Lone Wolf Mercenary: This Time Traveler Is a Bit Vicious

[Knife-tip blood-licking anti-hero X all villains Shura Field] [No system/Use gangsters/Kill decisively] The magic trackers in my employer's eyes were still flashing as I slit his throat. "The seventh trial," I inserted the blood-stained dagger into the oak table of the tavern, "tell the Holy See of Light and send someone to follow--" A cold light flashed, and three crossbow arrows hit my ears and drove into the bar. The tavern owner's hand holding the scroll of holy light was shaking. "You have to pay more." My name is Colin Black, the most expensive hyena in Gray Harbor City. There are three iron rules for accepting orders: don't save children, don't touch sacred objects, and don't make promises. Until that day when the dwarf drunk slapped the dragon scale compass on my blood-stained bandage—— My blood actually caused the compass to crack open its golden vertical pupils. "Fuck!" I kicked over the alchemy table, and the fine golden lines in my pupils were burning. I didn't wait for the system when I traveled through time ten years ago. Now tell me this is the awakening of the Dragonborn? Even more disgusting is: The Emerald Council wants to hang "mercenaries who steal sacred objects" with thorns; The Knights of the Silver Moon put their swords on my orc brother Niscale and demanded the whereabouts of the compass; Even the half-elf mistress whom I had sex with last night carved the tracking spell of the Elven Court on the back of my neck. The ax at his waist was vibrating, and the poison dart bag was gleaming with light. I licked the magic crystal residue on the dagger and looked at the room full of "allies"—— The paladin's scabbard contains the blood of his compatriots, the dwarf's hammer is wrapped with cursed chains, and even the shadows in the corner are squirming. "Everyone," I crushed the quartz sand brought by the last blue star in my pocket watch, "Are you ready to be buried with me?"