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SSS-Rank Villain: Annihilation Marker

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I woke up in someone else's body to find an assassin already in the room. Bit rude, honestly. ——— [A/N: Expect the tags to be followed. A very self-serving MC too.] [#No Yuri] [#No NTR]
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Chapter 1 - Pilot

Daggers, as it turns out, are different from regular knives.

I realise this as the tip fills my vision. Cutting the air. Dropping fast.

Straight for the space between my eyes.

Fuck.

Then something cracks into bone. Into the back of his skull. 

"Get away from him!"

The blade jerks off course. But not clean. It skims down my face, misses my nose by a breath, then bites into my chest.

I feel it burn. Scorching through the gash. 

Then the blade's gone.

My body moves before I can think, my hands reach for my chest and come back red. Blood. 

She comes out of the dark with a blood-slick vase and swings again. It connects. Hard.

The man reels—dagger still in his hand—then drops 

Blood splatters. It pelts my face. Still burning with life.

The vase rises again.

He's faster.

Knocks it from her hands with a backhand. Then grabs her arm. Yanks her down.

She fights—

He slams her back into a table leg.

She screams as she drops. 

"Heylel—run!" 

For me.

Wheezes come out of her, "Heylel—" the hit had taken her breath.

I turn to the brightest light, it bleeds through the half-open door. 

It is an easy escape. The man is too disoriented to chase. So I toss away the silky quilts and roll off the bed. 

"Die bitch!" 

The man is over her. His dagger to her neck as her hands desperately hold it there. An inch more and she will bleed. 

"Heylel Run!" 

He tried to kill me. 

I can kill him. 

I turn to scan the room. Swords on the wall, too far. A ceramic vase on my bed side. That'll do. 

I grab it by the handles. 

But it is heavy. 

God damn it. Letting go of the handles I wrap my arms around the base and with my whole body. I struggle to pull it off the table, Its curve doesn't help. But the golden leafing over it, that gives me friction. 

I pull it up. She sees me. Eyes widening. Mouth opening—

"No!"

Just shut up. 

I walk behind the man.

And push the vase in the air. 

I shake. My body can barely hold the weight. Why?

His hair is matted with blood where she struck him.

Then bring it down. 

Exactly where she did. 

Edge first.

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[A/N: This is a very short pilot chapter. If this gets intrest I will continue.]