

“Oh! This is awesome!”

“I can’t believe that assassins are like this!”

Hearing the gossip in the tavern, Crete said, “I think it’s time to show these ignorant people the assassins in the shop!”

“Is the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection ready, Ms. Lily?”

...

“In fact, I think the shop owner is crazy as well!” In only a few days, the news that the shop would release an assassin mystical realm had spread all over the city. As a player of this shop, Elvin, the Commander of the Golden Griffin Knight Legion, felt ashamed.

Coming into Origins Internet Cafe during the casual time in the evening, Elven plunked down on a computer chair and sipped from his cup of milk tea. “I admit that Resident Evil is awesome, and the milk tea is delicious, but it’s true that no one would want to play as those damned assassins. There’s no market for it. Oh, I can’t even tell my peers that I visit this shop’s cultivation mystical realm every day.”

The moment he said that, he saw a white-robed figure leaping down from a bell tower like a white eagle flying in the sky on Helen’s screen.

“What is that?” Some members of the Golden Griffin Knight Legion immediately looked over.

“Is it another game?”

On the other side, Sala was talking to her elf friends. “The shop released a new trailer for Assassin’s Creed. Should we watch it?”

Meanwhile, in the tavern where Elina was sitting in, a Spiritual Spell Visual Projection appeared, showing the same scene as in the shop.

They could vaguely see the screen of a computer. Obviously, the projection was aimed at a computer screen.

“??? Assassin’s Creed?!” Everyone froze.

Eating spicy sticks, Helen was watching attentively.

On Helen’s screen, the assassin wearing a white robe with a pointy hood ambled through the crowd and walked up the execution platform.

Seeing this scene and recognizing that this figure was an assassin, everyone thought that he was going to rescue the person who was about to be executed.

No... Is he really an assassin?! Then why is he wearing a white robe and walking up in front of everyone?

Shouldn’t he sneak up from behind his enemies?

Is this assassin here to seek his death?

While people thought that this assassin was here to commit suicide, they saw the white-robed assassin using a longsword and hand crossbow, knocking down several soldiers around him. Then, he leaped into the air like a soaring eagle, shot down the last enemy with a hidden blade, and left without a trace.

With great skills and clean, crisp movements, he ended the battle before the audience could understand what was happening.

When the audience snapped back to their senses, the white figure had vanished into the crowd.

“Pu-!?”

Is he really an assassin?!

Shouldn’t these assassins excel in stealth abilities and utilize their great skill in sneak-attacks?

How come this person just walked up under everyone’s gazes and finished the mission with a few smooth movements?!

The audience saw a type of high-level skill in the trailer.

At the same time, the people’s blood-boiling passion and heroism were ignited by the assassin’s ability to kill enemies with ease and vanishing without a trace.

They didn’t really understand what assassins were, but they had a strong urge to watch more of it.

“What’s the creed that you mentioned before?”

“Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. You must understand that we’re executors of our own actions, and we must take the consequences of our acts, regardless if it brings us glory or a tragic ending.”

The figures getting ready for the mission flashed on the screen, and every viewer who saw this was stunned.

“These are the creeds passed down from our ancestors. One, stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent. Two, Hide in plain sight. Three, never compromise the Brotherhood.”

“Take these as your creed. You can follow it and obey it. If you break it, you must bear the consequences.”

The conversation accompanying the trailer talked about the creed of this ancient organization. They were strict but not rigid; they had their own codes of conduct.