From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 195: The Idiot Assassin

This young assassin was named Gabriel Martin.

Three days ago, he passed the Sicilian Mafia's test, successfully joining the family and becoming a glorious "family associate."

Since he was French, and according to the Mafia's rules, a Frenchman could never become true "family members," he could only settle for being a family associate.

Of course, whenever trouble brewed, they would be pushed to the front lines as scapegoats. Calling them temporary workers would not be an exaggeration.

But none of this crossed Gabriel's mind. He never considered such issues; he was simply happy to have joined the "family." With their protection, he finally had a chance to survive.

After all, as a Frenchman without family or friends in the gang-infested lands of Sicily, surviving alone was far too difficult.

Harboring certain special expectations, he used the fatal hidden blade techniques he had practiced since childhood to successfully win the favor of an official member, thus securing his spot as a family associate.

"Phew!" Gabriel took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and then slowly exhaled. "No matter what, I can finally be a proper assassin now, right?"

He didn't know why he was so obsessed with becoming an assassin. Moreover, in an era overflowing with firearms, poisons, and high technology, he still insisted on using a long sword, short knife, hidden blade, and throwing darts.

Perhaps it was due to his grandfather's dying wish, or his father's death. But more likely, it was because of that bizarre dream.In his dreams, he was an "assassin" navigating through what looked like medieval castles, wandering across a world of raging sandstorms, and accurately eliminating every target he needed to kill.

But in those dreams, he wasn't just an assassin; he was an assassin with transcendent power. He could pray to special existences to obtain strength.

That strength carried shadow power, allowing him to hide in the darkness. It granted him formidable might, enabling him to slaughter armored knights, feudal lords hiding in their castles, and enemies concealed within crowds, killing them all one by one!

After the slaughter, he would leave quietly without alerting a soul, lurking in the shadows just like a true assassin.

"We work in the dark, to serve the light..." he muttered, finding the words deeply ironic.

"What a pity. My ideal is to serve the light, but for the sake of reality, I have to do the Mafia's dirty work!" Gabriel whispered softly.

He was a man who had already surrendered to reality. Aside from the special ideal of being a "killer" or an "assassin" in his heart, he saw everything in this world with absolute clarity.

The Mafia couldn't possibly be like what those so-called novels described, spouting nonsense about "loyalty, a sense of justice, and a family atmosphere," talking as if they were the righteous ones and the police were the villains.

Even the most corrupt police were still a shade of white because they maintained order. Even the cleanest Mafia was pitch black because they were the destroyers of order!

"I'm no longer that naive boy I once was. Because of my naivety, I lost my family, my family members, and everything else. Because of my self-righteous kindness, I'm left with nothing but myself and this blade!"

Gabriel touched the hidden blade extending from his cuff, his expression gradually firming. "If I can't serve the light, I can only work in the darkness... Assassinating a priest from America? That perfectly fits my imagination of utter depravity!"

He continued forward, looking like an absolute everyman, completely unnoticeable on the main street of Sicily.

This was also his special ability. After learning the technique of "assassination," he could rapidly blend into his surroundings without being detected by anyone.

In the words of his deceased old man, this was an "innate talent" belonging only to assassins.

Unfortunately, this talent had not brought him success; it only yielded the decline of his family and his own depravity.

Gabriel shook his head vigorously, tossing those thoughts from his mind. After all, those memories were far too painful. He didn't want to think about them anymore, not one bit!

Besides, he had already arrived before his target.

At this moment, Gabriel stood at the entrance of the church, watching his target—who was wearing a priest's black robes—speaking gently to a little girl.

Meanwhile, Leon was actually feeling a bit awkward. Having never been a priest before, all his actions relied entirely on Angus's previous teachings.

He treated everyone who came to worship gently, trying his best to appear amiable and approachable.

However, this amiability didn't feel very genuine; instead, it seemed rather stiff, causing many to look at him with odd expressions.

But he didn't mind it. Instead, he tried his hardest to connect with them, striving to appear more authentic. Angus had told him that this was part of drawing closer to the believers, which was also part of drawing closer to the Lord. Leon had never done anything like this, but his pious faith pushed him to try hard to adapt.

This attempt at adaptation made him look somewhat out of place compared to the surrounding clergy.

Yet, in Gabriel's eyes, these actions just painted him as another "hypocrite" putting on a show.

This made him feel much better. Among these city priests, practically none were good people. Deceiving believers and extorting donations were the lightest of their sins. The heavier ones involved having private 'life talks' with certain children or intimately interacting with female believers in the confession booths.

Such matters were no secret worldwide. The scandals of the Catholic Church had festered to the point of becoming a universal meme across the globe, much like a French-bashing joke.

Therefore, Gabriel had it all perfectly planned out. He would walk past this priest, lightly slice his throat with a small knife, and ten seconds after he left, the man would collapse from a severed artery.

This scumbag priest would definitely die quickly!

It was a flawless plan because he was confident in his speed, knowing it was entirely impossible for anyone to detect his movements.

In the past, if he hadn't been soft-hearted, he wouldn't have been discovered, and his family wouldn't have become the victims of his own mercy...

With these thoughts in mind, Gabriel slowly approached Leon's side. Just as he was about to draw his blade, he happened to see a little girl step in front of the target and happily strike up a conversation with him.

It was obvious that both the little girl and the priest were delighted. They chatted for a moment, and the priest even pulled a small cross from his pocket and gifted it to her.

Left with no choice, Gabriel could only walk past them and circle back.

"Letting this girl get splashed with blood wouldn't be good. I'll wait a bit longer..." he muttered, completing his loop and returning to look for another opportunity to strike.

A moment later, the little girl skipped away, clutching the cross. This prompted him to raise his hand once more, ready to finish the job.

But this time, the priest stopped in front of an old man, helped him stand up from his wheelchair, had a brief conversation with him, and gave him a short blessing.

This heartwarming scene brought a faint smile to Gabriel's lips before he suddenly snapped out of it. Wait, that wasn't right! He was here to kill someone!

But this priest actually seemed like a good person... He hesitated slightly, but eventually pinched his thigh to steel his resolve!

'Gabriel, what are you doing! You're showing pointless kindness again!' The sharp pain flared, steadying his gaze.

This time, he made up his mind. He had to be fast, accurate, and ruthless. No more hesitation; he would strike immediately!

So, ignoring his surroundings, he quickly closed the distance to the "priest." His hand swiped toward the man's neck with what looked like a casual wave. It seemed he was about to succeed...

And then—an arm as hard as steel clamped down on him with a death grip, completely locking down the hidden blade he was trying to spring forth!

At the same time, his body went instantly rigid as the man forcefully restrained him, spinning him around and shoving him straight into the small side door of the church behind them.

Everything happened so fast that it didn't even catch the attention of a single person in the area. The only thing left was Gabriel's expression of absolute bewilderment.

A minute later, the door in front of him opened again. The priest from earlier appeared before him, staring at him with deep curiosity. "That's the first time I've ever seen a killer operate like that. You're a rookie!"

Hearing this, Gabriel struggled and argued, "I'm not a rookie! I'm a killer, a killer! An assassin, do you understand?"

"Alright, killer!" With the noisy sounds from outside the church ringing in his ears and an "idiot assassin" standing in front of him, Leon was quite intrigued. "Then, Mr. Killer, could you tell me why you walked past me two or three times without making a move? Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

Gabriel's face flushed red. He obviously couldn't say that he didn't have the heart to do it, nor could he admit that he couldn't bring himself to be ruthless. He could only put up a tough front and stammer, "I... I just wasn't ready yet!"

"Well then, you might never be ready for the rest of your life!" Leon couldn't help but laugh. This idiot assassin was bringing him entirely too much amusement!