The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1055

Chapter 1055 I Despise You
The plaza outside the teaching building was eerily silent.

Zayn, the esteemed heir of Westeria Residence and the most renowned successor in Brighton, stood tall at over five feet. With his striking looks and charismatic aura, he had long been a figure of admiration.

At just 14, he was accepted into the juvenile military academy, and by 18, he had earned the prestigious title of juvenile commander of the Northern Military Zone.

By the age of 20, however, he chose to retire, setting his sights on becoming a master strategist.

To pursue this ambition, he founded 'Zayn's World Military Strategic Research Association' and named himself president.

He frequently traveled abroad, engaged with high-profile military figures, and hosted international strategy conferences.

His dazzling achievements had once left countless young women swooning. Many even claimed they would gladly trade years off their lives for the chance to marry him.

Even now, many female students at Brighton University remained captivated by his fervent speeches.

They refused to believe what had been shown in the live broadcast.

If the sight hadn't been so gruesome, a chorus of love-struck confessions would have erupted in the plaza.

Despite the heavy silence, Zayn could still feel the adoring gazes of those infatuated girls in the crowd.

Since childhood, he had relished admiration and praise.

A day without it felt unnatural. He would even struggle to sleep without basking in such attention. And now, that feeling was back.

The way they looked at him was like a drug, exhilarating and intoxicating.

With so many eyes filled with awe, Zayn was electrified, almost delirious with excitement.

At that moment, he was certain that no problem was insurmountable and that he could stand above the world.

He had forgotten everything else—his failures, his flaws—all lost in the illusion of grandeur.

He imagined himself a figure of legendary status, revered by all. But in reality, that was nothing short of a disease. His arrogance had no cure.

Zayn saw himself as a savior, a man of great importance. Yet, his wisdom and morality fell far short of his grand ambitions. His path could only lead to failure and ruin.

Drunk on admiration, Zayn continued, speaking with unwavering confidence.

"Dad, I'm organizing a seminar soon," he announced. "The topic will be the importance of the Qacalisle Island war games in shaping future interstellar conflicts.

"I've always believed that if I had commanded the Dragon Soul Special Forces, I could also have won the championship or achieved even greater glory.

"From what I understand, Robin's leadership during this competition has been heavily criticized on the global stage. He even offended the higher-ups of the Thalrex Order.

"If I had been in charge, the outcome would have been different. I wouldn't just have won their respect—I would have skillfully navigated the political landscape and strengthened diplomatic ties.

"It's unfortunate that I was preoccupied at that time. Otherwise, I would have vied for the commander-in-chief position and led us to an even more remarkable victory."

His impassioned words echoed through the still air in front of the teaching building.

Elliott cringed, feeling second-hand embarrassment. He had never met anyone who could elevate shamelessness to such an absurdly impressive level.

Zayn had fully embraced his delusions, believing in them more than anyone else.