Royal Capital, First Ring...
Gilbert's Inn...
Inside the bustling inn, a vibrant atmosphere filled the air as people enjoyed their meals, drinks, and the melodic tunes of music. Among the crowd, one man sat aloof, a lone figure occupying an entire table at the top left table of the inn.
This formidable presence was none other than Anon himself, disguised as the bespectacled man back from the lab. That he killed.
Meanwhile, Mike and Silkky observed from a distance, their eyes fixed on Anon's every move.
A strikingly handsome waiter approached Anon, exuding an undeniable charm that could enchant any woman in an instant.
Anon's gaze didn't waver as he employed his own abilities to assess the waiter, named Mavrick, an incubus demon with a beguiling aura.
With a mere glance, Anon could discern Mavrick's demonic nature, his level, mana, and even his intentions.
<Demonic Eyes>
[Name: Mavrick]
[Class: Incubus]
[Race: Demon]
[Level: 42]
[Mana: 9000/9000]
[HP: 18000/18000]
[Remark: Wants to talk with you in private.]
'Jackpot.'
Mavrick possessed a unique ability that Anon recognized—a way to distribute a mysterious drug, sought after by many, which granted pleasure beyond compare. However, such a drug was strictly regulated, and members were limited to one extra dose per month.
"Can i have your order, Sir ?" He asked with a smile.
To acquire the extra dose of this precious drug, members had to come to the inn and convey specific words to the most attractive waiter, Mavrick.
"Ah, yes. I would like to have the usual," Anon responded casually.
Mavrick motioned for Anon to follow him to the second floor, and Anon signaled Mike and Silkky to do the same, secretly.
Together, they reached a room on the second floor, and as they entered, Mavrick closed the door behind them.
Anon surveyed the room and noticed only two chairs placed in the center, facing each other.
"Sit," Anon commanded.
Without hesitation, Anon seated himself, and Mavrick mirrored his actions.
"What's your problem, S-67? Speak your mind," Anon demanded, his temper unshaken.
Mavrick seemed taken aback by Anon's calm demeanor. "What do you mean?"
"You claimed you wouldn't return for three months after taking extra doses for the next three months, and yet here you are, asking for more. I must report this to our master," Mavrick explained, taking out a white crystal and moving towards the window.
Anon smirked, seeing an opportunity to exploit Mavrick's devotion to the master.
Click
[Speak]
An ominous sound resonated from the crystal.
"Sir, I want to report someone."
[Name]
The voice was deep and resolute.
"His name is S-67, and he took three extra doses in advance this month, but he's still here for more," Mavrick reported.
[Where are you right now?]
"Yes, Sir?" Mavrick replied, puzzled.
[I asked, where are you right now?]
"Sir, I am in the inn. Is there a problem?"
[Are you with S-67 right now?]
"Yes, Sir. Is there a problem?"
[Run now, Mavrick.]
"Sir?" Mavrick's confusion grew.
[S-67 is dead, and I am standing in front of his lifeless body right now. The one with you is an imposter. Run away now of you want to live.]
Fear washed over Mavrick, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he turned to face the figure behind him.
The S-67 he had known was gone, replaced by someone else entirely different.
"Hello, Maverick," Anon greeted him with a psychopathic grin.
"H-Help m-" Mavrick's plea was cut short as Anon seized his face and pinned him to the wall, snatching the crystal from his grasp.
"Hello, motherfucker. Can you hear my voice?" Anon taunted.
[Anon]
"Oh, so you know me," Anon responded with a surprised expression.
[I do. Why don't you leave the Incubus, and we strike a deal?]
"What deal?" Anon inquired.
[You are powerful, very powerful, but still just a kid. Join me, and together, we can rule this world with my army of undead.] He spoke.
Anon smirked. "I've already made a mess of your pathetic army."
[That was nothing, Anon. It's a mere fraction of my true force. If I unleashed my army upon this world, everything would crumble in seconds. But I don't want to rule the Undead. I desire dominion over the living.]
"Sounds like a cool plan, but my schedule is packed, you see. I don't have time for world domination, i have got bitches to fuck and I don't work with partners." Anon retorted with a wicked smile.
[Leave the Incubus, Anon. I want him.] Mavrick pleaded, his voice was desperate.
"Well, hearing that only makes me want to kill him even more," Anon replied, eyeing the Incubus with a psychopathic smile.
[Kill him, and blood will be repaid with blood.] Killing intent clearly audible in his tone.
"Oh, we'll see about that," Anon said as he shattered the crystal, severing the connection.
In the dark underground laboratory of the Nightmare Forest...
Crack
"Damn you, Anon," the blond man roared as he, too, crushed his crystal in frustration.
Undead servants collected the lifeless bodies of the girls Anon had killed.
"S-001, my precious, I'll avenge you. Go and butcher her," he ordered, directing his fury at the dead body of the lady in charge.
"Sir, every room is destroyed, and the butchering chamber is in ruins. The corpses are of no further use," a masked figure informed.
"Damn it! Find out where he lives and send a horde of undead to slaughter his entire family," the blond man commanded.
"Sir, there's something written on the wall. You should see this," the masked figure informed.
Curiosity piqued, the blond man entered the adjacent room, where a message was scrawled in blood on the wall, and 20 dead bodies were hung under the Message.
'COME AT ME WITH EVERYTHING, BITCH.'
"Oh i will, Anon."
A sinister smile crept across the blond man's face, a chilling realization dawning upon him—the confrontation with Anon would be nothing short of an epic clash of powers, and the world would bear witness to their cataclysmic battle.
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