Pa!

Assassin’s Creed stomped on a patch of grass, mud and water before vanishing into thin air all of a sudden. Then, a pair of footsteps began running toward me at high speed. It was impressive how much pressure I was feeling from the visuals alone.

I gripped my sword tightly, stood where I was and kept the blade pointed to the ground. When I glanced at the footsteps on the ground though, a chill jolted through my spine like a gunshot. Assassin’s Creed was only one man, so why was I seeing two pairs of footsteps on the ground? Scratch that, the two pairs of footsteps just separated into four pairs! What was going on here?

Swhoosh!

An icy dagger emerged from the veil of invisibility and stabbed toward the weak point beneath my armpits. Its wielder was a flaming—literally, the dude was on fire for some reason—Assassin’s Creed with violent, blood-shot eyes. I called him Assassin’s Creed, but only because their appearance was identical. The real Assassin’s Creed would never make such a flashy, thug-like entrance!

I shifted sideway to dodge the attack and slammed my knees into the flaming assassin’s abdomen, dealing 70k+ damage and eliciting a muffled groan. I was just about...