Cain desperately yearned to become stronger as quickly as possible.
Once, he had not hesitated to sacrifice his precious eyes in exchange for a chance to escape the High Table.
However, what he never expected was that the insatiable High Table had no intention of letting him go so easily.
Even though he was already blind, he was still forced to continue working for it.
What was even more despicable was that after discovering his daughter was his weakness, they used her to threaten him.
If he failed to complete the mission objective, then his beloved daughter would die in place of the target.
Facing such a desperate situation, Cain knew that only by becoming incredibly strong could he break free from the shackles of the High Table and completely eliminate anyone who dared to threaten him.
He secretly resolved to become like his close friend, John Wick.
John Wick had killed someone inside the Continental Hotel—a place where killing is absolutely forbidden.
But what was the result?
Whether it was the hotel manager, the adjudicator, or the powerful Elders, all of them failed without exception.
Hundreds of assassins, entire family forces, and even an Elder had died at John's hands.
To this day, the entire leadership of the High Table remained terrified of John Wick.
Internally, there was an unprecedented and serious disagreement over whether they should continue pursuing him.
Some lords were unyielding, insisting that no matter the cost, the pursuit must continue.
After all, rules were rules.
If they did not enforce them, how could they explain themselves to those above them?
However, other lords believed that they had already lost nearly a fifth of their forces and spent hundreds of millions of resources for the sake of just one man.
Continuing would simply be too great a loss.
John Wick had become too large a sinkhole of resources.
They had established the High Table to make money.
There was no need to continue investing in a losing business.
John Wick already possessed the ability to disregard their rules, so provoking him further was unnecessary.
Besides, it wasn't as if he would live forever.
They only needed to wait.
John Wick was already nearly sixty years old.
In a few more years, would he still be able to wield a gun?
At that point, anyone could deal with him.
There was no need to continue wasting massive resources on someone who merely sought peace and wished to spend his remaining years quietly.
The two sides argued fiercely over this issue.
Each held firmly to their own position, and even now no final conclusion had been reached.
John Wick's actions made Cain deeply understand the meaning of the phrase:
Strike once, and deter a hundred.
Only by making the High Table fear him could Cain and his daughter live peaceful lives.
Only then could his daughter's safety truly be guaranteed.
However, if he wanted to rapidly increase his strength, Cain urgently needed a large amount of spiritual energy.
After some searching, using the basic knowledge provided by the Cyber Dimension, he learned many methods of absorbing spiritual energy.
Among them, the most common and fundamental method was to rely on one's own spiritual energy to gather scattered spiritual power from the surroundings.
Although this method was relatively safe, its progress was extremely slow.
It required immense daily concentration and effort, yet the results were almost negligible.
At his current cultivation speed within the city, even practicing diligently for an entire month would barely fill the spiritual energy reserves of a single acupoint.
"If only there were a spiritual energy–rich treasure land…"
According to the records of the Cyber Dimension, such treasure lands overflow with spiritual energy.
Cultivating there for one day is equivalent to ten days of practice in the outside world.
Some treasure lands even nurture rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
As the name suggests, these are rare treasures formed by the condensation of massive amounts of spiritual energy.
Such resources not only contain immense energy but can also grant elemental attributes to the spiritual energy within the body and greatly improve its quality.
However, for Cain, all of this was nothing more than a beautiful fantasy.
Let alone rare treasures like heavenly materials and earthly treasures—he had never even seen a place containing a trace of spiritual energy.
It was as if he were the only cultivator in this world.
No matter how far he searched, he found nothing.
He could not even find like-minded individuals with whom he could explore, exchange knowledge, or trade valuable resources.
Yet despite these difficult circumstances, Cyber Cultivators were not limited to a single path.
Aside from traditional cultivation methods, there were many unconventional ways to quickly obtain spiritual energy.
One such method was entering the Cyber Dimension and forging contracts with powerful entities.
By fulfilling their demands or pleasing them, cultivators could receive spiritual energy as a reward.
The exact amount depended entirely on the entity's mood.
If the entity was generous, the reward could be great.
If it was stingy, one might receive nothing at all.
However, the Cyber Dimension was filled with countless dangers and unknown horrors.
Cain feared that the moment he appeared there, he might be devoured by those powerful entities before even forming a contract.
The final method was sacrifice.
Sacrificing offerings to the Cyber Dimension.
Whether it was fresh life, corpses, or even worthless discarded items—anything offered after signing a contract with the Cyber Dimension would receive corresponding feedback.
This method seemed simple and brutal.
Yet to Cain, it felt almost tailor-made.
Cain was an assassin.
A top assassin.
Killing was his profession.
Give him a name, and he would end that person's life.
That was his job.
And during his missions, couldn't the people he killed become sacrifices offered to the great Cyber Dimension?
Wouldn't their deaths become the capital for his own growth?
"Hm… it seems I'll have to return to my old profession."
Cain murmured softly as he slowly picked up his cane and walked toward the Continental Hotel in Paris.
The Continental Hotel was one of the central strongholds of the assassin organization.
It gathered elites and desperadoes from all over the world.
Cain himself had once been among the very best there.
Upon entering the hotel, Cain walked directly to the bar.
He placed a shining gold coin on the counter and quietly asked the concierge:
"I need a job. Preferably one involving many people—and a generous reward."
The gold coin was not ordinary currency.
It was a special assassin coin issued by the High Table.
It symbolized not only wealth but also an assassin's achievements and reputation.
Such coins could not be purchased with ordinary money.
They could only be earned through completing missions.
For every $100,000 worth of missions, an assassin would receive one gold coin.
Within the High Table, the more gold coins one possessed, the greater their status and authority.
And Cain—
As the number one assassin—
Held more than one hundred of these incredibly valuable coins in his possession.
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