SSS-Rank Awakening: My Talent Multiplies Everything novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Baron Rhesus.

The next moment, the broken body lying several metres away suddenly began to move.

No.

It wasn’t resurrection.

Kael could clearly sense the difference.

Life hadn’t returned.

Death hadn’t accepted him either.

Silen now existed in a strange state suspended between the two, neither truly alive nor completely dead.

His body slowly stood once more.

His severed head remained exactly as it was.

Yet somehow...

He could move again.

The headless body walked toward the decapitated head before carefully lifting it with both hands.

Not a single drop of blood flowed from the severed neck.

The sight was unsettling beyond words.

Without speaking another word, the mysterious man turned around and began walking away.

Silen followed.

From the memories flowing into his mind, Kael soon learned the man’s identity.

Baron Rhesus.

A minor noble from the Taria Kingdom.

His territory lay near the kingdom’s borders, small and insignificant compared to the lands ruled by greater nobles. On the surface, Baron Rhesus appeared to be exactly what people expected from a benevolent ruler. He was polite to his subjects, generous toward the poor, and treated those beneath him with surprising kindness.

At first...

Even Kael believed he had simply encountered an unusually compassionate noble.

But appearances were often the greatest deception.

As the memories continued unfolding, another side of Baron Rhesus gradually revealed itself.

Everything...

Every smile.

Every act of kindness.

Every generous deed.

They were all carefully crafted masks.

Hidden beneath that calm and approachable exterior was an ambition that burned hotter than any flame.

An ambition that would stop at nothing.

To Baron Rhesus, people were tools.

Some generated wealth.

Some generated influence.

Some generated fear.

Silen simply happened to be the sharpest blade among them.

It wasn’t long before Silen himself realized the truth.

He understood that the man who had saved him had never intended to save him out of kindness. He had merely discovered a useful weapon lying abandoned in the ruins of a destroyed village.

Yet, Silen didn’t care.

Or perhaps...

He no longer possessed the strength to care.

The boy who had desperately tried to protect his mother had died alongside that village.

What remained behind simply followed orders.

His work began with small assignments.

Bandits.

Murderers.

Slave traders.

Corrupt officials who secretly preyed upon the weak.

Each target deserved punishment.

At least...

That was how Baron Rhesus presented them.

Silen never questioned his orders.

He simply carried them out.

One execution became ten.

Ten became a hundred.

As Baron Rhesus’ influence continued expanding, so too did the scale of Silen’s assignments.

Soon, ordinary criminals were no longer worthy of his attention.

Nobles.

Military commanders.

High-ranking ministers.

Political rivals.

One after another, they disappeared beneath the edge of his axe.

His name spread throughout the kingdom with astonishing speed.

No...

Not his name.

His legend.

People began whispering about a monster wandering beneath the cover of darkness.

A headless executioner.

A figure carrying his own severed head in one hand while an enormous executioner’s axe rested upon the other shoulder.

No one knew where he came from.

No one knew why he killed.

The only certainty was this.

Anyone whose name reached the Headless Executioner rarely survived long enough to see another sunrise.

Those fortunate enough to escape with their lives described him as something less than human.

A nightmare.

A ghost born from countless resentments.

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