Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2486

Chapter 2486 It Belongs in a Museum

Sunny rolled off the bed, cursing his mundane senses.

His reflexes were sharp, and despite the neglect and abuse, his body was in good shape. However, he could not sense the shadows. Even more humiliating, he could not even see in the dark — for the first time in a long while, Sunny was truly blind.

The only light in the room came through a narrow crack between the curtains, and all he could see was a dark shape jumping over the bed.

He could, however, smell wet wool, old sweat, and the stench of alcohol.

'The... the damned drunk!'

He knew it!

Paranoia had never let him down, after all…

Sunny was laying on the floor in an awkward pose, while the attacker was on the bed, a split second away from coming down with the deadly blade in his hand — it was a mundane knife, but here in Mirage City, even a mundane blade had the power to make Sunny bleed.

It had the power to make him die.

His senses were gone, his Aspect was gone… however, his skill and experience were still with him. Sunny did not possess the power of a Sovereign anymore, but he was still the person who had become a Sovereign.

And that was his most frightening quality, by far — a strength far more important than his Aspect, Attributes, and Domain had ever been.

Instead of trying to rise, Sunny kicked the cheap bed with all his might. It slid half a meter back, throwing the moving attacker off balance — the dark silhouette swayed and fell, crashing into the floor.

There was the sound of empty bottles breaking, and glass shards were suddenly everywhere.

Grabbing a curtain, Sunny pulled it down while jumping to his feet. The shoddily attached curtain pole snapped, and the cold light of electric street lights poured into the small apartment.

His pale skin, lean muscles, and the coils of the black serpent tattooed across his body were revealed in that light.

The eerie, glassy eyes of the supposed drunk were revealed, too.freew\e bnovel.com

Sunny looked at him with a calm, cold gaze of a seasoned killer.

"You have some nerve, coming after a cop. Who sent you?"

Instead of answering, the drunk lunged forward.

The man looked like a drunk and smelled like a drunk… but he moved with the speed and deadly precision of a trained assassin.

'Assassins, huh? That is a new one…'

There weren't any professional assassins left in the real world. There were consummate slayers proficient in killing quietly, sure, but who had time to specialize in assassinating people when there were hordes of Nightmare Creatures roaming both the Dream Realm and Earth? There was no stable employment in that, so even for those who did do such work, it was merely a part-time job.

Sunny had envisioned himself as one such quiet killer once, though, so he felt a little resentful of the man who had entered his apartment to end his life.

Catching the man's wrist, Sunny turned, isolating the enemy's arm between his own and his torso, then slammed the palm of his other hand into the killer's fist. The knife rattled as it fell on the floor, and he immediately spun, tensing his abdominal muscles — and not a second too soon.

The assassin's fist crashed into the steel barrier of his muscles, and at the same time, Sunny's elbow caught the man in the side of the head.

Disoriented, the man staggered toward the window and turned, shielding his head with one arm.

The other reached toward his belt and pulled out a strange contraption. It had a short stubby barrel and a revolving cylinder protruding from the middle of its metal frame, with a ring protecting the assassin's index finger, but not the rest of them.

'That's… an ancient gun.'

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