Chapter 686: Where Are You Going?!
Zeke only felt surprised for a second before he quickly readjusted his emotions. This was not the first time he had experienced a terrorist attack in the simulation, yet last time, the situation had been very chaotic with a bunch of men intruding into the Imperial Palace carrying guns, cannons and bombs with them. And he had died in the middle of running away.
This time, the institute had finally made some changes to the scenario.
It was not a group, but a single man’s doing. He had chased away the servants and killed every member of the royalty, leaving only the King for the last. Zeke glanced at his dying Imperial Father with not even a hint of compassion in his eyes. Instead, he was more interested in observing the assassin.
Standing in the middle of a hall full of corpses with the overcast sky and heavy snowflakes as a backdrop, he painted a very picturesque yet bizarre image, almost as if he had walked straight out of an oil painting.
Zeke was surprised to find that the assassin was so young, at most only one or two years older than him. Blood had splattered all over his body, almost turning his black clothing damp. The crimson streak across his cheek became all the more striking against his fair complexion and bright blonde hair.
He looked more dead than alive. Just like God of death, or a grim reaper who was here to reap these sinful souls.
Zeke knew some insider information. Usually, the researchers would create virtual characters based on themselves, it was just like how an artist would leave a signature on their painting. He combed through his memory, yet he still could not pinpoint which researcher this blonde assassin was based on.
Amidst the thick tension in the air, nothing could be heard except for the King’s laborious breathing. Perhaps he had known that the only way forward for him was death, he simply threw caution to the wind and sneered, his tone taunting. "I didn’t expect... Minister Lu’s grandson would come to knock on my door. Say... if he were to see you right now... what would he think...?"
The assassin was still gazing down at him coldly as though what the King said was nothing more than a fleeting breeze.