By a small encased room of London's Clock Tower laid a young man, having his body balled in the corner, his blue eyes were glowing vibrantly, his breathing was too unsteady, his fair skin and short rich brown messy hair was drenched in sweat.
He wore a black shirt, a pair of blue denim jeans, an armored chestplate on his chest, carved with glowing runes that kept its effects activated without needing any prana, his jeans were given armor pads, his forearms were covered in leather that reached his hands, but kept his fingers exposed, the top part of the gauntlet were given a metal plate, a grey coat covered the majority of his body with a pair of steel tipped combat boots.
By the other corner of the room laid an old man, having grey hair and a beard, a pair of red eyes that inspected the young man with curiosity. "So...you know what you are and why you're here, right?"
The young man began to slow his breathing before swallowing his saliva to maintain his sanity. "Yes…" He answered with certainty.
"Then, you know what you're charged with after all these years?" The man nodded once again. "Why did you want to do all of those...horrible things?"
"...Is saving others considered a horrible thing?" The young man asked, the old man raised his eyebrow.
"What if it is considered horrible?" The old man asked rhetorically.
"Then I would still do it…" The young man answered with a more silent tone.
That answer peaked the old man's curiosity even further. "What's your name, boy?"
"Liam...Project Lethal Independent Assassin, variant Monster...that's where my name comes from…" The man, Liam answered.
"Liam...seems fitting, so you're a homunculus." The old man evaluated, the man gathering his courage, merely smiled tiredly at the man before shaking his head.
"No...I'm a Bio-engineered weapon, designed, manufactured, bred and ordered to do the dirty work." Liam corrected. "I'm a Designer Baby created to end lives and not save them."
"Yet, you saved a lot of good people. Spared lives, I can see why they tried to kill you off." Liam merely nodded in his own amusement. "Alright, I got a decision for you to make. Maybe it's unwise for me, but you deserve a second choice. After all, I have never seen a Designer Baby outlived its estimated lifespan by a few miles."
"...What is that choice though?" Liam tilted his head as the man merely chuckled.
"You can stay here where you'll rot or you can go to another universe and try to live there with a type of magic that I can provide you with, considering Alaya doesn't exist there?" The man bargained.
Liam was caught a silent moment before he spoke. "Where's the catch?"
"You'll be living within the ranks of Devils, Angels and Fallen Angels. It's not like this world, but hey! You got a second chance to redeem yourself."
"...Who really are you?" Liam questioned with a pair of suspicious eyes.
"I'm Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg. The bearer of the Second True Magic, Kaleidoscope. I've been observing you for a while and I've gotta admit, you are one magnificent bastard, the second man I know that tries to be a Hero. But you aren't a Hero of Justice, are you?" Liam smiled at that question as he shook his head.
"I only do what seems to be the right thing to do...that's all I got…" He chuckled at his own behavior as he looked at himself. "An old soul, cursed to be a puppet on strings...whatever did I do in my past life to receive this much of a curse? And whenever I tried to kill myself...something always stops death from snatching out of the world of the living…"
"You're one special kid, I can tell you that much. So, what's your choice?"
"...I'd rather live a life where I can be free of these imaginary strings that sometimes forces me to do what I don't wanna do...I want to be free, can you promise me that in my second life?" Liam asked with a hopeful look.
"...I can, but I can't send you there with what you are now, minor changes would happen along the way, chances in the new world would be that you'll be forced as a servant or something worse, will that be okay?" The magus asked, the man had a wide smile.
"I...at least have choices and have no strings on me right?" Zelretch smirked before he nodded. "Then, that's good enough for me."
Truly...he was a fascinating Designer Baby. "Then, off you go I guess…" The young man, who was branded as a Freelancer, Mercenary with a kind heart, a Vigilante and the Hero of the People was sent into a World where he knows naught off.
"Master? Oi, Master?" Liam squinted his eyes as he blocked a ray of light that glared upon his closed eyes. He began to slowly open his eyes before he was met by the sight of a beautiful woman with wine-red hair, pale skin with a pretty curvaceous body, blood red eyes, a pretty youthful face, while wearing a purple and pale-ish violet bodysuit with black markings all over it, they were all fastened by buttons and buckles of violet, a pair of lavender steel shoulderguards with a pair of high heels. "Get up, already. It's noon."
"Uhhhhh…" Liam stared on to the woman before realizing his current situation. "S-Sorry!" He quickly got up before he looked around, the two were in a living room of a house, Liam lying down on the sofa. "W-Where am I?"
"Hmmm, well, I guess you are genuinely as confused as I am, so you don't know where we are right now?" She asked as the man merely shook his head slowly.
"W-Wait, what did you call me?" Liam asked slowly.
"Master. Why?" The woman asked with a pair of narrowing eyes. "Don't tell me that you don't know about the Summoning Ritual." The man shook his head in response. "That damn old wretch...when I see him again, he'll be sorry for dragging me into this…"