My Soul card is a Reaper

"Death scythe?" The assassin was taken as he saw the multiple daggers were knocked back by the weapon while saving the black wolf.

*Wow*

The wolf barked, looking at Azzy who caught his death scythe, and stared at the assassin.

"How do you possess that weapon?" The Assassin totally didn't expect to see the Arcana that exclusively belonged to the Garcia clan and their descendants.

He wondered this is the reason the boy was with the traitor Oakley.

There's a certain rule in the Death clan. Anyone who awakens either the scythe or the hourglass will even change their surname to Garcia.

After all, marriages often happen between the two clans, and Garcia's descendants were no different. So, even if they marry into another clan, if a child possesses the trait of Garcia, then, he can adopt their surname.

Azzy didn't answer his question and directly dashed towards the assassin and attacked with the scythe.

Instead of dodging, the assassin blocked the scythe with his dagger, and commented, "It is quite surprising that you defeated my clones, very quickly. But then again, it's not surprising. After all, the twin users are known to be geniuses. Looking at your weapon, you are indeed the descendant of our clan. Tell me kid, who are your parents?"

"I'm not the one who should answer questions," Azzy responded in a flat tone before swinging the scythe. "It is you. Who are you and what are you two doing at our home?"

"You will know once you come with me quietly. Believe me, I don't want to harm a fellow clan member." After realizing that Azzy might be the descendant of Garcia, he tried to speak as soft as possible. "So, stop trying to resist and listen to me, kid."

Just imagine, if he takes this kid back to the clan, how would everyone react. Not only he has a death scythe but he is also a twin user with one of them being a platinum-grade beast. Surely, he would get rewarded by the clan head.

So, he tried to talk him out of it.

But, Azzy wasn't the type who listens to anyone aside from the one he acknowledges.

"Make me admit defeat, I'll come with you." Azzy directly proposed a deal while being confident that he can win.

"Kid, maybe, killing two of my clones and my polite behavior is making you arrogant. You don't have much soul power left. How long do you think, you can hold on…" Azzy's way of talking displeased the assassin. He decided to knock him out if the boy won't come with him voluntarily.

But, Azzy's following actions stunned him on the spot.

"Oh! Is that so…" Azzy then raised his hand towards him. "Don't worry, you have plenty much soul power."

"Huh! What do you mean by that?" The assassin didn't get his words. What does him having plenty much soul power that has anything to do with the kid.

Unless… he can steal his soul power. 

The assassin quickly threw away the thought, believing it was absurd.

Soon, his expression changed.

"Soul skill: Soul Absorption."

Azzy used the only skill that doesn't consume his soul power.

All of a sudden, without his permission, the assassin felt his soul energy started to sip away from his body at a rapid pace.

He wondered whether his soul energy is misbehaving or something like that. There are soul skills that can mess up one's control over soul energy.

At first, he thought it was that.

He tried to get away. When face trouble with a mission, an assassin must always run away. This is what he had learned from his master. But, this is someone he has to captured. So, he thought of maintaining a certain distance first.

Immediately, he used his maximum speed and disappeared from there, appear a few meters away but still, it wasn't stopped.

His eyes captured Azzy's figure which was surrounded by a dark aura while his soul energy was directly flowing into his opponent's palm.

Meanwhile, Azzy felt his soul power started to fill up after the assassin's soul energy was refined into his.

"This is the difference between a rank-6 Arcana Master and a rank-4 beast, huh!" He can't help but remember the incident of absorbing dozens of rank-4 beasts only to recover half but now, it was filled maximum very quickly, although the opponent lost 800 thousand soul power at once.

As a mid-rank-6 expert, the assassin possessed 6 million soul power. So, it didn't weaken him or anything but the fact that his soul power was stolen by that much, frightened him.

He never saw such an ability in his life. Before any other unexpected scene about to appear, he hurriedly took out a five-star, intermediate healing card and applied it on himself. His injuries done by the wolf have been recovered.

Meanwhile, the wolf used its third soul skill, "Regeneration."

Although it consumed ten thousand of his soul power, Azzy felt it was worth it as he glanced at the wolf that was healing.

"Okay, now that my soul power is filled. Let's continue…" Azzy then, raised his death scythe above his head and poured soul energy into it.

"Soul skill: Slice of Death"

Like before, his eyes turned black covering his pupils, however, he was still in control, this time. Meanwhile, his lack of control made the soul energy decrease by a lot.

"Soul skill: Mirage." The assassin didn't waste any time activating his first soul skill. Immediately, more than ten of him appeared beside him. All of them have the same soul rank and look identical to each other. They appeared like clones, however, in reality, they aren't.

Azzy didn't attack them. His death scythe was brimming with soul energy but he waited.

The assassin was confused for a second about what he is doing.

"If you don't make a move, then, I will." The assassin and his mirages dashed towards him and surrounded him on all sides before attacking him with their daggers.

One of the mirage clones reached him and sliced his chest but Azzy didn't move a bit. It passed through him. Followed by it, the second one, the third one also attacked him but the two of them also passed through him.

The assassin was surprised to see Azzy was just standing there as if he knew they were mirages. Not only his moments didn't change, but even his expression also appeared completely calm.