Morgan was happily sitting at the dining table, watching his beloved wife Elyssia cooking.
His current life was nothing short of paradise.
Since childhood, he had been abandoned and grew up in loneliness.
Later, he was raised by an underground organization and turned into a bounty hunter.
Fortunately, he had met her—the light of his life.
She was the one who let him feel joy, gave him hope in life, and showed him that this world still had good things.
But fate seemed to be mocking him, as good things never lasted long.
His phone vibrated, and the cheerful smile on his face suddenly stiffened.
"Elyssia, I have to go on a business trip. Sorry, I can't have this meal with you," Morgan said gloomily.
His peaceful life was always disturbed like this. The underworld truly would not let him go.
Elyssia paused, walked over to adjust his tie, and smiled.
"It's okay. Just be careful on your way."
…
In a secret room, Morgan stood facing an old man wearing a mask.
"This is my final mission, right?" Morgan asked.
The old man looked calm, his deep eyes fixed on him.
"Of course. I agreed to your request, so naturally I must fulfill it."
"Good." Morgan didn't waste more words and left directly.
He was in a hurry now. He wanted to quickly finish off the target and then return to his wife to live a peaceful life.
After he left, a cunning smile curved the old man's lips.
His eyes looked out the window as if he could already see a grand play unfolding in the future.
"My palm covers the very ends of the horizon. Ha ha ha ha!"
The old man laughed arrogantly, his laughter echoing through the room, sending chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.
…
Morgan changed his clothes, covered his face, and went to the designated hill to ambush his target.
A few hours later, he saw a person dressed entirely in black, face also covered, sneaking up the hill.
He touched the katana at his waist, his companion through years of hunting.
"You've helped me a lot. After today, you'll rest forever."
He thought silently, then suddenly darted forward.
His speed sliced through the air, leaving only a blur in its wake.
Clang!
The black-clad figure drew her katana in an instant, blocking the attack, but was pushed back due to her disadvantage.
Morgan seized the opportunity and swung his katana relentlessly.
A series of sharp blows rained down, like a storm engulfing the enemy.
Wounds gradually appeared on the black-clad girl's body.
After all, his opponent was still one level below Morgan.
Swish!
A deep cut sliced across the opponent's chest, fresh blood gushing out like a stream.
The black-clad body collapsed helplessly to the ground.
Morgan didn't take the chance to deliver another blow. This was the last person he would kill, so he felt a bit of sympathy.
"Finally... these days should come to an end." He sighed, feeling strangely relieved.
"Mor... Morgan?" The girl's weak, hoarse voice rang out.
Morgan was stunned, the katana in his hand falling to the ground.
At that moment, his face turned pale with horror, even though he himself was not injured at all.
How could he not recognize that voice?
He hurriedly helped the black-clad figure up and removed her face covering. His eyes widened, tears streaming down his face.
"Elyssia, why are you here?" His voice trembled, still reeling from the shock of his own actions.
"We were deceived. I'm sorry for hiding my identity from you." Elyssia whispered.
She was just like Morgan, also a subordinate of that old man.
The identities of bounty hunters were kept so secret that they didn't even know who else was on their side.
At this moment, she had so much she wanted to tell him, but her life was like a candle in the wind.
"No, it's my fault, it's all my fault," Morgan hurriedly said, struggling to stop her bleeding.
When he touched her blood, he was horrified to realize she had been poisoned.
He looked at his katana, his teeth clenched so hard they drew blood.
This katana had been secretly preserved by the organization, who had secretly coated the blade with poison.
"Don't... don't leave me. Please, don't leave me alone." Morgan said, sobbing.
His life had been nothing but pain until he met her and finally felt happiness.
Yet now his fleeting happiness had turned into tragedy, the greatest tragedy of his life.
"I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore. Meeting you was the greatest happiness of my life. Please forget me and live well."
Elyssia's blood-stained hand touched Morgan's face. Her fingers wiped away his tears.
Her eyes were filled with regret. She couldn't bear to leave this world so soon.
"Goodbye, my love."
Her hands lost all strength and fell limp, her eyes closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She didn't want her dying appearance to hurt him, so she absolutely would not cry or utter a single word of lament.
"Nooooo!"
Morgan's heart-wrenching scream seemed to tear apart the night sky and this quiet space.
He held her tightly, unwilling to let go even for a moment.
He had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do with her, but he no longer had the chance.
He had lost his light, lost his joy, lost his happiness, lost the reason he believed life was beautiful.
Suddenly, a strong beam of light shone into his eyes, the light converging into the shape of a goddess whose face he could not see clearly.
"Do you want to see her again?"
The goddess's gentle voice seemed to soothe his wounded soul.
Morgan's eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope.
It didn't matter who she was, what she was, or whether she was a god or a demon.
As long as he could save her, he was willing to pay any price.
"I want to. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Just give me the chance to see her again, and I'll give you my life."
The urgency in his eyes was clear.
Now, if his life could save hers, he would not hesitate to kill himself.
"I don't need your life. You just need to help me with something. I want you to go to another world, where you will meet her. I will give you a system to help you grow stronger, and what you do after that is up to you," the goddess said.
"I agree," Morgan replied decisively.
What was another world? What was a system? Morgan didn't understand and didn't need to understand.
The only thing he heard was that he would meet her there, so no matter what, he had to go.
The goddess waved her hand, and a spatial gate sucked Morgan inside.