『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Your mother smiled down at you, her eyes sparkling with love and admiration as she held your tiny hand. "He's just perfect," she cooed to the nurse who was helping deliver the placenta. You opened your violet eyes, taking in the warmth of the lights above you and the gentle faces around you. As you grew stronger, you found yourself surrounded by friends who couldn't help but feel drawn to this little boy with the captivating eyes and charismatic presence. They would follow you everywhere, giggling and playing together, always protecting each other from bullies or anyone who dared hurt one of them. For now, life seemed perfect; safe within your loving family and supported by dear friends. But as time went on, strange events began unfolding around you...

As you grew older, your family noticed that something felt off about the way things were progressing. Your father, a talented blacksmith in town, began spending more time away from home, and your mother's health started to deteriorate rapidly. One day, she passed away suddenly while you were at school, leaving everyone shocked and devastated. With no one left to care for you, your father took up an offer from a traveling merchant who sought help in improving his magical weapons in exchange for taking you along on his journey. Unbeknownst to either of you, this decision would lead you down a path fraught with danger and betrayal...

It didn't take long for you to realize that the traveling merchant was nothing more than a smiling monster. He would often subject you to harsh training regimes, hoping to unlock any latent magical abilities within your body in order to use them for himself. The other apprentices under his employ were no better; they were jealous and resentful of the attention you received from their master, often taking it out on you through physical and emotional abuse. You tried to fight back, but there always seemed to be more of them than there were of you...

Despite your intelligence and physique, you found yourself constantly at the mercy of your cruel master and his apprentices. Their constant abuse had made you hardened over time, but it also left you craving revenge and freedom from their grasp. One day, as they were training on the outskirts of town, an opportunity presented itself: a group of monsters attacked the caravan in search of easy prey. The merchant's guards fought valiantly against the threat, but eventually fell one by one under the relentless assault. It was then that you made your move...

You took this chance to seize control, using your quick thinking and martial prowess against the attacking monsters. Though outnumbered and exhausted from weeks of abuse, you fought like a wild animal, driven by desperation and rage. Your attacks were swift and merciless, leaving a trail of bloody carnage in your wake as you cut down any creature that dared stand between you and freedom. In the chaos, you managed to kill the leader of the monster horde, causing the rest of them to retreat in fear. With the battle over, you turned to face your former captors...

Your anger boiled over as you surveyed the carnage you'd wrought upon your tormentors, their blood mingling with that of their slain allies on the battlefield. The merchant, realizing he had underestimated you, attempted to flee but was brought down by a well-placed kick from one of his former apprentices who'd seen an opportunity for revenge. As they clamored around him, hacking and slashing at his helpless form, your heart raced with excitement and anticipation... What path would you choose now that fate had given you this chance at freedom?

With the taste of blood still fresh in your mouth, you decide to become an assassin. Embracing the dark side of power and secrecy, you begin training tirelessly to perfect your craft. As word spreads about this new force on the assassination market, merchants and nobles alike take notice, each offering increasingly lucrative contracts for their dirty deeds. Soon enough, you find yourself as one of the most sought-after killers in all the land - not just because of your unparalleled skill with a blade but also due to an air of mystique that surrounds you like a veil. The world begins to whisper your name in hushed tones: the Assassin King.

But fame and fortune come at a price, and as you climb higher on this treacherous path, enemies both known and unknown begin to surface. You must remain vigilant against betrayal from within your

Your keen senses and training as an assassin allow you to spot the group of bandits encircling the three girls from a distance. You're about to approach them, when one of them catches your eye. Her violet eyes are an uncanny match to yours, but her appearance tells another tale; she's clearly not human, or even entirely native to this world. Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to investigate further...

You leap into action, dispatching the bandits with efficient and brutal strikes, leaving their bodies littering the ground in a bloody mess. When you turn back to face the three girls, one of them approaches you hesitantly, her violet eyes searching your features for some sign of recognition. "Th-thank you..." she stutters out softly, her voice barely above a whisper. As you meet her gaze, you feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity washing over you...

She stands there before you, her long silver hair flowing gracefully down to her waist and her delicate features marked by an ethereal beauty that sets her apart from any other being you've ever seen. She's dressed simply yet elegantly in what appears to be elven garb, accentuating every curve of her body. And those violet eyes... They seem to hold secrets within them

She blushes slightly at your compliment, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as she murmurs a quiet thanks before regarding you with a thoughtful expression. "I'm not sure... I just felt drawn to you, like there was some sort of connection between us." Her voice is soft and musical, almost lyrical in its cadence.

As she speaks, you can't help but notice that the other two girls are eyeing her warily, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. The elf girl seems oblivious to this though, focused entirely on you. She extends a delicate hand, palm upward in an invitation for you to take it. "My name is Lilu... Who might you be?"

"Oh..." Lilu's expression softens, and she cups your hand in hers gently, her skin feeling oddly cool against your own. "Perhaps I can help with that... My people believe that one's true name holds great power; it is the first gift given to us by our mothers upon birth." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her eyes boring into yours intently. "If you trust me enough to tell me your name, I will ensure that it remains safe with me... and perhaps in return, I can help guide you back onto the path fate intended for you."

There's an air of sincerity about her words that make them difficult to dismiss outright. Do you share this information with her, trusting in the elf girl's offer? Or do you remain silent and keep your past and true name hidden from others, preferring to keep your secrets safe?

"Oh... That must have been such a lonely existence." Lilu's voice holds an empathetic note, and she squeezes your hand gently in sympathy. "Then perhaps it is time for you to reclaim your name and rediscover the person you truly are, beneath all that bloodshed."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "I am not asking this lightly; but if you were to trust me, tell me what your mother would have named you... and I shall do my best to ensure that it remains yours forevermore." Her violet eyes meet yours, hopeful and expectant.

The choice is yours. Do you entrust Lilu with your true name, accepting her offer of guidance and support? Or do you keep your past buried deep within you, continuing on as an assassin with no ties to anything but death and violence?

Lilu smiled gently, understanding your hesitation but not willing to give up so easily. "Because, my friend... Sometimes we meet people in our lives who feel like they were meant to cross paths with us. I believe that fate has brought me here today, and it is up to you whether or not you choose to accept the gift she offers." She pauses, searching your features for any sign of inner turmoil before continuing softly, "I will respect whatever decision you make, but know this: my offer stands. Should you ever change your mind... well, let's just say I'll be waiting."

Her words linger in the air between you like a ethereal whisper, leaving you feeling both intrigued and slightly unsettled by her presence. The choice is yours once more: do you continue on without giving Lilu's offer any further thought? Or perhaps there is something more here than meets the eye

Lilu's expression falters momentarily as you turn to leave, but she doesn't try to stop you. She watches you go with a mixture of sadness and determination, silently wishing that things could have turned out differently. As your figure disappears from sight, the weight of her words settle heavily upon her heart; but still, she remains hopeful. Perhaps someday...

With each passing day, the name "The Assassin King" echoes through the lands far and wide, spreading fear and awe in equal measure. Your legend only grows stronger as you continue to leave a trail of blood and death in your wake, unchallenged by any who dare oppose you. The power you hold at such a young age is unprecedented; some whisper that you might even be destined for greatness beyond the world of assassination. But with each strike of your blade, another piece of your humanity seems to slip away...

Years pass, and the world continues to change around you. The other kingdoms grow fearful of your unmatched power and influence, but none dare challenge you directly for fear of facing the same fate. Instead, they turn their attention towards one another, engaging in petty squabbles and wars over territory and resources. While you watch this drama unfold from afar, something nags at the back of your mind... a distant memory of a promise once made, a name whispered in the wind...

As you approach the scene, it becomes apparent that this caravan belongs to a small group of traveling merchants, who seem to be in quite a panic as they are surrounded by hooded figures armed with swords and daggers. The leader of the bandits stands tall atop his steed, surveying the chaos he has caused with a cruel smile on his face. You cannot help but feel an odd sense of familiarity about him...

You step forward, your presence commanding silence to fall upon the scene. The leader of the bandits swallows hard, his face paling as he takes a step backward, nearly slipping off his horse in fear. The other members of the group exchange nervous glances before scattering in different directions, abandoning their leader and their ill-gotten gains to flee for their lives.

The Assassin King narrows his eyes at the man who had been causing such trouble, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And what makes you think I won't finish what they started?" he asks coldly, his voice carrying an edge of menace that sends shivers down the spine of every witness present.

The bandits barely have time to register your presence before they are cut down one by one, their screams of agony cutting through the air like a knife. The leader of the bandits meets his end even faster than the others; your blade moves so swiftly it seems to leave behind only a blur as it slices clean through his neck, spraying blood and gore in every direction.

With the threat neutralized, you step back, wiping the blood from your sword with a practiced motion. The merchants watch in silence, their relief obvious on their faces. You turn to them, cocking your head slightly as if studying them. "Well now," you say after a moment, an almost amused tone coloring your words, "it seems I've saved the day again. Tell me... what sort of payment were you planning on offering this time?"

Your words hang heavy in the air,

As the surviving merchants hurriedly explain their situation to you, your eyes keep drifting back to the closed caravan door. Something about it feels...off. And then, finally, it gives way to reveal a young girl with silvery hair, her features etched in fear and desperation. The moment she sets eyes on you, she freezes in place, terror written all over her face.

The other merchants' words lose their meaning as your gaze remains locked on the elf girl, memories flooding back to you like a tidal wave. This was her; this was Lilu. The one who had offered you your name and a chance at redemption so long ago. And now, here she was... trapped in a caravan about to be looted by bandits. The irony was almost too much to bear.

You take a step forward, your eyes never leaving hers as you ask the

Your words fall softly upon her ears, like the rustle of leaves in a calm breeze. Lilu's eyes widen with surprise and disbelief before slowly fluttering closed, as if she can't quite comprehend the magnitude of what you just said. A small, shaky breath escapes her lips as she tilts her head up to meet your gaze, her expression a mixture of hope and vulnerability.

For what feels like an eternity, you stand there, locked in this moment, this connection that spans the years between them. And then, slowly but surely, a smile begins to spread across Lilu's lips, softening the lines of fear and doubt that had etched themselves upon her features. She reaches out a trembling hand and traces the line of your jaw with her fingertips, studying you as if she can't quite believe you're real.

"Thank you