Upon waking up, it was already the early hours of the next day for Bai.

In the room where she lived, there were no time-telling tools, so waking up early was solely reliant on herself.

Bai’s internal clock was rather unique, the kind that could be adjusted at any time.

On days when there were no tasks to be done, allowing for a peaceful lie-in, she could easily sleep from the previous night right through to the next afternoon;

Conversely, when needing to sleep less or not at all, Bai could go days without closing her eyes.

The reason she woke up early today was not only due to the unusual circumstances lately, but more importantly, the necessity to complete her tasks.

Morning was the time when people were least on guard.

If she were to make a move to assassinate, choosing this early morning hour at five o'clock today was undoubtedly the most suitable.

If Wang Xiaole had already fallen asleep and had not woken up by now, she would let the big brother enjoy a pleasant surprise in his slumber;

If Wang Xiaole, out of precaution, had woken up earlier than usual, that also worked fine;

Those who had just awakened were not in their best physical and mental state compared to when fully awake;

The chances of success would be higher if she made her move at that time.

Considering all the factors, Bai realized:

Now was the best time for her to achieve her goal!

The previous night's sleep was in preparation for her full-on work now.

Thinking about it, Bai turned over her sleeping mat, silently took out her dagger, and began cutting without making a sound.

The floor being hand-cut was the one that had been tampered with last night.

Normally, one would only need to cut once to open the floor;

But last night, when Bai climbed back to the third floor along the rope, she used the glue she had with her to stick the floor back on, in order to prevent others from entering her room.

The quality of the glue was unquestionable, after applying more of it, the effect was as if the floor was welded shut, requiring a knife to cut through.

When Bai had completed this task silently, she repeated her actions from yesterday, habitually lowering herself along the rope.

At the moment her feet were about to touch the ground, she leaped down and entered the target room.

Considering the failure of her first attempt, this time she didn't focus on the bed but specifically opened the wardrobe and looked inside from the outside.

There were signs that someone had slept inside, but now it was empty.

Where could the big brother be?

Bai didn't spend too much time pondering this question, as she heard chopping sounds coming from the makeshift kitchen connected to the room.

Last night, Wang Xiaole had been on guard against Charley for the entire night, only emerging from the wardrobe at daybreak.

Thanks to the prolonged battle of wits, he had not slept a wink all night, feeling too restless to fall asleep.

Since he couldn't sleep, Wang Xiaole decided to flip the page of "resting eyes" and just start a new day directly!

A new day, with nothing else to do, why not try making himself breakfast like he used to.

Can he cook?

Yes, never forget his profession.

Rangers are divided into two types, professional and amateur.

The latter is hard to describe, being a ranger out of sheer interest;

Also, these rangers often have short-lived enthusiasm and find it difficult to love this profession, let alone rely on it for a living.

In today's world, there are many young masters who live comfortably at home with food, drinks, and entertainment, yet insist on calling themselves "wandering knights" with adolescent fantasies.

These amateur enthusiasts not only lack professional skills but also lack survival skills. When they are hungry, they can't even make a bowl of noodles.

In contrast, professional wandering knights are versatile and successful in their field, showcasing self-reliance. One such representative, Wang Xiaole, could have been a head chef at a restaurant if it weren't for his peculiar personality and aversion to regular jobs.

The timing was perfect when Bai, a young girl who happened to be standing behind Wang Xiaole, witnessed him entering the kitchen.

Perhaps triggered by a sudden memory, Wang Xiaole paused while cutting vegetables, recalling Charley's suggestion from last night. "Oh, I also have to prepare breakfast for Bai, almost forgot."

The young girl behind Wang Xiaole knew it well - "Bai" was the new name given to herself by the older brother in front of her.

To be honest, Bai didn't particularly like this name and preferred to be called "Silver Blade." However, the moment Bai hesitated during a crucial moment had nothing to do with this name.

Just a second ago, didn't Wang Xiaole mention that he had to prepare breakfast for Bai? This action was unexpected to Bai.

As an assassin, Bai possessed an unmatched sense of suspicion and had entertained the idea if the brother, who resembled prey, was planning to poison her food under the guise of making breakfast.

The absurd thought came and went quickly, promptly countered by the realization that it was improbable. If the brother was also making breakfast for himself, poisoning her food would risk poisoning himself too.

Was it possible that the brother's reason for making her breakfast was indeed out of concern for her?

As this speculation crossed Bai's mind, her hand, preparing to make a swift stab, hesitated momentarily. She wasn't accustomed to taking lives and couldn't bring herself to commit such a cruel act.

Since being adopted as an orphan by the "Disaster Elusion," Bai had only learned one thing from the past until now. While her peers were enjoying parental care and planning to buy new clothes, Bai was engaged in life-and-death battles on the training field.

Apart from voluntarily recruiting beastkin women into the organization, the "Disaster Elusion" also rescued and raised a considerable number of abandoned infants of the same kind.

For the organization, the best assassin was one who only knew how to do one thing: assassinate.

Among the children adopted at the same time as Bai, only she remained today, out of the initial thousand children. All thousand children were raised by the leader.

Although the leader, who was called "mom," didn't personally raise each child, there was one perspective she always emphasized: "You are all important to mom, and everything you experience will be for me!"

This statement was a rationale. For the individuals involved, explaining this rationale took no more than ten seconds.

The effects that this can bring about are significant enough to have a profound impact, becoming the sole meaning of children's existence.

Those children who listen to their mothers, from the day they can walk, are all honing their skills of killing;

those children who listen to their mothers, need not have their own thoughts, as long as they keep their mothers happy;

those children who listen to their mothers, are arranged to mutually slaughter one day, and then nine hundred and ninety-nine of them die with smiles on their faces;

and among them, some are the ones whose lives are taken.

To kill or be killed, the options provided by mothers are nothing more than these two, but the cruelty lies in:

only one spot for survival, no quitting halfway, no conceding, or else mother would be heartbroken...

In this kind of upbringing, a thousand beastkin children all face the same choice:

either choose to maintain a kind heart, and be happily killed by the siblings who grew up with them;

or let themselves become the sole survivor in the carnage!

Bai didn't want to die, even though she didn't know at the time that there were many delicious foods and fun toys in the world, not understanding all the beauty of being a "person," her thoughts remained stubborn:

she didn't want to die!

Because after death, she wouldn't see her mother again, nor receive any praise.

In this era, good children usually don't live to see the day they grow up, so on the day Bai stayed alive, she became a bad child.

The feeling of being covered in blood is uncomfortable, Bai can never get used to this sensation, but she eagerly awaits the experiences after reaching this state;

whenever she returns in this state, mother always warmly embraces her, then gives her the corresponding reward, gently patting her head.

Actually, for Bai, it doesn't matter whether or not she gets paid, or if she is the top assassin;

after all, she is different from those assassins without goals, there is always a driving force in her heart with each action.

Due to the presence of this driving force, even though Bai has been to many places for missions, she never thought of finding a new home;

she has seen many people living freely, whatever their lives may be like, they still have the choice of their own lifestyle;

but Bai doesn't have that kind of power, even if her strength surpasses many, she has no way to compare with ordinary people;

but that doesn't matter, just like the advice she received in the past:

"Mother's happiness is your greatest joy!"

If someone else were in Bai's shoes, perhaps they would have thought of escaping from being an assassin, leaving the organization, and starting a new life somewhere...

but others are not her, so they couldn't understand:

why escape?

She is satisfied with her current life, never considering leaving the place where she grew up, to go somewhere else afterwards.

Quitting being an assassin is trivial, it's just that once she leaves her mother, how could she survive in the future in what way?

Bai doesn't know, knows nothing;

she has been educated by the kindly "mother" and has become someone unable to survive after leaving that "home".

From the perspective of the original motivation for hard work, no one is purer than Bai, and no one is more pitiful than her can be found.

Such as she, due to the care of outsiders, may have a moment of softness, but she will never hesitate for long.

I'm sorry!

Silently, Bai apologizes in the direction of her big brother, then with all her strength, she thrusts a dagger forward.