The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1427

The sunlight glinted off the weighty access card in Rhett's trembling hands.

So many high-ranking officials and wealthy tycoons—so many elites and politicians—had grovelled and debased themselves for just a scrap of money.

They preached justice in public, claiming to speak for the people.

But behind closed doors, they plundered and schemed, leaving trails of corruption in their wake.

Faith. Conviction. That pure-hearted fire from the days they rallied the masses—All long since eroded by time.

Years had passed; youth had faded.

The true believers still bowed their heads and walked the hard path.

But those once eloquent speakers—so full of passion—had forgotten their own words.

As the fading light of dusk arced across the horizon, Rhett stared into the distance, lost in thought.

How strange it was—after chasing someone so far, for so long, why was it so hard now to find the same certainty in their eyes?

He had once thought the others were simply foolish.

But after walking this long, painful road, he finally realized—the real fool had been him.

That so-called divine light, left behind in the corners of time, was nothing more than a smokescreen—a trick used by others to disguise their greed.

And yet, Robin handed over a card worth trillions without a hint of hesitation.

Rhett felt deeply ashamed for ever doubting him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but words caught in his throat.

Tears welled up in those weathered old eyes.

Then, with a trembling hand that had once hoisted a flag for justice, Rhett stood straight and gave Robin a solemn salute.

His eyes glinted once more with a glimmer of the past.

The world might still be crawling with monsters in human skin.

But as long as someone was still walking forward under the weight of their promise, there was hope.

"Take it," Robin said, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder.

"This card—was paid for by Shadow and over 300 counterterrorism soldiers with their lives. Use it all on the kids. We can't afford to lose the next generation.

"It's the start of the school year. Tuition's rising like crazy. Some families are scraping together everything they have just to send one kid to school.

"I don't know why it's gotten so expensive, but my sister's struggles taught me—without money, you don't get an education.

"And those kids? Without it, they'll just live a hard time and waste their lives.

"How can we speak of a strong nation without strong descendants?

There's already enough money in the system. So why aren't we helping our own children?

"This land has suffered enough. We don't need to raise slackers, but the kids who are still growing deserve more. They deserve a future where they don't have to fight just to survive. They deserve a place in school and a path to walk forward with pride."

"I may not have the grand vision you all do, but I do know this—if generation after generation keeps working hard, yet all we ever reap is suffering. Then someone needs to ask: what's the point of all this sacrifice and relentless effort?

"If we can't answer that, there's only one conclusion—The things proven time and again to have failed, if they're still being stubbornly upheld, those noble intentions were never about the people at all; they were about personal gain."

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