My Multisystem In Isekai

Zavier let out a sigh of relief once Nadia had left his room. He had been wondering whether Nadia wanted to leave at all. Thankfully, he had taken precautions to avoid her suspicion.

Zavier locked the door so as to not be interrupted again.

He looked under the bed where the body of the assassin was lying lifelessly. His pupils were dilated and his eyes were still open but there was no sign of life in him.

Zavier was extremely confused. He couldn't understand how the assassin had died even though Zavier hadn't been planning on doing that at all.

One or two clones dying wasn't that much of a problem for him. Therefore, he had only cast an illusion and there was no way the illusion could have been fatal to such an assassin.

It meant that the reason for his death was something else entirely.

Could it be that he had committed suicide knowing that there was no escape for him? Could he be such a hardcore assassin like the ones he had seen in movies in his past life? Those assassins carried poison capsules in their mouths and would immediately crack it open upon getting caught.

Zavier carefully checked his mouth for traces of poison or the capsule. He checked whether there was any bleeding but came up with nothing.

It looked as if the assassin had died a completely natural death which was impossible except in case he died of excessive shock. But for an assassin, dying of shock was pretty much the most shameful death there could be.

Yet, in front of him laid a body that was the definite proof of the incompetence of the assassin that had successfully assassinated him.

Zavier was steeped in fear thinking that the weakest of his illusions had killing potential. He needed to be absolutely sure about his spells otherwise he would be hesitant when using them in the future.

He couldn't help but ask the system again. He felt that the only one capable of answering him at this moment was the system.

"System, is he dead because of my illusion?"

[User is right.]

Zavier's face grew as dark as the bottom of a boiling pot. He had to rein his powers in otherwise he might end up killing innocents.

He was busy contemplating the restrictions he had to impose on himself when the system sent him a message of its own volition.

[User can rest assured. Although the user's illusion skill is responsible for the death of this person, your illusion itself has no killing potential.]

The words of the system were even more confusing for Zavier who was already trying to make sense of something he had zero understanding about.

As if perceiving the apparent confusion of its user, system sound once again rang out.

[User's illusion itself did not kill this person. There was a mental bomb installed in this person's brain. Your illusion skill acted as the trigger to detonate the mental bomb inside his head. It was rigged so as to detonate the mind of this person as soon as some external force tried to invade his mind.]

He couldn't help cursing at the system furiously for not explaining it properly in the first place.

Now that everything was clear, he needed to know who was so desperate to kill him and at the same time hide his identity that the assassin had been implanted with a mental bomb.

He only now understood that the killer behind the scenes in fact wanted to hide his own identity at any price. That was the reason for the death of the assassin, or it may also have been the cost of his failure.

Zavier was shaken up from the inside following the incident of his assassination. Though it wasn't a complete death, that didn't mean that the pain and the feeling of death itself weren't real.

If anything, each death of the clone will be another life lost in his perspective. These clones were nothing if not a lifeline for him since each successive death would make him suffer the pain of dying over and over again.

The body that had died was his original body instead of his clone. As soon as he died his soul escaped towards the body of the nearest clone.

Soon he found his senses spinning and he was then looking at his new body which looked the same to the finest details. As if the previous death had only been a déjà vu. But only he knew that the body that he was in was not his original body but that of his clone. The original body really had experienced death even if only a physical death because the soul had successfully escaped into the next body.

The next body that the soul escaped into was decided based on the distance from the original body. The next nearest clone was located in the closet so the soul had taken this body as its new home.

The other clone at this time was practicing magic in the remote woods and did not know of anything that had transpired with the original body.

Zavier did not know anything about his assassin or his motives. Therefore, after waking up in the closet, he didn't just start screaming and howling to gather everyone else in the house.

He wanted to make sure that the assassin did not turn towards the rest of his family if his scream managed to lure them over. After all, no matter how powerful Valerie might have been, even she wouldn't be able to kill a person in the blink of an eye. She would hesitate and that would provide an opportunity to the assassin. A static target to an assassin is nothing more than a chicken on a chopping block lying in front of the butcher.

Therefore, he decided to call the clone that was in the woods while he stayed in the closet.

"System, enable sharing mode."

[Sharing mode has been successfully enabled.]

[You are now sharing your senses with one other clone.]

Since he was now in control of the clone in the woods, he ordered it to move back to the house in the shortest time possible so that it would hopefully find Nadia before she was able to detect the enemy hiding in his room.

He stayed in the closet and saw the world through the senses of his clone. He successfully managed to pacify Nadia and thankfully sent her off to her room.

Only when he was sure that there would be no surprise visits from his family did he firmly close the door.

He casually climbed on top of the bed, waited there for a while and then got off from the other side.

The assassin hidden under the bed was unable to process the whole thing. Why was someone else trying to sleep in the room of Zavier, the person he had so successfully put to death.

While in that contemplation, somehow, he didn't notice the face that was exactly in front of him, until it was too late.

[Hypnosis has been cast successfully. The target will be susceptible to suggestions for a small period of time.]

"The corpse behind you has come to life."

The pupils of the stranger dilated a little but the body itself showed no reaction at all.

Zavier checked the system messages once again to confirm that Hypnosis had been cast successfully.

After he had confirmed that Hypnosis had been cast, Zavier proceeded to observe the stranger who had been staring out into the void and was unresponsive.