Blue, wearing these familiar gadgets, stood on the streets of 2025. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, spilling onto the asphalt, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and bread. He didn't know why he'd arrived here in 2077, but the beauty of this world, free of nuclear wastewater, synthetic food capsules, and cyberpsychopaths, filled him with a trance. The city of fifty-three years ago was still vibrant, its people's faces still reflecting genuine emotions. Since he couldn't go back, he'd return to his old ways. In this age before technology, he remained the middleman treading the fine line between right and wrong: connecting people, resolving problems for clients, and even creating them when necessary. After all, no matter where...

In the world of American variety shows, a mysterious assassin quietly rises.

He possesses the pre-aiming frame prompt ability from the video game Sniper Elite, allowing him to be as precise as the Grim Reaper in every mission.

However, even such a top-tier assassin must face the most basic task—collecting debts from customers who refuse to pay.