After fucking the clone for 45 minutes continuously, Anon confirmed that she really can't feel any pain. She moaned during their sweet fucking session but none of them were true.
She was faking it and Anon knew it.
"I am cumming." Anon said as he released his seed inside the clone's womb, filling it upto the brim.
"Anhhhh~ yes... I will squeeze out every last drop out of your dick, sir Anon. I, The Queen Derein will suck your cock off with my pussy now, Please feel the pleasure." The clone said as the tightness of her pussy increased at an incredible speed.
'This clone, Damn!! She really tightened her pussy and the pressure inside is unimaginable, it's as if there is vaccum inside her pussy. She is made to pleasure a man efficiently.' Anon thought as he felt the semen getting sucked out of his cock.
She let go of Anon's cock once all the semen was out of his cock.
"Hmmm, so ? How did you like my service as a queen ?" The clone asked.
"Well, For a clone you can do certain things that a human can't but..." Anon said as he grabbed the clone's face with a tight grip.
"...You can't moan like one. Now i will tell you what i can do." Anon spoke with a smile on his face.
Suddenly a screen popped up in front of Anon.
[One new traget has been found under the skill [MIND CONTROL]]
[Would you like to execute the skill [Mind Control] on the target ?]
'Yes.'
As soon as Anon said yes. His semen cells inside the clone's womb started multiplying as they reached it's ovam and started mixing up with her blood.
[Special Target Detected]
[Cells have reached Target's Brain]
[Error while entering the brain]
[Brain is secured with mana, Would you like to break the Security ?]
[Warning: Many of your cells will die while breaking in into the traget's brain. Do you Accept ?]
'Yes. I have plenty of my cells inside her pussy anyways.' Anon thought as he said yes.
Suddenly the clone's face expressions changed.
"H-Hey, There is something inside my mind. What have you done ? What did you inserted inside me ?" The clone's face turned pale as she realised that something inside her brain is trying to do something with it.
"Well, Well, Now i see... So you can feel angry too huh ? Queen Derein." Anon said as he bent down.
"You, Son of a bitch. Get these things out of my brain or my master will not leave you."
[Brain infiltration successfull]
[Multiplying cells again]
[Clone X-45's Corruption Rate: 100%]
[Target is 100% under your control]I think you should take a look at
"Well, it seems pretty easy to control a clone huh ? You don't have any mental tolerance because your master forgot to give you any, i guess." Anon said as he smiled towards the clone with a maniac smile.
"Just kill me you bastard." The clone said as it looked at Anon.
"Well, why would i do that ? I have many things to do with you." Anon spoke.
"What the fuck do you want ?"
"Look, i can steal all of your memories and get away with it but what's the fun in it ? So, i will do this. Everytime i ask you a question, you will have to give me the answer in under 2 seconds or you will experience something horrible and believe me, when i say horrible it's really horrible. So should we play ?"
"I can't feel pain you stupid fuck-"
"Ah yes, Pain Sensors, On." Anon commanded interrupting the clone in middle of her talk.
Suddenly the clone's mind triggered and the pain Sensors in her mind opened up.
"No, This feeling... Anhhh~ Anhhh~ Anhhhhhhhh~" at first she felt pleasure but just a moment later.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Don't do that.... No save me.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Masterrrrrre save meeeeeeeee." The pain that she felt in her whole life came back to her when Anon opened her pain sensors.
Tears started dropping off of her eyes as she felt a thing that she Never felt in her whole life... Her whole body twitched like a dying spider, blood started coming out of her nose hut before she could've died...
"Turn it off."
[Pain Sensors: Off]
"Woooh, That felt amazingly satisfying. Seeing anyone's attitude crack is the best thing, especially the ones like you. So, do you understand the rules of the game, Now ?" Anon asked with a smile on his face.
The clone now felt one more emotion in her mind and that was fear, fear of Anon. She didn't wanted to feel any of that again. Not in this lifetime.
"Y-Yes, I understand. I understand everything you say, please don't turn on my pain sensors please, i beg of you." The clone said as it looked at Anon with a feared expression.
"Good."
"Is everything alright inside, sir ? We heard some loud screams. Should we come inside ?" Grok asked from outside.
"Well, if you come inside next scream can be yours, Now you can come in if you want to." Anon spoke.
Suddenly Grok's face turned pale as different possibilities ran inside his brain, of what Anon was doing to the queen Derein's clone inside the tent.
"Who the hell is that guy ? We fucked her so many times, did the most freaky stuff with her, hell we even shoved a beer bottle up her ass but not even a single cry left her mouth, and this guy was only 45 minutes inside and she cried so hard." One of the soldiers spoke.
"Oh, he must be very merciless guy." One of the girls in the camp spoke in a very sexy and horny tone as she looked at the tent, that Anon was in.n.(Oπ£πππ·In
"Woah, She really have some wierd tastes huh ?" The male soldier spoke as he looked at his friend.
"Na, She just likes guys who are stronger than her. Hell she will even sleep with you if you defeat her in a strength based Competition."
"Why are you adding 'Hell' before every sentence ?"
"It sounds cool."
"Hell yeah, it does."
"Question No.1, Who is your master?" Anon's voice was firm as he confronted the clone.
"I don't know," the clone stammered.
"Pain Sensors On." Anon's command caused the clone to writhe in agony as the pain surged through her body making her remember the harsh things those soldiers did with her.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, nooooo, I really don't know who he is. I was made with the other clones. I receive orders from my superiors. Whenever master wished to use Queen Derein's pussy he called for me, but my eyes were always blindfolded and i can only remove it after i am done receiving his seed."
"Pain Sensors Off." Anon said as he knew that she was speaking truth this time.
"*Hah-Hah* Th-The main orders are recieved by the superior clones, they recieved them directly from our master. I was made two years ago with this same face of queen Derein, my master used me as he seemed fit for last two years, but today i was sent here to pose as the real Queen Derein and get you killed by manipulating her subordinate's brains into thinking that you are a very big threat to his kingdom and they agreed easily to my surprise.
He added some of the clones as soldiers in Queen Derein's Army to help me." The clone spoke in a very swift manner.
Anon's eyes bore into the clone's eyes, his determination unyielding. "Tell me, what was your plan if you had killed me back there?"
"I was supposed to kill Queen Derein's subordinates and run away if I can. But if I got caught by someone, I was supposed to..." The clone hesitated.
"You were supposed to do what? Speak, or i will turn the pain sensors on..." Anon's threat hung in the air.
"I-I am speaking, don't do that. I was supposed to get tortured by the knight captain and pretend that I am in pain even though i couldn't feel pain until now, divulging false information into their minds about my master's strategies," the clone explained.
Anon listened carefully, analyzing the clone's words. "Interesting. What was this false information ? Care to share it with me ?"
"I was supposed to tell the humans that my master plans to kill all of you and that his clones are among your ranks, watching your every move. He intended to sow discord, making you humans turn against each other and eliminate some of you with this information." the clone revealed with a sinister smile.
Anon nodded thoughtfully. "That's a cunning strategy. But does your master indeed have clones among these soldiers?"
"Yes, many of my master's clones are already inside their ranks," the clone replied with another big smile on her face.
"Did I tell you to smile, huh ? Pain sensors on." Anon's voice was cold.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Nooooooooooooooo. Please, I will never laugh, stop it please. I beg you." the clone cried in pain.
"Pain Sensors off. Now, only do whatever I tell you to, or you know the rest," Anon warned with a smile.
"Y-Yes." The clone nodded as the blood from her nose reached her lips.
"Now, the last question. Where is the real Queen Derein?" Anon asked.
"Behind her tent, there are crates of swords and shields. She is inside the 4th crate from the top left," the clone immediately replied, knowing the consequences of holding back information.
"Well, I believe you've spoken everything with 100% truth, but the problem is, I still can't trust you, so..." Anon said as he stood up and grabbed her head.
Memories flooded Anon's mind, revealing the dark room where the clones were created, a sinister magic circle on the ground. The process involved the use of meat, blood, and bones to replicate the original human.
Animals nd humans were being butchered in a room by zombies without any mercy.I think you should take a look at
Anon pondered, "This guy is truly a psychotic bastard. The level of deception is unfathomable. How did he make her look so real, and how does she possess a separate brain?"
Decisively, Anon initiated another skill,
"Huh...? What just happened?" The clone looked at Anon with confusion.
"My investigation is finished. If you survive today, we may meet again," Anon said as he donned his mask and left the tent.
"What ? Hey, What do you mean by-"
"Pain Sensors on."
"Ahhhhhhh.... My headddddd."
Outside, he witnessed many soldiers standing naked before Grok.
Anon couldn't help but remark sarcastically, "That's quite a sight to behold."
"They are the soldiers who did awfully unspeakable things to Queen Derein's clone in excuse of investigating her." Grad spoke.
Anon suddenly noticed that grad was standing besides him all this time and he didn't knew it.
'What the hell ? When did he come here ?' Anon wondered as he looked at grad.
"Your punishment can be death, be grateful that i am only making you run 50 rounds around the continent naked, upside-down. Now go." Grok shouted as he came back to Anon and grad.
Grok addressed Anon, his tone turning polite, "Sir, did you obtain any information from her?"
"Yes, your Queen Derein, the real one, is inside the weapon supply crates behind her tent, 4th from the top left," Anon replied.
"Excellent. I will rescue her immediately," Grad said, rushing off to save the true Queen Derein.
Anon and Grok then engaged in conversation. "So, did you do it with her?" Grok inquired casually.
Anon responded with a smirk, "What if I did? Is there something wrong with that? Or are you going to make me run 50 rounds around the kingdom naked and upside-down?"
Grok chuckled, "Oh, no, no, no. I wouldn't dare do that. It was just a clone, after all, no big deal."
Anon pressed further, testing the king's honesty, "That clone claimed she proposed a plan to kill me in front of you all, and you all readily agreed. Is that true?"
"Well, you can't be believing that thing, are you ? That's not even human." Grok spoke with a sly smile.
He failed at the honesty test.
Anon immediately summoned his sickles of death.
As soon as Grok uttered the lie, Anon summoned his sickles and vanished from his original position, reappearing behind Grok, both sickles pointed at his neck.
"You!!! Do you realize that I am an Honorable king of one of the seven continents?" Grok spoke with fear permeating his voice.
"That tone of yours betrays your fear. You know that right now, you can't do anything. But should my mood change even slightly, killing you would be effortless. Your head would become a decorative trophy for my house. So, the next time you speak, be mindful of your words, or your cute little neck may find itself in dire straits." Anon's voice carried a weight of gravity and grimness. The sickles remained fixed at Grok's neck, not budging an inch to allow any escape.
"I-I understand. We agreed. But I wasn't acting alone in this plot. Grad also agreed, along with all seven house leaders of this continent, as did the knight captains. However, it was all because that clone manipulated our minds into agreement. We were against that decision from the very start, and Frank had warned us about your power, but that damned clone, it was all her fault." Grok shifted the blame, trying to absolve himself of responsibility.
"So, you're saying the clone is accountable for a decision you also agreed to?" Anon inquired.
"N-No, it's not like that... You've misunderstood." Grok attempted to persuade Anon.nππ£β―-π π·-In
Tension was visible on Grok's face and only one thing came again and again to his mind "Where are you, Grad? Please hurry back."
Grad returned, taking note of the unusual scene, and for a moment, he fell silent, before asking with a serious expression, "What's happening here? Care to explain, Sir?"
"Well, it appears you and your subordinates agreed to kill me at that clone's suggestion. But when I asked this self-proclaimed king here, he lied through his teeth." Anon clarified.
"Sir, perhaps we could resolve this like gentlemen. There's no need for weapons among us. That clone played a mind manipulation trick, posing as one of our trusted subordinates," Grad explained.
"Seems like this audience needs new kings, because these ones are unable to make decisions on their own and failing to recognize those who aided them in times of crisis," Anon asserted, bringing the sickles closer together, with Grok's neck now between them.
"Grad, do something before he kills me! God damnit." Grok pleaded.
In response, Grad vanished from his position, reappearing behind Anon with his sword pointed directly at Anon's nape.
"Well, isn't this a tricky situation?" Anon remarked before vanishing once more and reappearing at a distance.
"You're still a kid, and if you think ambushing one of my subordinates from behind is a remarkable feat, then you're mistaken," Grad taunted.
Anon retorted, "Well, why don't you both try me together now?"
"Ah, I'm up for this challenge," Grok declared as he summoned his sword.
"Come, let me show you how a grown-up fights, kid," Grad challenged, summoning both of his swords.
Anon mocked, "I'm quite certain an adult wouldn't need two swords to face a kid, old man."
"Oh yes, you're right. But you're no ordinary kid, which is why I'll go all out. Come, I'll give you the first chance to attack," Grad said with a smile.
"No, I prefer giving the weak side the chance to strike first, so both of you come at me together," Anon replied, assuming a defensive stance.
"As you wish, kid," Grok agreed, and both vanished from their positions, reappearing behind and in front of Anon.
They pointed their swords at him and spoke simultaneously,
"Game over, kid."
"Hahaha, the game can't be over so soon. I haven't even gotten to play," Anon responded before utilizing a skill.
In a matter of seconds, Anon disarmed both of them, leaving them weaponless, and aimed the tips of his sickles at their necks simultaneously.I think you should take a look at
When the skill's effect wore off, Grad and Grok were bewildered to find their weapons gone, and Anon holding his sickles at their necks.
"What the-?" Grad expressed his surprise.
"Where the hell did my sword go?" Grok wondered as he looked around, spotting his sword on the floor.
Clap-Clap
A clapping sound emanated from afar. They turned their attention to its source, Queen Derein herself.
"Amazing. What is your name, sir?" Derein inquired.
"Do I need to tell you?" Anon responded.
"No, it's up to you. If you don't want to, I won't push it," Derein said.
"Cool." Anon said as he kept his identity secret
"I see you came as an ally, but due to misunderstandings, you ended up pointing your sickles at my two subordinates. I apologize for their mistakes. Please forgive them," Queen Derein humbly apologized with a bow.
Anon retracted his sickles and replied, "That's the attitude of a Queen. I like it."
Both Grad and Grok retrieved their weapons and quickly left the scene with faces of defeat.
"Wait." Anon stopped both of them.
"What ?" Grok asked.
"I don't need those ogres to destroy this Kingdom, if i wanted to do it, i would've done it long ago, so the next time you wish to kill me. Keep this in your mind." Anon said.
Grad and Grok both of them left after listening to him
"So, you're still not telling me your name, huh?" Derein asked.
"Nope."
"What if I promise not to reveal your identity to anyone?" Queen Derein offered.
"Well, you already know my name," Anon replied.
"What? But we've never met?"
"Yeah, maybe you recognize me now." Anon removed his mask.
Derein's eyes widened as recognition set in. "You're... the legendary Anon? The one who's been rumored to possess extraordinary powers and abilities, i saw you running in the kingdom's Night Run but you suddenly disappeared in the middle of it ? People still say that you are inside that forest honing your skills."
Anon smirked. "That's what they say. But rumors often exaggerate."
Derein's curiosity was piqued. "Your skills are indeed remarkable. Tell me, why have you come here and those ogres, do they really Respects you as their master ?"
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"Well, it's my home too. Why not lend a hand in defending it? And yes, these ogres treat me as their master," Anon confidently replied.
"Hmm... Well, you're truly remarkable for someone your age. Would you consider becoming a noble in my kingdom? You can even marry my daughter if you desire. I'm certain she'd gladly marry a man like you," Derein proposed, acknowledging Anon's power.
"No, I don't marry. I only have sex and make sex slaves. I don't think you want your daughter to be my sex slave." Anon responded nonchalantly.
"You rogue, aren't you being rather harsh to a sweet queen like me ?" Derein playfully chided him.
"Well, I'm simply speaking the truth," Anon retorted.
"So, how much power do you possess? You don't have to disclose personal information, but could you give me an example of your power ?" Derein inquired, eager to know the extent of Anon's might.
"Hmmm... An interesting question. Let's just say I could easily conquer seven continents if I wanted to," Anon replied, rising from his seat and gazing toward the direction of the rising sun.
"Ah, then you must command a vast army of ogres, right?" Derein asked, standing up as well.
As the sun appeared on the horizon, its first ray touched Anon's face, eliciting a subtle smile as he spoke again.
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"I don't need them for that. I can take these continents single handedly without any help at all. That's how much power i possess. I don't need ogres to fight for me, they just do because they want to." Anon replied with a smile on his face.
Derein's face turned pale, and confusion clouded her expression. "W-What do you mean? You don't need ogres? Aren't they your source of power ? Do you have anything else other than the ogres ?"
"Nice try, but I'm not foolish enough to reveal my cards so easily," Anon stated, his figure somewhat blurred by the sunlight.
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"What if I tell you the size of my army? Will you do the same?" Derein proposed.
"I already know you have over 150,000 soldiers in your kingdom's army, including a small squad of elites protecting you and your familyβabout twelve members in it," Anon said with a smile.
"T-That's classified information! Not even my family knows about that elite squad. How do you know?" Derein asked, realizing the extent of Anon's capabilities.
"Darling, that's how it works. You must be aware of your surroundings to play your cards right," Anon replied, catching Derein off guard.
[This kid, he is too clever], Derein thought to herself, but Anon heard it clearly and grinned.
"Anon, I have something to ask you," Derein spoke, her expression turning serious.
"Go ahead," Anon said with a smile.
"Are you a foe or a friend to my continent?" Derein inquired, her face grave.
"Neither. I remain neutral to your continent, but if someone from your land dares to slap me, then you better be prepared," Anon stated with a smile.
"I don't believe anyone in my continent possesses the power to slap you, unless you allow them to," Derein said cunningly.
"You're quite the cunning one, girls like you are very unique to find." Anon replied.I think you should take a look at
"What can i do, being a queen teaches you stuff beyond humanity." Derein replied.
"Indeed a sly fox." Anon laughed.
I am indeed. That's why I want to propose you an alliance with my kingdom. I'll provide you anything you desire in return, and you'll only need to lend me your ogre army for the future battles," Derein suggested.
"What kind of future battles are you talking about?" Anon asked with a confused expression.
"You don't know?" Derein asked, surprised.
"Well, since I asked, why don't you enlighten me?" Anon asked with a sarcastic tone.
"The slave traders from the human kingdom have been running rampant. Last month, 300 elf children were abducted and auctioned off in one night. The black market got overwhelmed with buyers immediately. However, an elf infiltrated in the black market with her squad that night, killing over 600 humans and rescuing her kind back to their kingdom," Derein explained.
"Well, I see nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, humans need a taste of their own medicine," Anon replied, lighting a cigar.
"I agree, but those humans were not ordinary. They included big landlords, faction leaders, and even members of royal families. And by royal families, I mean the actual royals," Derein spoke with sadness in her voice.
"Even from your own family?" Anon inquired.
"Yes, sadly, my third brother's son was among them," Derein revealed.
"Hahaha, seems like even the real royal family isn't squeaky clean either," Anon laughed, puffing smoke from his mouth.
"That's true. He was a pervert from the beginning, but that's not important. What matters is that he was part of the royal family, and we can't let our audience see a royal member getting killed while we sit idle. We must do something," Derein said with determination.
"So, you plan to balance the scales by killing their kind?" Anon asked.
"Yes, precisely. However, if we go all out now, we will surely lose. You witnessed the heavy losses our soldiers suffered today, and compensating their families will exhaust both manpower and economy. That's why I need your ogre army to bolster our position," Derein explained.
"So, you want to go all out with my ogre army?" Anon questioned.
"No, I have contacts within the elf kingdom. My men will pave the way inside, and your ogres will wreak havoc inside. With one swift move, we'll achieve three goals. If the ogres kill the elves, we won't be suspected. The humans will get their revenge, and the number of elves will decrease, creating an opportunity to exert control when the time is right," Derein clarified.
"You are one wicked lady, you know that?" Anon said with a smile.
"I'm aware. Arthur often tells me so but i am a queen and i have to fight for my kind, you called this Kingdom your home too. Will you help ?"
"Why do you harbor such animosity toward the elves ? They definitely did something to you, didn't they ?" Anon inquired.
"Those bastards killed my husband in his sleep, raped me three times and killed my two daughters. I will erase them or enslave them at any cost. I just want to ask you, are you with me ?" Derein spoke with a face of seriousness.
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"I remember that night as vividly as if it happened yesterday, even though it was three long years ago. My husband and I were peacefully asleep in our royal chamber when those vile bastards, wielding their accursed magic, barged in through the windows like madmen on a rampage.
Before my husband could even reach for his sword, they ruthlessly shot two arrows into both of his knees, causing him to crumble to the ground in agony. I watched in horror as they callously kicked and toyed with him, his cries of pain echoing in the room. He had done no harm to any of them, and when the guards arrived, they too fell easily, struck down by those wicked magical arrows.
As I attempted to shout for help, one of them forcefully covered my mouth, silencing any chance of rescue. With a cruel glint in their eyes, they mercilessly plunged a knife into my husband's body repeatedly, bringing him to the brink of death only to heal him and repeat the horrifying process.
The night was a relentless torment that lasted for three excruciating hours. I eventually lost consciousness, but when I regained my senses, the gruesome onslaught continued. Finally, they must have seen that my husband could no longer make a sound, and they ended his life in the most brutal manner.
Then those bastards, went for my children. First my son, Atlas. They toyed with him by throwing daggers at his chest, after they got bored with him, one of them grabbed one pf his leg and pulled it away from his body brutally.n-)Oππ²π΅π1n
He shouting sounds are still in mind... He shouted my name again again. 'Mommy Help Me... Mommy Help me.'
I tried to break free of them but i couldn't because i was weak, I was afraid.
When Atlas stopped screaming, something died inside of me but that's not where those bastards stopped.
They immediately attacked my middle daughter, Laura. They ripped her clothes, raped her, kicked her in her vagina, shoved up a sword in her mouth and killed her too.
My mind couldn't handle it. I felt so powerless at that moment i wanted to commit suicide at the moment but it was not the end of my suffering.
That's when they went for me. Those elf bastards, ripped off my clothes like some beasts in heat and raped me over and over till the morning but when they were about to kill me, my husband's knight commander reached in front of our room and saw those bastards.
As soon as he unsheathed his sword, those elf bastards ran away, like cowards."
"They managed to escape?" Anon inquired.
"Yes, but their queen sought me out for a meeting. She offered apologies for her kin's actions, but then she uttered two sentences that still haunt me to this day," Derein continued.
"What did she say?" Anon pressed further.
"She said, 'I apologize once again, but they were just some drunk kids. You should forgive them. Your kind is not that good either; your kind killed my father in battle against the demon king.'"
"Well, that's true. Your father was involved in the strategy of mass murdering during the war, wasn't he?" Anon remarked.
"I acknowledge his actions, but why did they have to kill my husband for his past deeds? Why should my children suffer for what my father did?" Derein's eyes glistened with tears, but she refused to let them fall.
"Take a moment to compose yourself," Anon advised, trying to console her.
"No, I made an oath upon my children and husband's graves that I will obliterate the elven race from this world. I won't shed a single tear until I have wiped them out or enslaved them. They will suffer the same fate they inflicted on my husband, or worse," Derein vowed, her eyes burning with a fierce desire for revenge.
'Enslaving the elf race? An interesting plan, but I prefer to have a separate elf harem for myself. I can't let them go extinct before that,' Anon mused as he closed the distance between himself and Derein.I think you should take a look at
"Queen Derein, I will help you," Anon declared.
"Huh? Really?" Derein asked, taken aback by his sudden offer.
"Yes, but not in the way you imagine," Anon clarified.
"What do you mean?" Derein inquired.
"Give me five months, and I will take over the elven kingdom without resorting to violence or bloodshed," Anon proclaimed.
A chill ran down Derein's spine as she heard Anon's confident words. The look in his eyes was enough to convince her that he spoke the truth.
"Your words are bold, but I couldn't even infiltrate their kingdom for one year. Do you truly believe you can take over the entire kingdom in just five months? Elves are wise creatures, having lived for thousands of years and witnessed almost everything in the human domain. Do you still think you can succeed?" Derein questioned skeptically.
"When I speak, I never take my words back," Anon responded, his demeanor unwavering.
'Wow! It sounded even cooler than I imagined,' Anon thought with a sense of satisfaction.
"I'll give you one year to accomplish your goal of taking over the elf kingdom. If you fail, you'll have to come to my castle and grant me full control over your ogre army. However, you'll be treated as an equal and allowed to live in my castle. What do you say? It's a win-win for you," Queen Derein proposed, her expression serious.
"Okay, I agree, but I won't need that long to fulfill my promise," Anon declared with confidence.
"Let's formalize our agreement with a mana contract," Derein suggested.
"Why? Don't you trust me?" Anon inquired.
"I do, but the queen within me wants reassurance," Derein explained.
"Fair enough," Anon acknowledged as he gazed at Derein.
Derein promptly summoned a mana contract, and they both signed it with their blood after writing their terms.
"Thank you, Anon. I will never forget this," Derein expressed her gratitude with a smile.
Suddenly, a knight rushed towards them, interrupting their conversation.
"My Queen, Sir Arthur is awake, but he doesn't appear well. He's asking for you," the knight reported, bowing on one knee.Β
Both Anon and Queen Derein rushed back to the healer camps, their faces grim with determination. There, they found King Arthur lying on a large bed, surrounded by a circle of healers casting continuous healing spells.
As Arthur caught sight of Derein, he spoke in a soft and weakened tone, "Hello, My Love."
"No, Arthur. Save your strength, don't speak," Derein pleaded.
"I don't have much time. I can feel it, my body is fading," Arthur spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
Cough-cough He suddenly coughed, vomiting a handful of blood.
"No, No, No... Healers, do something!" Derein shouted in desperation.
"Queen Derein, can you come here for a moment?" The Great Mother called for her.
Reluctantly, Derein approached, but Arthur grabbed her hand to stop her. "Don't go, she will tell you what I already know. My time is running out."
"No, that's not it, Arthur-" Derein tried to reason, but the Great Mother interrupted.
"King Arthur is right. His end is near, and there's no easy way to say it. I'm sorry, but it's the truth," the Great Mother said somberly.
"How can he die? There are over sixteen healers here, and you're saying he will still die?" Derein asked, her anger seeping through her words.
"Derein, please calm down," Grok intervened as he grabbed her hand.
"I understand-" Grad began, but Derein's rage turned on him, her eyes glowing bright blue.
"Shut up, You don't know how it feels to lose someone, you love. This guy over here didn't even got married and you, your wife is still alive, right ? But i lost many things and I can't lose him." Derein spoke as she looked at grad and grok.
"Ma'am, this is the harsh reality of life. One who is born must die, and today is King Arthur's time. No matter what we do, it cannot be altered, it's written by the gods. You can't change fate of the one that the god wrote for him." the Great Mother spoke solemnly.
"Enough, don't tell me if he will die or live. Just tell me the problem in healing him," Queen Derein asked one of the healers.
"My Queen, King Arthur has been affected by Negative Mana. It's consuming his original mana, turning him into a demon from within. Our healing powers can only slow it down, but we can't reverse or destroy it," the healer responded.
"Is there any artifact or magical medicine that can help? Maybe we need more experienced healers? Call more experienced healers feom my kingdom." Queen Derein asked, her eyes fixed on Arthur.
"Time is precious, my love. Come here; I want to talk to you and make the gods jealous, knowing I spoke to the most beautiful woman in my final moments," Arthur stretched his hand towards Derein.
"We should give them some privacy; everyone out of the tent," the Great Mother commanded.
"Can I take a look?" Anon asked, directing his gaze at Derein.
"Who are you? What are you doing in this camp?" The Great Mother asked with an air of suspicion.
"Ma'am, he's the one I was telling you about," one of the elite knight commanders whispered to the Great Mother.
"Oh, I-I apologize, dear sir. I didn't know who you were. Please forgive my rudeness," the Great Mother's tone shifted.
"May I take a look at him, Queen Derein?" Anon asked again as he closed his distance.I think you should take a look at
"Sure, go ahead," Derein replied, standing up as she understood his powers and hoped that he can heal arthur.
"Hello, Sir. I am King Arthur, and I owe you more than I can express. You came as an ally and helped us win this war. You are like a god's mercenary to us. Please meet my son after this ordeal, and one more thing: If you don't mind, can you kill me when I start turning into a demon? These healers won't do it until I kill one of them, so please," Arthur spoke emotionally.
"Quiet," Anon said as he placed his hand on Arthur's chest, where a dark energy was decaying his body.
"Ahhh..." Arthur winced in pain.
[Dense Negative Mana Has been Detected]
[Would you like to Absorb The Negative Mana?]
Two screens appeared in front of Anon.
'Yes.' Anon answered without hesitation.
The black negative mana started leaving Arthur's body, forming a ball of dark matter on Anon's fingertip. As it departed, the healing process accelerated, and Arthur's chest began to recover at an astonishing rate.
"This is absurd. How is he manipulating Negative Mana? Only demons can do that," one of the knight captains said, gripping his sword's hilt.
"He's right, Queen Derein. I think your new friend here is a demon," the Great Mother added.
Chk
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Two swords were immediately pointed at Anon, one by Grok and the other by Grad.
"The healing is working. Look, King Arthur is healing," one of the healers exclaimed.
"Put your weapons down. I will count to three, and if any swords are pointed at this man, I will point mine at him. Now, 1, 2...3." Before Derein could reach "3," all the swords were lowered.
"But he's a demon. He can control Negative Mana. Are we now friends with a demon?" Grok argued.
"At least he's not killing you, and he's helping Arthur. So, if you use your brains, you'll see that he's a friend, not an enemy, you fools," Derein snapped.
[Negative Mana has been absorbed completely]
Anon stood up, holding a basketball-sized sphere of black matter in his hands, and walked out of the tent.
"Let's see what you can do." Anon said as he threw the Negative Mana sphere towards a nearby tree.
As it touched the tree, the Negative Mana enveloped it, decaying the tree into nothing within seconds.
"That's toxic, i can't imagine what would've happened to my body if i were to use it." Anon remarked, looking at the tree.
Anon then looked at his finger and noticed that his bone was visible because the black matter of negative mana has eaten away his finger's mass.
"You know what he is, Derein. Even if he saved Arthur's life, that doesn't change his reality. He is a demon, and we confirmed it just now," Grok spoke, his words resolute.
"I will go and talk to him," Derein declared as she walked out of the tent, finding Anon examining his finger. She noticed the wound on his finger, decayed yet slowly healing.
"You are not a demon, are you?" Derein inquired.
"No," Anon replied.
"I knew it. The negative mana never shows physical effects on a demon's body. So, are you human?" Derein asked with a confused expression.
"100%," Anon answered.
"Then how did you manipulate the negative mana?" Derein pressed.
"I can't reveal my cards like that, can I?" Anon replied with a confident smile behind his mask.
Derein persisted, "Can you prove it to my partners that you are not a demon?"
"Why should I prove myself to anyone? The powerful one never needs to prove himself to the weaker once, does he ?" Anon retorted.
"Because we don't make friends out of the demon race," Grok interjected from inside the tent.
"Don't listen to him. He's just foolish. But if you prove today that you are human and belong to our race, no one in the future will point at you for being a demon," Derein reasoned.
"Well, let's see what kind of test you have for me." Anon said, turning around to face Derein.
Inside the tent...
Grok and Grad talked about the Little fight they had with Anon some moments ago.
"That's what I was wondering. How can he move so fast? Now I understand how he did that, because he is a demon," Grad spoke to Grok.
"Yes, demons are agile creatures," Grok concurred.
Derein re-entered the tent, holding three crystal balls in her hands. "Here you go," she said, giving one to Grok.
"What's this?" Grok asked, observing the shining words inside the crystal ball.
"Hmm...? What is this, Queen Derein?" Grad inquired.
"This is verification that he is human," Derein explained.
"This... It can't be true. How can he be human? This has to be fake," Grok replied, his expression one of disbelief.
Anon re-entered the tent and looked at Grad and Grok, who were still staring at the crystal ball in astonishment.
"Well, let's prove if it's fake or not. Sir, will you place your hand on this crystal ball?" Derein requested, holding the crystal ball before Anon.
Without hesitation, Anon placed his hand on the crystal ball, and the same words as before appeared.
"Are you kidding me? If he is a Human. How do you explain the negative mana control? It can only be manipulated by demons," Grad said, a perplexed expression on his face.
"Well, now it's changed. I changed it. Now all the demons and one human can control the negative mana," Anon asserted.
Silence enveloped the room as everyone contemplated Derein's words and the possibility that Anon was truly human.
"Now that your doubts are clear, why don't we clear up the debts?" Anon said, summoning his sickles of death.
"Oi, What are you doing?" Grok asked, recognizing the sensation from before.
"I have been polite for the past hour, but you crossed the line when you pointed your swords at me just a moment ago," Anon said, directing both sickles at Grad and Grok's faces.
Bloodlust started oozing out of his body.
"So what? I am the king, I can do whatever I want, and I am sorry for that, but you can't kill me for something like that," Grok stammered.
"Well, i will be sure to say sorry after killing you." Anon said as he moved the sickles closer to their necks.
"Sir, please put your weapons down. I don't think you want to do this on such a good occasion. Why don't you give them one last warning and i will manage the rest ?" Arthur suggested as he stood up from the bed and got dressed.
Anon lowered his sickles and spoke, "Listen, you attitude holders. I know you became kings after fighting many battles, but what will happen if I ask for a duel with you in front of your audience? Your soldiers?"
Neither of them answered and just continued to stare at Anon.
"Let me tell you what will happen, you guys will have to accept it, forcefully, because you can't say no to someone who challenged you in front of your audience. But once you accept it, you will get beaten down by me, brutally. Once your people, your soldiers, see that, they will lose faith in you. They will lose faith because you are not the powerful one anymore. It will be me," Anon said assertively.
"Are you threatening me?" Grok questioned as his expressions turned into a suspicious one.
"No, I am just telling both of you to be in your limits. You believe that with some handful of soldiers, you can win the world. But you don't know that I can crush them with just my right hand's thumb, so be careful next time you talk to me.
Threatening is something that one says but can't do; this is my promise: the next time you badmouth me, your son or daughter will be the next king or queen of your Continent.
I will be taking my leave now," Anon declared as he gave both of them a deadly gaze and walked out of the tent.
"Sir, wait," Arthur said, following him outside.
Suddenly Frank entered the tent from behind and saw King Grok and King Grad standing in one corner with uncomfortable expressions. "What happened? Sir Grad? Sir Grok?" Frank asked.
Both of them hurriedly left the tent from the other side.
"What happened to them? Care to explain, great Mother?" Frank inquired.
"Well, let's just say a guy we don't even know just showed his authority and threatened to kill the kings of two big Continents, without any filters in his words." the great mother explained.
"Let me guess, was it the guy in the mask ?" Frank asked with a smile.
"Yep."
"Knew it."
Arthur stood tall, his eyes locked with Anon's as he posed the question, "Sir, will you come to the feast today in the royal castle?"
"I will try," Anon responded, his voice low and unwavering, as he continued to walk with an air of confidence.
"I am sorry for my partner's behavior. Please forgive them. They just fear the demons, that's why they pointed their swords at you, i hope you can really forgive them in your heart." Arthur quickly explained, trying to smooth over any tension.
Whistle
Anon let out a sharp, piercing whistle, and from the heavens, a magnificent black raven swooped down, landing gracefully at his feet.
Anon leaped onto the raven's back with practiced ease, his presence emanating power and authority. "Please come, the food will be good," Arthur called out in an attempt to convince Anon to join the feast.
But Anon was focused on another mission. "Soldiers, we are going back!" he bellowed, flying above the ogre soldiers who were feasting on food prepared by human soldiers.
"Everyone, follow master. We are heading back." No. 300, one of Anon's loyal companion, commanded, and all the ogres promptly mounted their wolves and left.
The ogres who were in middle of their meal aslo left the meal and followed the others immediately.
"Witness how swiftly they obey his orders, it's like they already knew what their master was about to order." marveled a human soldier, awestruck by the obedience of the ogre soldiers.
"Well, guess they are not as slacky as you, i hope you learn something from them." their knight commander retorted, acknowledging the unique bond Anon held with his followers.
Inside Arthur's tent...
Grok spoke with frustration, "You saw it, Arthur. Didn't you? That kid threatened to kill us in front of you, Derein, and the leaders of the seven Royal houses. Even my knight commander was laughing at me. I felt so inferior today, i can't even explain it."
Arthur calmly replied, "What do you want me to do about it?"
Grad's voice grew heated as he expressed his displeasure, "Arthur, we came to help you in this war, but when that kid threatened us, you did nothing... and now you say 'What do i want you to do about it ?'. You tone has changed drastically, as i see."
"It's not that king Grad, Don't take my talks in a wrong way." Arthur replied as he sat down on a table filled with different delicious meals.
"I will take it the wrong way, because when that kid was threatening us, you just sat on your bed watching two sickles being pointed at our faces and doing nothing about it." Grad spoke in an angry tone.
Arthur interjected, "That's what I am asking you. What do you expect me to do in that situation? You would've spoken up if you were strong enough to face him, but you two stood there because you knew you were not strong enough.I think you should take a look at
But When he started speaking, he held authority over all of us. His bloodlust rendered us speechless. Even if I had said anything back then, I would've stood by your side now. King Grok and King Grad, I don't want to be disrespectful or anything, but honestly I don't want to make enemies with someone who just wiped out an S-rank threat for our Kingdom."
Grok retorted, "So you're saying you won't support us if we go against him, right?"
Arthur paused, then clarified, "I never said that. I will support you. You helped me in this situation, and I will undoubtedly return the favor. But let me offer some advice. Don't go against him. He has transcended the boundaries of humans. If I'm correct, he's not even 18 yet. None of you were that strong at his age. So, I suggest you try to establish a friendly relationship with him. Derein, share your impressions of the boy."
Derein hesitated, then spoke, "I talked with him and tried to discern his boundaries and limits."
Grok and Grad were curious, "What did you find out?"
Derein revealed, "He said, and I quote, 'I can take over this kingdom easily.'"
Grok laughed dismissively, "Are you kidding me? He's just a child with some special abilities, showing off."
Derein calmly countered, "Grok, I used the
[Tone Of Truth] [Special Grade Skill] [Archer Class Exclusive Skill]
[The skill known as "Tone of Truth" is a concealed and enigmatic ability that allows its user to extract unwavering honesty from their targets without the latter being aware of its application. When activated, this skill grants the user the power to pose any question to the target, seeking the truth about any matter they desire to know. As the user speaks, a subtle aura of influence emanates from them, imperceptible to the target. This aura sets the stage for the Tone of Truth to take effect, without raising any suspicion or alerting the target to the manipulation of their words.
The true potency of this skill lies in its ability to discern falsehoods. If the target responds to a question with a lie, the user is immediately aware of the deception. There are no loopholes or equivocation that can escape the keen insight provided by the Tone of Truth. This formidable ability makes it nearly impossible for the target to hide any dishonesty from the user.
However, such power does not come without sacrifice. The user of the Tone of Truth must adhere to a fundamental drawback: they become incapable of speaking falsehoods themselves. This binding effect ensures that the user's words are always genuine and honest, even if it leads to personal discomfort or disadvantage.]
Stunned, Grad realized the gravity of the situation, "Wait, you are not kidding, right?"
Derein's expression was solemn, "King Grad, why do you think we are nobles or kings and queens while everyone standing outside is just a normal soldier?"
Confused, Grok responded, "We are far stronger than them, that's why."
Derein replied simply, "Then that's your answer. Anon is far stronger than any of us. He is the true royalty, and you have to accept it."