Hitman with a Badass System

After being teleported from the throne hall, Hunter, his team, and Michael appeared on the open ground along with the young man on the throne. Michael quickly looked around and realized they were in an arena. His gaze swept across the fancy-dressed nobles around them in elevated seating until he saw a group of people watching Hunter and his group sitting on the VIP seatings.

The nobles gasped in shock when they saw the black throne and the young man sitting on it. Even now, the young man looked calm and lazy, resting his head on his fist. Since there were no flames between them, Michael was able to look at him clearly.

The young man had smooth skin, perfect jaw structure, blue eyes, and neck-length raven black hair. He was not by any means the most handsome or dashing young man, but undoubtedly, he had a charm that rivaled even Michael.

The calm look on his face added an extra charm to his personality. The young man rubbed his neatly trimmed stubble beard, sweeping the arena around him with his gaze.

Michael heard countless people gasping in shock. Michael wondered why they teleported the young man with his throne.

"That's him!"

"Kill him!"

"Bastard!"

Many people began to shout and throw whatever they had in their hands. But the rest seemed pale.

"SILENCE!"

Suddenly a thunderous shout echoed through the arena, silencing everyone. Michael looked in the direction of the shout to see a red-robed man standing up with a golden crown on his head. The man radiated a kingly aura with his neatly pruned gray beard, shoulder-length wavy black hair with strips of gray hair, and broad shoulders.

"If you may court mage," Michael saw a white-robed old man walking toward the king with a long white beard. He carried an ancient-looking wooden staff in his hand.

When he reached the king's side, he raised his staff in the air and pointed the end towards the young man.

"Mystic bounds," Hunter and his group took a step back, looking at the chains made of silvery astral energy flying towards the young man from the court mage's staff. The chains coiled around the young man like a snake. Still, the young man remained calm without showing any signs of distress or fear.

"He is secured, Your majesty," The old man bowed deeply as the king nodded. Then the king turned his gaze towards Hunter and his group.

"Hunter," Hunter stepped forwards,

"You and your team had done this kingdom a great service by capturing him,"

"It's an honor to serve this great nation Your majesty," Hunter bowed.

Immediately the hundreds of people in the arena began to shake the arena with their thunderous cheers and claps.

Hunter waved his hand all around, and so did his team.

After letting Hunter and his team bask in glory, the king raised his arm, again silencing the crowd.

"Hunter," THe King uttered the name again, but surprisingly for Michael, the king was looking at the young man on the throne.

"Do you have any words to explain your actions?" The King asked the young man, who was apparently also called Hunter.

"I have two words," for the first time, Michael heard the young man open his mouth.

His voice sounded calm, domineering, clear, and hard as steel.

"Thank you," The young man stood from his throne, stretched his arms, and cracked his neck.

Just like Michael, Hunter also wore a black long coat with crimson red linings. In addition, he wore a tight black shirt underneath his coat, hiding the chiseled chest and muscular abs.

Hunter's words confused the king and everyone in the arena.

"What are you devil blabbering?!" The court mage growled,

"Hahaha," Hunter broke into a short burst of laughter,

"Court mage Alastair, I am not the devil," Hunter cracked his knuckles disregarding the white chains around him,

"I am the guy that when I wake up, the devil says oh shit he's up,"

A devilish grin appeared on Hunter's face as he grabbed the astral chains around him.

He locked his gaze with the court mage and the old man's eyes went wide when Hunter crushed the chain out of existence.

"Impossible!" The court mage gasped in shock,

The black armored Hunter and his team quickly lost their prideful grin.

"Dogzilla," Hunter near the throne whistled.

Boom!

Only several seconds passed after he whistled when something hit the ground a couple of inches away from Hunter's throne. Michael looked up to be surprised by a german shepherd with majestic golden wings hovering in the sky,

"Say hello to our little friend fuckers, woof woof!" Michael raised his brows, hearing the dog cursing everyone in the arena. In a blink of an eye, the royal guards, armed to the teeth with silver armor, surrounded the king and the court mage.

Meanwhile, Hunter and his group took a step back and were poised to attack. However, they were all confused by the black metal object in front of Hunter, except Michael. He knew what it was and was genuinely stunned.

The black metal object was a fifty-caliber machine gun mounted on a metal base.

Kachak!

Hunter grabbed the machine gun and pulled it towards him. When he pulled closer, the metal base retracted and merged with the throne.

"You can have my name" Hunter holding the trigger, turned his gaze and the barrel of the fifty caliber gun towards the other Hunter. Since these people had no idea what this beast was capable of, the people remained still instead of running for their lives. Each bullet fired from the gun could tear through an armored vehicle like eggs shells, and if Hunter fired at the people around them, it would turn the people around into a pulpy mess.

As far as Michael could see, the people in the arena had no cover unless they were capable of casting some powerful defense spell. Although Michael did not know about the cultivation levels of this universe, something told Michael that most of them were way weaker than Hunter.

"You can dress like me," Hunter loaded the bullets into the gun, pulling the spring toward him to turn off the safety.

"But you clown will never be me,"

As soon as Hunter snickered, looking at the other Hunter, he pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Hunter didn't even have time to unsheath his swords as his body exploded into a bloody mist.

"ARGH!" A lady from the arena screamed as loud as she could, but it was muffled by the sound of fifty caliber gun firing rapidly,

"Hahahahahaha," Hunter laughed like a maniac as he rained bullets on everyone.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

One by one, Hunter's team exploded into red mist before they could even react.

Finally, the people in the arena snapped back to reality from their initial shock. However, it was too late for them. Hunter's body trembled because of the recoil that could dislocate a weak man's shoulder after firing the gun several times.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"YOUR MAJESTY!"

Hunter turned the gun around without taking his finger off the trigger towards the king.

"Astrel Shield!" The court mage Alaistair immediately casts a shield, forming a white shield around the king and everyone around him.

Unfortunately, the shield was not powerful enough to stop Hunter's shield penetrating bullets.

The nobles screamed, yelled, and tried to run away as the entire arena was in chaos.  Yet no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't escape the bullets coming out of Hunter's gun.

Hunter laughed louder after he painted the walls with the king's innards. Unfortunately, the royal guards and the court mage weren't spared either, as they were soon turned into a red mist by Hunter in a few seconds.

If anyone else was in Hunter's place, Michael would have expected them to stop after killing Hunter and the king's group. However, it wasn't the case. The man raining down bullets and massacring the unarmed nobles was the deadliest man on earth, the youngest Dictator of Kingdom Blade.

While Michael walked in the shadowy underworld, Hunter Blade ruled the militaristically super-developed kingdom Blade and was feared by every single leader in the world.

Even back on earth, none of them dared to put a contract on Hunter's head. That was why Michael never put on a path to assassinate the modern-day dictator Hunter Blade.

The man terrorized the world when the world had no cultivation. So Michael couldn't even imagine what he would do in a cultivation world where he seemed to have the upper hand.

(Hunter Blade is the MC of Dictator with a Badass System)

"How do you like this?!" Hunter laughed as he continued to massacre every single noble in the arena.

Hunter proved to everyone in the arena why he was the most feared crime boss in the world. The King and the nobles poured their resources to mess with the wrong man and paid the price with their lives.

Without any idea that Hunter had his own version of a badass system, Michael watched Hunter destroy the arena along with every noble who rushed here to witness his death.

The booming sound of the machine gun echoed through the arena, reminding Michael of his life back on earth and the power of firearms. However, the sickening sound of the gun eventually stopped resonating after Hunter killed the last noble in the arena.

Finally, Hunter took his finger away from the trigger, clapping and dusting off the gunpowder from his hands. Hunter's world was exactly like Michael's. Still, unlike Michael, Hunter built an arsenal of weapons based on the weapons he had back on earth. This fifty caliber machine gun was one of those weapons he built with the help of the badass system.