"It was my mistake," Anon admitted, his voice laced with frustration. "I revealed too much, and that's why he suspected me and exposed my true identity."
Damacus, one of the demon gods, approached Anon, as his eyes grew bigger but his body still remained invisible "It's not your fault," he assured him. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's in a demon's nature to live with royalty, to stand tall and unwavering. Even a rat can survive in this deadly world. What others define as selfishness and arrogance is merely a misunderstood reflection of our true essence."
The demon girl with pink eyes nodded in agreement, her voice laced with anger. "Those gods and humans know nothing about demons. A demon lives with their own sense of royalty, bowing before no one. They never hide in the shadows just to survive. They care for no one but their beloved ones. If that's what a demon truly is, then yes, you, me, and all the individuals present in this room are demons."
Severus, another demon god, hissed in affirmation. "You're right," he declared, his eyes gleaming with determination. "The one who diminishes their own self-respect cannot be considered a true demon. We, true demons, are royalty. We never go back on our word."
Razethor, his eyes shining with a bright yellow hue, stepped forward. "Brother Severus speaks the truth," he stated. "A demon can be sly and deceiving, but when it comes to the battlefield, even a single demon stands with pride against an army of hundreds and thousands. We possess an unwavering strength and resilience that sets us apart."
Damacus interjected, his voice filled with concern. "We must find a way to save you, Brother Anon. If you enter the academy and break the overcharge, the avatar of that holy god will surely emerge to kill you. And once the overcharge breaks, you will be vulnerable, weakened."
Anon's mind raced with possibilities, and suddenly an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. "We need to rearrange the chess pieces," he declared, his voice brimming with excitement.
Confusion settled among the demon gods as they exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, Brother Anon *hiss*?" Severus asked, tilting his head inquisitively.
Anon elaborated on his plan, a smile of determination playing upon his lips. "When we rearrange the pieces on a chessboard, the game starts anew. If I can level the playing field against that adversary, the game will reset. We need to find a way to bring the fight back to the beginning, to regain control."
Understanding slowly dawned on Damacus. "You mean to say that if you never leave this forest, the game can begin afresh. By attending the academy under a new name, you can maintain anonymity and confront the challenges that await you."
Fremus, however, voiced his skepticism. "But the seven continents of the human kingdom have seen your face. Do you honestly believe you can enter the academy and simply say, 'Hello, everyone, I'm Eden. I just happen to resemble Anon, but I'm not him'?"
Anon's gaze hardened with determination. "That's precisely the plan," he confirmed. "But what if I change my face as well?"
Fremus scoffed at the notion. "What nonsense! The
skill won't allow you to change your own appearance. It's simply not possible."Anon's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Ah, but I have another idea," he revealed, confident in his newfound strategy.
Damacus, catching onto Anon's line of thought, nodded approvingly. "I understand," he stated. "Brother Anon wants us to grant him a skill that can transform his face and body. With this, he can become an entirely new person, reenter the academy, and confound both gods and demons alike."
Severus joined in, hissing softly. "Brother Anon's intellect knows no bounds. It is a clever plan indeed."
The demon girl with pink eyes, still puzzled, sought clarification. "That's a great idea, but how will you change your face?"
Anon turned to her, his voice filled with determination. "Don't you possess any shape-shifting abilities? A skill or power that allows you to alter your appearance?"
Damacus summoned a wooden mask from thin air, as it materialized in front of anon "While we may not possess innate shape-shifting abilities, I do have an artifact that could serve our purpose."
As the mask floated before Anon, Anon used a skill.
the inscription on it became visible: - [Nature's Face-Changing Mask].
[Nature's Face Changing Mask is a remarkable artifact that possesses the extraordinary ability to transform the appearance of its wearer into anyone whose DNA, such as hair, is used as a reference. Crafted from the formidable creature known as a mimic, this mystical mask harnesses the essence of nature itself to grant its user the power of shape-shifting.
When worn, the mask taps into the genetic information obtained from the desired individual, using it as a template to alter the wearer's facial features, effectively turning them into a perfect likeness of the chosen person. However, the mask's transformative power extends beyond mere cosmetic changes. It also modifies the wearer's entire body, ensuring a complete and seamless disguise that is virtually impossible to detect.
The transformation brought about by Nature's Face Changing Mask lasts for a considerable duration, spanning up to 22 hours. However, such a potent enchantment comes at a price. The mask consumes a significant amount of mana to sustain the alteration, resulting in a 50% reduction in the wearer's magical abilities during the duration of the transformation. This limitation serves as a reminder of the delicate balance between power and disguise. One of the mask's most formidable aspects is its ability to evade detection. By completely reshaping the wearer's face and body, it renders them virtually unrecognizable, even to those who are familiar with the person being imitated. This makes it a formidable tool for espionage, infiltration, or any situation where concealing one's true identity is essential.n(-𝕠.(𝑣-/ℯ-.𝓛.(𝔟-(1--n
Crafted from the body of a mimic, a monstrous creature renowned for its shape-shifting abilities, the mask inherits some of the mimic's inherent magical properties. Mimics are known to possess an affinity for mimicry and disguise, often camouflaging themselves as ordinary objects to lure unsuspecting prey. By harnessing the essence of this formidable creature, Nature's Face Changing Mask has acquired an unparalleled mastery over the art of transformation.]
Anon's heart raced with excitement as he realized the potential of this mysterious artifact.
Anon reached out, taking hold of the mask, a newfound sense of hope igniting within him. "With this mask, we can change the game entirely," he proclaimed, his voice resolute.
The demon gods, now united in purpose, nodded in agreement. The stage was set for Anon's rebirth, a chance to reclaim his destiny. With the
"Brother Anon, this may be our final meeting," Damacus spoke solemnly, his voice echoing with a touch of sorrow.
"Why?" Anon asked, his expression betraying surprise.
"Well, it's a rule of nature. Once both parties know that the opposite side has unleashed their avatars on the sacred land, only one chance is given to interact with their gods, be it the demon gods or the holy gods. We won't be able to contact you in any way once you leave from here. That's why we summoned you today, to convey this information." Damacus explained, his eyes filled with determination.
Anon nodded, absorbing the gravity of the situation. "I see. So it means that guy will also only have one chance to meet his god, right ?"
Damacus nodded in affirmation. "Indeed, brother Anon. The rules of this realm are unbending. We shall discuss it again after you have slain the first Avatar or enslaved him. Until then, brother Anon, may the dark forces guide your path," he spoke with solemnity as Anon's consciousness began to fade, retreating back to the mortal realm.
"Haaaa..." Anon gasped as he found himself standing in the heart of the nightmarish forest, surrounded by towering, twisted trees and an eerie darkness that pervaded the air. The overcharge that had coursed through his body dissipated, leaving him feeling rejuvenated. He glanced down and realized he was still unclothed, prompting him to summon a set of dark garments from his inventory. With swift movements, he adorned himself, the fabric clinging to his powerful form.
As Anon adjusted his attire, a familiar voice penetrated his thoughts. 'Master, are you listening to me?' No.300, his loyal companion, contacted him through the psychic connection they shared.
'Yes, No.300. What's the matter?' Anon responded, his mental tone infused with authority.
'Master, that nobleman is on the verge of crossing the forest and winning the race. Are you not planning to catch up to him?' No.300 reported about Ren, the nobleman who had become Anon's primary target.
"What? Ren is still running?" Anon's voice reverberated through the psychic link, a mix of disbelief and annoyance.
'Yes, Master. He's proven more resilient than anticipated,' No.300 confirmed, his words laced with a hint of admiration for Ren's tenacity.
Anon's eyes narrowed, a devious plan forming in his mind. "Prepare yourself, No.300. I have an idea."
He summoned the Nature's Face-Changing Mask, a mystical artifact that allowed him to assume different appearances and deceive his enemies. The mask materialized in his hand, its surface adorned with intricate patterns of vines and leaves. Anon secured it over his face, his visage transformed into that of a mysterious woodland creature.
'No.300, catch the gentleman, but do not kill him,' Anon commanded, his voice laced with authority.
'As you command, Master,' No.300 responded, his loyalty unwavering.
Anon's directive echoed through the psychic link, reaching the ogres who served as his loyal minions. "Everyone, apprehend him, but spare his life," he ordered, his words resounding with a blend of power and menace.
With their instructions received, the army of ogres moved swiftly, their massive forms charging forward to block Ren's path. The nobleman's eyes widened in disbelief as he found himself confronted by the imposing creatures, their muscular frames and ferocious expressions leaving no doubt about their intentions.
"W-What the fuck?" Ren stammered, his voice tinged with fear and desperation. He had pushed his limits, exhaustion wearing heavily upon him, rendering him incapable of defeating even a single ogre, let alone escaping their clutches.
One ogre, distinguished by its commanding presence, stepped forward. It was No.300, masquerading as the ogres' spokesperson. "Human, you shall not take one more step forward. Our master wishes to see you," No.300 announced, his tone commanding and laced with an otherworldly aura.
Ren's voice trembled as he addressed No.300. "Y-You can speak the human language ?"
"We can. Our master taught us," No.300 replied, his voice deep and resonant.
Ren's curiosity was piqued, mingled with a palpable sense of fear. "Who is your master?"
A chilling silence hung in the air for a moment before Anon's voice rang out from behind Ren. "I am."
Startled, Ren turned, his eyes widening in recognition and terror. "A-Anon?" he uttered, his voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and fear.
Anon approached Ren with measured steps, his gaze fixated on his trembling adversary. "Hello, cheater," he spoke, his words dripping with a combination of scorn and satisfaction. His eyes glowed with a piercing purple light, a manifestation of his formidable powers.
"Y-You? You're the master of all these ogres?" Ren gasped, his voice betraying disbelief.
"Indeed, I am the master of all these ogres. Do you require proof? Allow me to demonstrate." Anon replied, his voice oozing with an air of malevolence that sent shivers down Ren's spine.
Anon walked upto no.300 and lifted up her leather made skirt and started rubbing her pussy.
"Annhhhh~ Anhhh~ Master.... " No.300 spoke as she started giggling in pleasure.
"Now, do you finally comprehend, Mr. Ren?" Anon's voice dripped with malevolence as a sinister smile crept across his face, casting an ominous shadow.
Ren's eyes widened with a mix of confusion and dread as he struggled to process the impossible events unfolding before him. "But... how is this even possible?" he stammered, his voice quivering.
Anon chuckled darkly, his gaze fixated on Ren. "Ah, you ask too many questions, my dear Ren. Perhaps it's time you learned the true nature of my power."
An eerie silence hung in the air as Ren's mind raced, searching for answers amid the unfolding nightmare. "What... what do you want from me?" he managed to utter, his voice laced with fear.
Anon's lips curled into a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with wicked delight. "Oh, that was quite the question you posed, Ren," he hissed, relishing the unease in his prey's expression.
"You see, I have a peculiar desire. I want your very identity, can you lend it to me ? What you are saying no ? Okay i will just take it." Anon declared, a twisted euphoria tainting his words.
Ren recoiled, his heart pounding in his chest, unable to fathom the depths of Anon's depravity. "What do you mean? How can you take my identity?"
A sinister gleam danced in Anon's eyes as he closed the distance between them, plucking a single strand of hair from his head. "Watch closely," he whispered, the air heavy with anticipation.
Anon delicately placed Ren's hair within the mystical mask, its surface pulsating with an eerie green glow. In a mesmerizing display, the hair was instantly absorbed, as if devoured by an insatiable hunger.
With an eerie calm, Anon adorned the mask, and a swift transformation ensued. His visage morphed, assuming Ren's features, while his body seamlessly adopted Ren's physique.
Ren stood in stunned disbelief, his mind grappling to comprehend the profound violation of his very existence. "Who... who are you?" he managed to utter, his voice tinged with terror. "Are you some sort of demon?"
Anon's chuckle resonated through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Ren's spine. "I am a unique combo, my friend. A combination of forces beyond your wildest imaginings. Now, let your mind wander to the infinite possibilities of what I am capable of."
Fear tightened its grip on Ren's trembling form. With a flicker of defiance, he mustered a response, tinged with desperation. "You can't get away with this. My family will recognize the deception in an instant."
Anon's eyes flickered with cunning as he contemplated Ren's words. "Ah, a valid concern indeed. But how about this: lend me your memories as well, and we shall see if your family can discern the truth from fiction," he proposed, his smile growing ever more sinister, a predator reveling in his imminent triumph.
"I invested so much in this race, i can't afford to lose it, friend".
"What?" Ren asked, looking at Anon in disbelief.
"I'll explain that to you in my torture chamber," Anon said, cutting his thumb and pouring out a drop of his blood onto his other hand.
"Lick it," Anon commanded, showing his hand to Ren.
"I will not," Ren replied defiantly.
"Listen, friend. I'm giving you an opportunity to live. Don't test my patience and lick it," Anon spoke, his eyes glowing with a purple radiance.
Ren immediately felt a surge of fear and reluctantly complied, licking Anon's hand.
[A new target has been found. Would you like to use the skill
'Yes...'
Suddenly, memories flooded into Anon's mind.
<5 new skills have been learned>
<3 holy skills have been learned>
Numerous screens appeared before Anon, displaying the new information he had acquired.
Ren's eyes turned a shade of gray as Anon extracted every single memory from his mind.
Memories surged back into Ren's head, and he regained his senses.
"What have you done to me?" Ren asked, fear etched on his face.
"Nothing. I've merely created a copy of all your memories in my mind. From what I've gathered, I must say your mother looks very attractive, and your sisters... delightful," Anon remarked, sticking out his tongue provocatively.
"Don't you dare touch my family, you motherfucker!" Ren shouted, his rage barely contained. However, he lacked the energy to act upon his anger, and Anon had an army of ogres at his command.
"Well, you're a devoted son, Ren. I wonder what will happen when this devoted son walks into his own house, forcefully undresses his own mother, bends her down and holds her fown in front of me, as he opens her pussy lips for my dick to enter inside her thick pussy and holds her while I fill her womb to the brim.
Ren, I will make you my little slave, a soldier ready to obey my every command. And mark my words, I'm not bluffing. You will be the one luring your mother and sisters for me to fuck to death, Willingly. After that i will turn them into my slaves too and take the full control of your house." Anon stated, a twisted smile on his face.
"You... Don't you dare..." Ren lunged at Anon, unsheathing his sword. But before he could even touch Anon, No.300 struck him in the cerebellum, rendering him unconscious with a single blow.
"Undress him. I'll be changing clothes with him," Anon commanded No.300.
"Yes, your majesty," No.300 replied, proceeding to remove Ren's clothing.
Anon changed into the noble attire of the academy.
"Take him back to the base. I'll deal with him later," Anon ordered as he looked at ren for the last time.
"Yes, your majesty," No.300 bowed and picked up Ren.
Anon started to run again towards the academy but no.300 interrupted him before he could've run.
"Your majesty, there is something else," No.300 said as her face turned red.
"Yes?"
"Your majesty, as per your command, i have prepared 30 most beautiful girls from my team with biggest boobs and huge asses as you have commanded.
I was wondering, should i join them as well ?" No.300 asked.
"Yes, you should and when i enter inside the room tonight i better see them fully naked and ready to service my cock. Do you understand ?" Anon spoke.
"I-I understand, your majesty." No.300 spoke as she felt a current running through her pussy.
Anon again started running towards the academy.
After 10 minutes...
Anon arrived at the academy and won the race, even received the prize from Kale.
No one recognized him; they all believed he was Ren.
As the sun rose, everyone returned to their homes, but some people lingered near the Nightmare Forest, waiting for Anon to emerge. Seti, Luna, Silk, the leader of the Martial House, and their soldiers stood in anticipation, while Jack concealed himself in the nearby trees, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
"Sir, we've searched everywhere near the forest, but Anon is nowhere to be found," a knight from the Martial House reported.
"Well, we've searched and done everything we could for the young man, but it seems we won't find him now. Send ten platinum coins to his family as a reward for saving my daughter. We will not forget the debt we owe," the Martial House leader declared.
Luna felt an indescribable sadness welling up inside her, unable to understand why she felt so troubled.
"Anon, where are you?" Luna searched tirelessly, looking for any sign of him.
"Anon, Anon, where are you?" Letti called out his name, hoping for a response from the woods.
Tears welled up in Seti's eyes.
"Why did I push you so hard, Anon? Please don't leave me. Please," Letti pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"Luna, let's go back. We should leave, it's morning already," the Martial House leader commanded.
"Yes, Dad," Luna obediently followed, trying to comprehend her overwhelming emotions.
After three hours, everyone departed, leaving only one person behind, still searching for Anon.
"Anon, please reply. Anon... sob-sob," Letti cried out, calling for him.
"I don't think he will reply."
A voice echoed behind Letti.
Startled, Letti turned around and saw someone she least expected.
"Sir Ren."
"Hello, Miss Letti," Ren greeted her with a smile.
"Are you here to mock me, Sir Ren? If that's the case, I accept my defeat. I am the biggest loser, and I am useless as a teacher. Are you satisfied now? Please, leave. I beg of you. Anon, where are you?" Letti's voice trembled as she continued to call for Anon.
"Well, if that's how you feel, I will depart immediately, little Princess," Ren replied.
"Thank you, Sir Re..." Suddenly, something clicked in Letti's mind.
"Wait, that phrase, 'little Princess.' Anon used to call me that. How do you know it?"
"Well, it's my little secret," Ren winked, teasing Letti.
"Anon? Is that you?" she asked, hope flickering in her eyes.
"Indeed, Princess," Anon said, his voice transitioning from Ren's to his original tone.
"Sob-sob... You bastard," Letti cried as she immediately hugged Anon.
"Why are you crying like a child? Didn't I tell you I would win this race?" Anon asked.
"Yes, you did. You did," Letti responded through her tears.
"So, how did you transform into Ren? No, why did you transform into Ren? You already have money, and now you also have fame. If you had just won this race with your real face," Letti asked, her eyes narrowing with curiosity and suspicion.
Anon, clad in Ren's persona, leaned against a nearby lamppost, a smirk playing on his lips. He met Letti's gaze, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Well, Letti, there are reasons why I can't tell you that. But rest assured, I emerged victorious in the race," he responded, his voice dripping with a confident tone.
Letti's brows furrowed, clearly perplexed. "Don't tell me you are going to take down the Denver House of Justice?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Anon chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, you fool. Why would I do that?" he replied, his voice betraying a sense of amusement at the notion. "There are other plans in motion, ones that require careful execution."
Letti sighed, her expression one of resignation. "Seems like I have to go now. It's already evening, but we'll discuss this further tomorrow. See you then," she said, turning to leave.
Anon's eyes followed her as she walked away, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. "Wait, Letti. What about that deal we discussed?" he called after her.
Letti turned back, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "What deal?" she asked, her tone reflecting her confusion.
A sly smile formed on Anon's lips as he spoke, his voice laced with intrigue. "The one where you mentioned something about giving me your body," he replied, his gaze locking with hers.
Recognition flickered in Letti's eyes, and she smirked. "Ah, yes, that deal. Well, you never agreed to it in the first place. Besides, even if you had won the race, it was Ren Denver who emerged as the victor, not Anon," she remarked, her voice filled with playful banter.
Anon's smile widened, revealing a hint of playful challenge. "Oh, so you want to play with me, huh?" he mused, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and anticipation.
"Well, it is what it is. Bye, Anon," Letti said, giving him a wink before turning and striding away.
As Letti departed, Anon's thoughts turned to the recent encounters and intriguing revelations. 'Hmmm...? Why is Master Ren conversing with a commoner teacher and even embracing her? What new interests has he developed?' he pondered, his mind seeking to unravel the mysteries that surrounded the unexpected connection between Letti and Ren.
Lost in his thoughts, Anon failed to notice the figure observing him from a higher vantage point. It was Jake, a loyal servant of the Denver House, his eyes fixated on Anon's every move. Unbeknownst to Anon, Jake had been witness to his interactions with Letti.
As Anon continued on his way home, a nagging suspicion gnawed at Jake's mind. 'Wait, was it Master Ren's intention to eliminate Anon within the depths of the forest, ensuring no challengers would emerge in the future?' Jake mused, his thoughts racing with the implications of such a revelation. A sense of urgency took hold, and he resolved to inform his mother, a trusted confidant, of the perceived conspiracy.
Meanwhile, Anon's senses heightened as he felt an intense gaze upon him. A tingling sensation ran down his spine, alerting him to the presence of an observer. In response, he halted in the middle of an empty grassland, his gaze piercing the surroundings.
"You can come out. I know you are here," Anon declared, his voice carrying a hint of authority.
A sudden, piercing eagle's cry echoed through the air, and a majestic bird materialized before him. The rider atop the eagle was none other than Silk, an accomplished warrior and a force to be reckoned with.
Silk dismounted gracefully, her eyes narrowing as they fixed upon Anon. Suspicion filled her gaze as she summoned her sword, pointing it directly at him. "Lady Silk, may I know why you would point your sword at me? The one and only future leader of the Denver House?" Anon, maintaining the facade of Ren, retorted, his voice exuding a cool confidence.
Silk's voice held a resolute tone as she spoke, her gaze unwavering. "You are not Ren. The girl you were just standing and hugging with, she is not a fan of Ren. Now, who are you?" she challenged, her sword remaining steady in her grip.
Anon's mask wavered for a moment, surprise flickering across his features. 'What? Letti is Silk's sister? From the House of Dragon Flames?' he thought, his mind racing to process the newfound connection between the two women.
Attempting to regain his composure, Anon replied with a touch of defiance, "What are you saying? How can you know if she is my fan or not?"
Silk's expression hardened, determination etched upon her face. "Because she is my sister, sucker. Now,who might you be?" Silk demanded, her voice tinged with both caution and a touch of aggression.
Anon's eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. The puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place. "So, Letti is your sister from the House of Dragon Flames," he murmured, his tone laced with intrigue.
Silk's grip tightened around her sword, her stance growing more defensive. "Tell me, because whatever you do now, you are not going to leave this area alive today," she warned, her voice rising with determination.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Anon's lips, a hint of defiance shining in his eyes. "Go back to your house, cheeky girl," he retorted, his words laced with a daring challenge.
Silk's face contorted with anger at his dismissive remark. "You fucker, die now!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in a battle cry as she charged towards Anon with her sword raised high.
Anon's expression hardened as he prepared to face the impending confrontation. Time seemed to slow as the clash between two formidable opponents became inevitable. "Fuck this... I don't have time," he muttered under his breath, disappearing with incredible speed of his and reappeared behind silk.
Anon striked on her head making her unconscious in one hit.
Anon caught her from falling down on the ground and spoke.
"Well, one more to fuck. Now i shall go and have a very delightful rape session."