7th Ring, House of Alchemist…
Underground Lab, 4th Floor.
“The power and skill he used, it surpassed even that of the witch girl, and with ten times the potency,” spoke the girl wearing glasses. Her green hair, emerald eyes, cute face, and fair complexion gave her an alluring appearance.
Her body boasted curves that surpassed any other girl, with a remarkably ample backside, large breasts, and a slim waist.
“Was that a spirit animal like you, Gior?” she inquired, her gaze shifting to the bird perched on her right shoulder.
“Yes, but he is exceptionally strong, and his master is even more formidable,” replied the bird.
“Oh, really?”
“Why this sudden interest in him?” the bird inquired.
“My father intends to propose me to him tomorrow,” she revealed.
“What?” exclaimed the bird, a mix of confusion and surprise evident in its voice.
“Yes. He believes I am nothing but a burden to the family and useless in this lab, so he plans to use my body to gain favor with him,” she explained.
“Will you marry him then?” the bird asked.
“No, I will kill him.”
“You can’t. He is far too powerful for you. You’ve spent your life in this lab, while he knows how to fight in the wild,” the bird cautioned.
“Well, we shall see if he can withstand my poison. Hehehe,” she declared, picking up a test tube filled with a green liquid from the table, her laughter carrying a sinister edge.
Academy…
The atmosphere within the academy was ablaze with discussion about Anon. Both commoners and nobles were filled with excitement and trepidation.
Anon emerged victorious in the second round after Samantha fell unconscious.
He continued his winning streak in the third and fourth rounds, effortlessly defeating two six-star noble students.
Jake withdrew from the competition upon witnessing Samantha being saved by his mother.
Now, only Ren and Frank remained for the last two rounds.
Anon was brought back to the academy, skipping one kingdom.
Upon Anon’s return, the commoner students regarded him with newfound admiration.
“Anon, you were extraordinary, brother!”
“Master Anon, please take me as your disciple.”
“Me too, Master Anon.”
Some desired to be his disciples, while others sought to become his spouses.
“Anon, marry me. I will take care of you for the rest of your life,” a girl from his class proposed.
“Anon, marry me too. I will fulfill your every desire in the bedroom.”
“Anon, impregnate me with your children. I will care for them and you.”
The girls went wild, recognizing Anon’s potential to become a prominent figure in the future.
Following today’s incident, numerous Archmages would vie for the opportunity to take him as their disciple. This was why they yearned to marry him and build a life together.
Seti’s Office…
Seti sat at her desk, her hand pressed against her temples. Frank and Ren stood before her, wearing neutral expressions.
Tension etched Seti’s face as she flipped through the pages of a book detailing Anon’s history.
“Born in this kingdom, his father was a knight who, due to heavy drinking and drug use, was dismissed from his post. He began anew as a farmer on the outskirts.
At the age of 34, he had a son named Anon with a girl named Jill.
Jill died under mysterious circumstances, and he remarried a woman named Freya, who had three daughters.
Fifteen years later, Anon’s father acquired a house on the outskirts, only to die under suspicious circumstances, presumably at the hands of Freya, who coveted the property.
After a few months, this commoner appears for the scholarship tests, defeating all participants in the 21-year-old category.
Weeks later, he enters our academy and shakes things up completely—breaking the javelin throw record, destroying the Immortal dummy, and now he stands on the verge of winning the most perilous race in the human kingdom.
Is this some sort of joke? A commoner with no background achieving such feats? It’s impossible. Someone is supporting him, but who remains unknown.
What we do know is that we must prevent him from winning this race, or our reputation will become a laughingstock for future generations.
I have already lost three blank mana contracts, and I am boiling with anger. So, who will face him in the next round?” Seti inquired.
Frank raised his hand suddenly.
“Yes, Frank. Do you wish to go next? Explain your plan to me first—”
“I want to withdraw,” Frank declared.
“What? Are you kidding me?” Seti asked, her face expressing surprise.
“Yes, I cannot compete against him. What if he uses the same spell he used on Samantha to kill me?” Frank spoke, though it was merely an excuse to display his respect for Anon.
“Frank, he cannot kill a seven-star noble. At the end of the day, he is still just a commoner. He fears us,” Seti stated confidently.
“Yeah, when it comes to raw power, it matters not whether one is a noble or a commoner,” Frank thought, chuckling softly.
“I’m out of this,” Frank declared as he left the room.
“You are a disappointment to your family name,” Seti muttered in a low tone.
“I heard that,” Frank replied from outside the room as he walked back to the academy grounds, settling far behind Anon.
“I withdrew from the race,” Frank informed him.
“I didn’t ask you to,” Anon replied.
“Well, I dislike seeing myself lose to someone, so I quit a match I knew I couldn’t win,” Frank said, a smile playing on his lips.
“We had a deal. Where is your mother?” Anon inquired.
“Ah, right. Here,” Frank responded, producing a slave contract from his pocket.
“What is this?” Anon questioned.
“My mother’s slave contract. She opposed my decision and attempted suicide, so I made her my slave. She will arrive at your house by morning,” Frank explained, handing the contract to Anon.
“Good job. Your brothers will meet their end tonight. I’ve dispatched Mike. Just prepare a large glass case to display their severed heads.”