The Garbage Collector Who Stumbled Upon Mythical Weapons! - Chapter 13

Louisa. That was the woman’s name.

But almost no one called her by that name. She constantly changed her name and appearance. For a woman who had lived in the underworld, a name held no real meaning.

From a young age, she was trained as an assassin, practicing alongside other children of the same age.

By the time she turned fourteen, out of the twenty children who had once trained with her, she was the only one left.

The adults rejoiced. Her talent was unmatched, even within the organization. A true genius.

Louisa’s first job was at fifteen. The order was simple: kill the target. No one told her who the target was or why they had to die.

She never asked. She never wanted to know.

To Louisa, the only thing that mattered was completing the mission flawlessly.

Everything else was meaningless.

She killed as ordered. No emotions, no hesitation. One after another, she took lives.

By the time she turned twenty, she had lost count of how many people she had killed. She simply did as she was told, completing each job with cold precision.

At this point, even her comrades feared her, whispering behind her back.

“The Grim Reaper.”

“The Bloodstained Woman.”

“The Massacre-Loving Murderer.”

But she did not care.

Killing was her way of life. Killing was her reason for existence. Every time she took a life, she smiled. Eventually, she began to enjoy the act itself.

Before she realized it, she had risen to the highest rank within the organization. Assassinations of important figures from various nations became routine, and she succeeded in every mission.

Even adventurers ranked A—the strongest in the world—fell by her blade.

She was too powerful. No one could stand against her. She never struggled in battle.

One day, she had the chance to be appraised by a former priest who had fallen into the underworld. The priest told her that her level had reached 29.

Louisa did not understand what that number truly meant.

But the priest had looked at her in shock, saying, “I’ve never seen a woman with such a high level.”

She was not particularly interested. It simply meant that no one could challenge her. That thought was boring, but ultimately, it didn’t matter.

The real problem was that, after rising to the highest rank, there were fewer jobs that matched her skill level.

She wanted to work. She wanted to kill more people.

Louisa took on even low-ranked jobs. The details didn’t matter—only the numbers. She prioritized assignments where she could kill the most people.

This job was the same.

It wasn’t anything special, but it allowed her to kill over ten people. That was the only reason she accepted it.

—And yet,

What is this monster?

A fist sliced through the air. It passed just inches from Louisa’s face, making a horrifying sound as it tore through the atmosphere. She barely dodged in time and crouched low, eyeing her opponent.

The man was bizarre.

Like a giant ogre, he destroyed everything around him with brute strength, radiating a terrifying presence.

No matter how many times she slashed at him with her sword, she could barely cut through his skin. His body was unbelievably tough, and even the few wounds she managed to inflict healed instantly.

She thought he might be using healing magic, but there were no signs of incantation.

What stood out most were the gauntlets on his arms.

Louisa had once seen a “Cursed Blade” that was said to have slaughtered five thousand people. That blade, soaked in countless lives, carried an aura of something unnatural—something evil.

Her mentor, who had taught her the ways of assassination, had called it “demonic energy.”

And now, the energy radiating from this man’s gauntlets was exactly the same.

No—it was far worse than the “Cursed Blade.”

A horrifying aura that made her stomach churn.

Louisa took a step back. Sweat dripped down her cheek, her face stiff with tension.

She had never felt this way before. Then, she realized—

This was fear.

Impossible. She had killed every opponent she had ever faced. How could she, of all people, feel fear?

—How did this happen?

Louisa hesitated. The job was supposed to be simple. Kill the merchant transporting the goods and his guards. Someone else would retrieve the cargo.

The guards were nothing special. At most, C or D rank.

But this man was different.

She dodged a massive punch from above, putting distance between them. The ground exploded from the impact.

Unbelievable power. She was faster, but in every other way, she felt completely outmatched. Should she retreat?

The thought crossed her mind. She was faster—escaping wouldn’t be difficult. But she immediately dismissed it.

She had never failed a mission. Fleeing now would be a disgrace.

She had to kill him.

She knew it wouldn’t be easy. There was only one way.

—Go for the eyes. No matter how tough his body is, his eyeballs can’t be that strong. If she could stab through his eyes and into his brain, she could kill him instantly.

The plan was set. All that remained was to execute it.

Louisa gripped her sword and lowered her stance. She kicked off the ground, closing the distance in an instant.

◇◇◇

The woman lunged. Garm glanced at the small wound on his arm.

It wasn’t healing. His magic had run out.

—So, I can’t regenerate anymore…

If he took a fatal blow now, he wouldn’t be able to move. Garm braced himself to face the woman head-on.

“Uraaaahh!!”

He swung his right fist. But the woman vanished from his sight, and his punch hit nothing but air.

Before he knew it, she was right beside him.

The tip of her sword was aimed at his right eye. Without hesitation, she drove it forward.

“What—?!”

The woman gasped. The sword wouldn’t move.

Garm had caught the blade with his left hand.

“How…?”

“I knew you’d aim for that! If you wanted to land a fatal blow, the eyes were the only real option!”

—If I know where the attack is coming, I can counter it no matter how fast it is. Glad I was ready!

Garm yanked the sword upward. The sudden force broke Louisa’s balance, sending her body into the air.

He pulled back his right arm, locking onto his target.

“This time, you won’t dodge!”

Louisa’s face twisted in despair. No matter how fast she was, she couldn’t move in midair.

“Damn it!”

She crossed her arms in front of her to block the attack. But the moment Garm’s punch connected, it felt like lightning had struck her.

Her bones shattered, her flesh tore, and her organs screamed in agony.

All the attacks she had landed before—dozens of them—were erased by this single devastating blow.

Louisa’s body was sent flying. She crashed through the inn’s wall, smashing through it before slamming into a tree outside.

Finally, she stopped.

She coughed up bl00d as her body fell limply to the ground.