A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

The sky was ablaze with a deep blue flame, mirroring the tragic scene of the village below.

The villagers' wails and the sounds of collapsing houses intertwined, creating a picture of hell.

"Ifa! Quick, hide in the cellar!"

"Mom! No!"

The mother shoved him hard into the cellar, but he was instantly burned to a crisp by the passing flames.

She didn't even utter her last words, didn't even give him a final look...

Why, why me of all people? Why did I have to go through this?

Why.....

......

"Do not!!!"

Ifa suddenly woke up, her clothes soaked with cold sweat.

The only sound outside the window was the chirping of cicadas, as if telling him that what had just happened was nothing more than a nightmare that had arrived as expected.

"Ifa? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

A woman's gentle voice came from beside him.

Upon hearing the voice, Ifa felt somewhat calmed, and her expression softened considerably.

"Yes, Chloe, I had a very long dream, a dream about my childhood, a dream about you leaving me..."

The person behind her slowly rose, exuding a faint fragrance, and embraced Ifa from behind.

"It's alright, it was just a dream. I will never leave you, my savior."

Feeling this warmth, Ifa finally relaxed completely.

Do you remember the first time we met?

"Of course I remember... It was winter, you were kidnapped by trolls, and your father entrusted me to rescue you..."

Ifa casually recounted the scene of their encounter, which had been repeated countless times, like a bedtime story, while Chloe listened patiently as always, and the two reminisced about the past together.

"Do you know what? When you appeared before me carrying a bloodied troll head, my eyes could no longer see anyone else..."

"Me too... Chloe, one glance was all it took for me to know I was meant for you."

Between lovers, there can never be too many sweet words.

Not only because he found the love of his life, but more importantly, in that cave atop the snow-capped mountain, Ifa also found something that would change his life forever.

It was an ancient sword with frost patterns, and a prophecy.

Unfortunately, there was also a stone tablet present at the time, and the ancient language inscribed on it still puzzles me to this day.

"Ifa?"

The call of her lover pulled Ifa back to reality.

You haven't been feeling well lately.

"It's okay, it's really okay."

Chloe chuckled softly, then recalled:

"Later, you insisted on leaving, and I thought I would never see you again... I know you had more important things to do."

"Thank you for waiting for me all these years..."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you also spend twenty years searching for that day?"

Yes, twenty years.

He chased after that dragon, his lifelong nightmare, for twenty years.

Until that day, its traces were finally found in the Dukush Mountains.

That day, Ifa returned to the capital and reunited with Chloe.

He vowed that once he had avenged his family, he would return to marry her.

"To be honest, I was really worried about you back then. I was afraid you'd never come back... What's the point of my life without you...?"

Chloe's tone was full of worry and lingering fear.

"Fortunately, you came back as promised."

"Yeah, I'm back."

"I'm back..."

......

But is that really the case?

Why can't I remember anything that happened after that day?

I can't remember how I returned to the capital from the snow-capped mountains, I can't remember what expression Chloe wore when she greeted me at the city gate, I can't remember the blessings from people all over the country on my wedding day, I can't remember...

Who is the person sharing my bed...?

As her thoughts reached this point, it felt as if something inside her had shattered. Ifa suddenly turned around and looked at Chloe, who had been whispering tenderly behind her.

However, the person who came into view made Ifa's hair stand on end.

Her once beautiful face is now a bloody mess, covered in cracks, and so distorted that it is unrecognizable.

Yet, it was precisely this face that uttered the gentlest words of concern:

"What's wrong? Ifa, you're acting really strange today..."

"Is there anything... you absolutely must tell me...?"

Gentle words can instantly turn into piercing noise, making one's eardrums ache.

Ifa instinctively reached for her sword, but this was her dormitory; where could she find a weapon?

She rolled out of bed and retreated towards the door.

After Ifa discovered Chloe's face, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Her already mangled face began to change again, visibly decaying and rotting, covered in maggots, and she was muttering something...

"Ifa, it's me, Chloe..."

"Why, why are you avoiding me...?"

"Ifa, didn't we promise to stay together forever?"

Why did you break your vow?

"Why!"

The next moment, Chloe transformed into a mother.

"Ifa, you survived..."

“That’s great, that’s great…”

"But what about Mom? Have you forgotten how Mom died?"

"Mom regrets it now. She should have held you and died together..."

Immediately afterwards, Ifa's mother changed again.

A biting cold swept through the entire space.

The original dormitory room has now become the summit of a snow-capped mountain...

A giant dragon, entirely white except for its jet-black horns, lay on the ground, its chest empty, its cloudy white eyes fixed on him.

"Zeyno,Ifa"

(Long time no see, Ifa)

"It's you! Weren't you dead?"

"My body is immortal; returning to dust is but the ultimate desire. My fellow fish, you should know this."

"What do you want to do?"

"This cycle is about to come to an end."

"I've waited far too long..."

The next second, the white dragon transformed into a man, but to Ifa's surprise, the man in front of her looked exactly like herself!

The scene changes, and the two stand in the cave that changed their fate.

That ancient sword with frost patterns stood there quietly...

"If you had another chance, would you still pull it out?"

"..."

Countless memories began to flood Ifa's mind.

That real life, the life he has already lived, not a false memory that is played out over and over again...

Including villages that were destroyed when I was young.

Including the assassin who taught him how to fight.

Including his lover who died for him.

Including his lifelong nemesis, the White Dragon Krass.

Even after death, he used his body to form a defense against the invasion of evil gods, becoming a wisp of his soul that helped a group of complete strangers...

That really is a very long road...

Slowly walking to the Frost-Patterned Ancient Sword, Ifa reached out and stroked the blade, which, despite its long history of weathering, remained as sharp as ever.

"Tell me, what exactly is engraved on that stone tablet?"

"Blood on ice, eternal cycle of reincarnation."

"..."

"If it could truly end this endless cycle of reincarnation... then why should I, and you, place my hopes on that thing?"

"Even after death, the soul will not find peace?"

"Because you are brave, you are a hero in the eyes of the world."

"Because you learned of the extraterrestrial evil god's conspiracy, and because you don't want more tragedies like those in your homeland to happen."

"Because that voice told you that this is the only way to save the world."

"Because this is the only right thing you've ever done in your life."

"Because you are Ipha, the last Crassus..."

"Yeah......"

Ifa smiled with relief and slowly gripped the hilt of his sword.

"Then, for the last time, let's sever our destiny."

The icy flames instantly engulfed Ifa, and its body continued to expand, transforming into a hundred-meter-long giant dragon.

Meanwhile, on the other side, another Ipha, who had been watching him the whole time, also gradually became illusory.

Goodnight, Ifa.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared on the horizon, letting in pure white light.

The white dragon spread its wings and soared through the narrow gap between time and space, flying towards its destiny...

......