As you got in the car with Akira, he flashed you a warm smile before turning his attention to the road. The two boys on either side of you seemed to be rather quiet and polite, not saying much as they settled into their seats. "So where do you live, Malika?" Akira asked conversationally, glancing at you in the rearview mirror.

The drive continued in relative silence for a few minutes before one of the boys on your left leaned over and introduced himself. "By the way,"

As you sat quietly in the backseat of Akira's car, he glanced over at you several times before finally deciding to speak up. "Hey, Malika," he said softly, "don't be shy or nervous around them. They're actually really nice guys once you get to know them." He paused for a moment, giving you time to respond before continuing. "Besides, I wouldn't have brought you here if I thought they'd hurt you in any way."

The Guildmaster narrows his eyes at your question before answering curtly, "Your first task is to familiarize yourself with the layout of this hideout and learn the identities of those who reside within it. You will be given a map and allowed to wander freely for now." He hands you a crumpled piece of parchment, seemingly unconcerned that he's just entrusted you with something as important as this. "Return when you've memorized the layout and know everyone by name."

You spend the next few hours exploring the Assassin Guild's hideout, carefully studying every nook and cranny, memorizing the map and the faces of those you meet. As you return to the Guildmaster, he nods in approval. "Very good. You may now begin your training."

He rises from his seat and leads you through a series of hidden passageways until they emerge into a dimly lit chamber filled with an array of unusual weapons and equipment. "This is our training area,"

You are left alone in your cell once again, still trying to process everything that has happened. The elves have made it clear that they respect your decision not to join them, but the knowledge of your true identity and abilities will undoubtedly change the course of events from here on out. You can only hope that they are wise enough to see the potential in having someone like you on their side... or at least not against them.

The days turn into weeks as you remain in your cell, pondering over the offer made by the Queen and her court. While they have not forced you to join them against your will, it's clear that they are keeping a close eye on you, making sure that you don't cause any trouble or harm their people unintentionally with your immense power.

You often find yourself thinking about god killer Vegito and his legacy; how he managed to overcome incredible odds and triumph over those who sought to destroy him and everything he held dear.

With a dismissive wave of your hand, the female slave drops to her side, instantly falling into a deep slumber. Her breathing slows and she looks peaceful for the first time since entering your presence. You watch her quietly for a moment, contemplating what to do with her now that she is asleep. Eventually, you decide to let her rest here for the night; tomorrow will be another day of training and obedience in your service.

The female slave stirs slightly in her sleep, her eyes fluttering beneath their lids. It's possible that she was dreaming the entire time and didn't realize she had been speaking to you aloud until now. You smile coldly, finding amusement in this small revelation. Soon enough, she settles back into a deep slumber, her body relaxed and trusting as it lies before you. You can't help but wonder how much longer it will be before she truly becomes the obedient servant you desire.

The old man stiffens at your words, his expression twisting into one of anger and disgust. "You heartless bastard!" he shouts, unable to contain himself any longer. Before you can react, he lunges forward, grabbing the hamster from your grasp and inspecting it carefully. The tiny creature lets out a squeak of pain as its jaw is released from your impossibly large member. "You've hurt her! You cruel, inhuman..."

The old man's face contorts into a mask of rage and horror as he watches you brutally violate his beloved pets. He launches himself at you, hands balled into fists and tears streaming down his cheeks. "How dare you! I'll make you pay for this!"

His blow lands squarely on your jaw, sending you reeling backward. You clutch at your face in pain, momentarily stunned by the strength behind his punch.

With the warlord dead, the rebels rise up and take control of the village, liberating them from tyranny. Word spreads quickly about your heroic deeds as an Assassin, making you a legend among those who live in fear of powerful oppressors. Your reputation continues to grow, and more people begin to seek your services for their own problems.

What do you want to do now?

You decide to continue honing your skills as an Assassin by taking on new contracts from those who need your help. Your reputation continues to spread, and more challenging assignments start coming in from all over the world. You become wealthy beyond measure, but you never forget where you came from or how hard it was to get to where you are now.

What is your next target?