[New] Betrayed by Sister, he gets a second chance! God level Assassin, I’m the Shadow | Chapter 1-82

[0:00]Howdy folks. Welcome to panel pursuit, where stories come to life. Let's dive in. In a world of darkness, betrayal cuts deeper than any blade. She Feng, once a man who gave everything for his sister is stabbed in the back. But fate has other plans. Sent back in time, he returns stronger, colder, and more ruthless than ever before. Now, armed with unimaginable power, he becomes the god-level assassin, the shadow that strikes fear into those who wronged him. No more mercy, no more weakness. The time for revenge has come. This is his second chance. Revenge is just the beginning. Prepare for the hunt.

[1:14]The story begins in a scene of utter devastation. The ground is littered with the lifeless remains of monstrous creatures. Their grotesque forms scattered like discarded toys, evidence of a brutal clash. Standing amidst the carnage is a young girl, her grip tight around a dagger that glows with an ominous, poisonous aura, an artifact from a dark world. She turns to Qin Feng, her voice dripping with a blend of admiration and disdain, a dangerous smirk curling at her lips as she declares, you really are something special. Qin Feng, barely able to stand, lies a top the carcass of a defeated behemoth, his body drenched in blood. His breaths come ragged, each one a reminder of the battle he's just fought. His little sister watches him coldly, acknowledging his impressive feat. Despite his limited lifespan of only 100 years, he had managed to survive the ruins of the ancient gods and defeat a horde of monsters. Yet, she isn't here to celebrate his victory. Her eyes gleam with something far darker as she reveals her true intent, to claim the artifact, the Eye of Judgment, that he fought so hard to acquire. Through the blood soaked haze of his vision, Qin Feng locks eyes with her, his heart pounding in his chest. The rage is barely contained in his trembling voice as he demands, why, sister, why betray me now, at this moment when I need you most? His voice shakes with the weight of his betrayal. Her response is ice cold, her words cutting through the air like a blade. You're not my brother, Qin Feng. You're just an adopted child. I owe you nothing. The words strike like a slap to the face, the world around him seeming to crumble. His little sister, the one he had protected, sacrificed everything for, now dismisses him so casually, as if their entire bond was nothing but a lie. Behind her, a blond figure steps forward, his demeanor calm, yet mocking. Song Fe, the one person Qin Feng had once trusted, now reveals his true nature. She's right, he says, his voice smooth and taunting. You were never really family. You've always been nothing more than a tool to us. Your love for her was just a weapon we used to get what we wanted. Song Fei's words are the final blow. The dagger his sister wields, the soul reaver, had been designed with a singular purpose, to drain Qin Feng's life force. All of it. A master plan orchestrated by them from the start. The truth burns through him like acid. The sacrifices, the countless dangers he faced for her. Everything had been a part of their game. Fury surges through Qin Feng's veins, and his memories flash before his eyes. The day their parents died, the promise he made to protect her. He had been the shield, the protector, and now, in this moment, everything he had done was nothing but a stepping stone to their twisted goals. He remembers the countless dangers they faced together, and how he had fought tooth and nail for her survival. But now, now, she calls him a burden. His sister's voice, tinged with resentment, cuts through his thoughts. You controlled me, Qin Feng. You tried to dictate my every move, pretending it was for my own good. I'm free of that now. We don't need you anymore, not with the Eye of Judgment in our hands. Her words are a final dismissal, a brutal rejection of everything he ever believed. His body shakes with a mixture of disbelief and rage. But before he can act on the fury threatening to consume him, Song Fei lunges at him with deadly precision. His sword strikes with lightning speed, severing Qin Feng's neck in a single, brutal motion. The pain is overwhelming, and everything goes black. As his life fades away, Qin Feng's last thoughts are of the world he's leaving behind. A world irrevocably changed by the gods' game. It began in 2025, a forgotten game that altered humanity's very existence. Life became a currency, death was a cost, and monsters, dangerous, relentless monsters, roamed the land. Players could extract powers from the game at the cost of their own lifespan. Those who survived became gods in their own right, capable of impossible feats. Qin Feng had fought through it all, clawing his way to the top, becoming one of the strongest individuals in the world. He had reached the ruins of the ancient gods, overcome unimaginable odds, and secured the Eye of Judgment. But now, all his sacrifices were for nothing. His life had been a tool, used by those he trusted most. As the world around him fades to nothingness, Qin Feng swears, if he is given another chance, he will live only for himself. No more sacrifices, no more selflessness. This time, he would be his own master. And then, everything changes. Qin Feng's eyes snap open. He is in his bed, unscathed, disoriented. He looks at his phone, eyes going wide as he sees the date, 2025. The day the gods' game began. His heart races as the truth hits him. He has been reborn, nine years in the past. Staring out of the window, he feels the weight of this second chance pressing down on him. The world outside remains blissfully unaware of the coming storm, but he knows what's to come. This time, he will not be a pawn. This time, he will live for himself. The silence of his morning is shattered as his little sister storms into the room, her face flushed with anger. She demands, why haven't you answered my calls? Qin Feng doesn't react. His gaze unwavering as he calmly sips his coffee. She rages, kicking over a trash bin in frustration. He watches her tantrum with cool detachment, his mind drifting back to the day everything changed in his past life. It had been the day the gods' game arrived, the day he argued with her about Song Fei. Song Fei, the idol who had captured her heart, was nothing but a charlatan in his eyes. He had seen through the polished exterior, recognized the manipulative predator behind the glamour. But his sister had been blind to it. The truth, now painfully clear, had always been there, waiting to surface. Qin Feng's determination to protect his sister from Song Fei's manipulative schemes had led him to take a drastic step. He forbade her from associating with him. He thought he was saving her from the idol's toxic influence, but all his efforts had done was alienate her. Instead of gratitude, he was met with accusations. She blamed him for controlling her life, dictating her every decision. It was as if every action he had taken to safeguard her had only forged a deeper rift between them. Now, her tirade continued, her voice seething with anger. It's your fault, she spat. Song Fei dropped in the idol rankings because of you. You didn't give me the money to support him, did you? If you had just helped, everything would have been fine. Her words were like daggers, each one driven deep into his chest. The entitlement, the venomous anger. It was all too much for him to bear. But Qin Feng, once patient and understanding, had reached his limit. He didn't just hear the words. He felt them, deep in his soul. In a swift, cold motion, he stepped forward, his hand cutting through the air, a slap, sharp and precise, landed across her cheek with an almost deafening crack. The force of the blow sent her stumbling, her wide eyes filled with shock as she staggered backward. Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands instinctively clutching her stinging cheek. She stood frozen for a moment, trembling, before her voice broke the silence. How could you? How could you hate me like that? Qin Feng didn't flinch. His eyes were cold, a glint of menace hidden beneath his calm exterior. I don't have the time to argue with you today, he said, his voice low and steely. But if you keep screaming, I will silence you. Do you understand? He reached into his pocket, pulling out a golden credit card, the last remaining symbol of their parents' legacy. Without a second thought, he tossed it at her, the card landing at her feet with a quiet clink. This card holds every penny our parents left for you. Despite all the hardships I've faced, I've never touched a scent of it. But now, I'm giving it all to you. His tone shifted slightly, almost detached, as he added, I won't argue with you anymore. Spend it how you wish, but know this, from this day forward, I no longer consider you my sister. He turned his back on her then, walking out of the room with the door slamming shut behind him. The sound of her sobs followed him, but he didn't look back. In his room, the weight of his decision crashed down on him. He thought of everything he had sacrificed in his past life. Everything he had given up to protect her. The hidden treasures, the powerful locations he had deliberately avoided within the gods' game, all for her safety. The risks he took, the chances he never seized. He had always put her first. But now, as he stood on the brink of returning to the gods' game, he felt something he had never felt before, freedom. He was no longer bound by her safety, no longer a slave to her needs. He took a deep breath, staring at the sleeping pills in his hand, ready to dive back into the game. This time, he wouldn't be held back. He wouldn't protect anyone but himself. The knowledge he had gained in his previous life, every victory, every sacrifice, would now be his weapon, his tool for survival. His sister and everyone else, would have to survive without him. She would have to learn to navigate the world on her own. No more guidance, no more protection. And Song Fei, the idol who had been the cause of his downfall, would pay. Qin Feng's eyes hardened, his jaw clenched. I will kill you, Song Fei, he vowed to himself. You will regret everything you've done. The scene shifted. Qin Feng now found himself standing in a grand, otherworldly hall, the Hall of Profession Selection. It was a place players visited to select their paths in the gods' game, a crucial decision that would define their futures. In his previous life, he had been nervous, unsure, overwhelmed by the weight of his choice. But today, with the weight of experience bearing down on him, he moved with confidence, his mind clear. In his past life, he had chosen the warrior class, an honorable choice, one born from a desire to protect. But now, with no one left to protect but himself, he knew that the warrior class no longer served him. Speed, mobility, and the ability to strike quickly, those were his priorities now. Without hesitation, he reached for the mirror that stood before him, his hand brushing against its cool surface. As his fingers touched the glass, a brilliant blue light enveloped him, and a system window materialized in front of him. The system chimed, informing him that the Eye of Judgment, the artifact he had claimed, had already been bound to him. The Eye activated immediately, and with a low hum, a massive, otherworldly eye appeared behind him, its gaze powerful and all knowing. Another system message appeared, detailing the attributes of the Eye. Might of Judgment and the passive ability, Might. Qin Feng's lips curled into a small smile as he processed the information. The power of the Eye surged through him, making him feel like he was on the verge of something monumental. Could it be that the artifact had truly chosen him? Had its bond with him persisted, even through his rebirth? He speculated that the Eye of Judgment was what had brought him back to life in the first place. Could it be that the Eye had given him a second chance to rewrite his destiny? Before he could contemplate further, a dark, swirling aura began to seep into his body. The system congratulated him, announcing that he had unlocked a hidden profession. The aura surrounded him completely, and when it dissipated, Qin Feng stood, transformed. His hair had turned an ashen white, and an aura of overwhelming power radiated from him. The system informed him that he had become a Shadow Deity, a high-level hidden assassin class far superior to the warrior class he had chosen in his past life. Qin Feng's hands clenched into fists as he absorbed the information. The Shadow Deity class was rare, coveted, and granted incredible power. The transformation had been nothing short of fate. His fingers brushed over his face, a small smile tugging at his lips. He had defied the odds, and now the world would feel his wrath. The system detailed the powers granted by the Eye of Judgment. The first, Authority of Judgment, was an ancient, primordial power that defied the laws of reality itself. The system clarified that without divinity, Qin Feng couldn't wield the full force of this power, but its passive effects would give him a distinct edge over any other player. With his new class and powers, Qin Feng knew his destiny had just begun. No longer a pawn, no longer shackled by others. This time, the game was his to win. Qin Feng's mind raced as the revelations sank in. In his past life, it wasn't until the seventh year of the gods' game that humanity even knew of the existence of the power of order. A lone, powerful individual had somehow escaped the game world and ventured into the land of order, revealing the transcendent force hidden within. Yet, despite countless attempts, no one had ever been able to seize it. Now, standing at the crossroads of his own journey, Qin Feng realizes that he holds the original authority, a power that could nullify all rules, a force capable of bending reality itself. His expression hardens, and for the first time, his goals shift. Revenge alone isn't enough. The true path lies beyond simple vengeance. If he can escape the confines of the gods' game, reach the land of order, and obtain divinity, he will unlock the full potential of the Authority of Judgment. The very fabric of existence could be reshaped by his hand. The air around him seems to hum with this new found power. But before he can fully contemplate the weight of it, a system screen materializes in front of him. Its glowing text demands action. He must choose a code name to be known by in this game. For a moment, he stands still, considering his options. A name that reflects his new identity, his rebirth into something far greater than before. Shadow, he thinks, a name born from the very darkness that surrounds his new profession. It feels fitting, almost prophetic. He confirms the name, and the system acknowledges it. A dark aura begins to swirl around him, the air thickening with its oppressive presence. The system's voice echoes in his mind, announcing that he is about to enter the game world. Earth, abandoned by gods, it intones, laying bare the grim reality of the world he now faces. Qin Feng's mind sharpens. Players will earn tradable life by slaying monsters, a valuable commodity, in this broken world. But there's a catch. Death in the game comes at a cost. Half of both tradable and non-tradable life will be deducted if he falls. The stakes couldn't be higher. The scene shifts to Shell Town, the starter village. A place of fleeting peace amidst the chaos. It's a sanctuary where monsters cannot enter, and players are forbidden from attacking one another. It is here that Qin Feng steps into this new world, taking in the disorder around him. Other players, fresh to the game, scramble in confusion, their faces etched with disbelief. Some are pacing, murmuring about how they simply fell asleep only to wake up here, in this nightmare, thrust into a game they didn't choose. Qin Feng, however, remains calm, his gaze sharp. While the others flounder in panic, he watches them carefully. He knows what's coming. The strong will emerge, powerful individuals from across the globe, each intent on reshaping the world in their own image. If he is to survive, he must act quickly. He must stay ahead of them, always one step ahead. As he moves through the village, his presence doesn't go unnoticed. His custom-made attire, paired with the dark aura that clings to him, sets him apart from the others. Whispers ripple through the crowd, speculation running rampant. One player, an assassin like him, eyes the dagger at his side, but falters. Unlike the others, Qin Feng's aura is something more, a palpable force that demands attention. It's not just his appearance that draws intrigue. It's the air of power he exudes. Just as Qin Feng approaches the edge of the town, a group of players stumbles into view. Their faces are pale, their movements hesitant. Death in the game, it seems, isn't permanent. Instead of perishing for good, players are returned to Shell Town. Their lives spared, but at a cost. The group consists of three men and one woman, and their frustration is palpable. They vent their anger over their recent encounter with a level one creeper monster, one that nearly wiped them out with a single bite. We couldn't even take it down, one of the men complains, his voice dripping with humiliation. It bit me once, and I lost half my life. We barely made a dent in it, another man groans. It's too strong, the third man states, his body trembling, his life hanging by a thread. He's clearly shaken, his confidence shattered by the encounter. They turn to the woman, who appears to be their leader, for guidance. But before she can respond, her gaze falls on Qin Feng. Qin Feng, in turn, studies her. Unlike the others, she wields a long bow, a rare weapon in this world, one that immediately signals she must possess a hidden profession. His eyes narrow, intrigued. This woman is no ordinary player. The woman, sensing an opportunity, approaches him cautiously. We could team up, she suggests. The monsters outside are too strong for any one person to handle. We've already encountered one, and though we failed, we've learned something. We can help each other. Qin Feng's lips twitch with amusement, but he doesn't show it. Inside, he can't help but laugh at her logic. The only experience they have, he thinks, is dying. I prefer to work alone, he replies, his tone polite yet firm. Her face falters, and the men in her group exchange glances. They mutter among themselves, questioning Qin Feng's arrogance. How could he possibly take on the monsters by himself when four of them couldn't even manage a single one?