I was betrayed by the one I trusted most.
My entire life, everything I believed in, was a lie.

I lived for my father.
Endured every pain for the sake of his revenge.
After years of bone-breaking training, I became the perfect assassin.

I believed in him my whole life. I lived only for him.
I even killed people for him.

And yet... he wasn’t my real father.
The man I killed was.

Deceived by a devil and manipulated into killing my real father,
I drank the poison he offered me, and died.

Or so I thought.

But when I opened my eyes, my body was small again.
I had returned to my childhood.

I didn’t know why or how,
but this was clearly a second chance granted by the heavens.
A chance to punish the man who deceived me, used me,
and discarded me once I had outlived my usefulness.

I made up my mind.
He’ll pay for what he did to me, with his life.