As Anon ventured further into the forest, a strange phenomenon occurred: the once-active wildlife fell silent. Sensing the abnormal stillness, Anon activated his heightened senses, taking in every minute detail of his surroundings. 𝒷𝓭ℴ𝓋𝓵.𝒸ℴ𝓶
“Blood…” Anon muttered, catching the distinct scent of fresh blood permeating the air.
Unbeknownst to him, he was already encircled by a horde of formidable creatures known as kongs. Their eyes glimmered through the foliage, emanating a bloodlust that dripped like poison.
Anon surveyed his immediate vicinity, keenly identifying the positions of each kong. He halted his steps, standing amidst hundreds of these deadly adversaries.
“Let’s play, monkeys,” Anon uttered, his voice laced with an air of dark confidence.
The kongs emerged from the dense underbrush, their eyes glowing a malevolent crimson. Clad in metallic blue armor, their bodies boasted scorpion-like tails that exuded power and menace.
Rawr
In a matter of seconds, a multitude of kongs swarmed around Anon, surrounding him on all sides.
“Hello, boys,” Anon addressed them, a sly smile crossing his face as he employed a skill.
<Hypnosis>
His eyes gleamed with a vibrant purple hue, mirroring the captivating shade that appeared in the eyes of the nearest kong.
Anon swiftly shifted his gaze to another kong, casting the same hypnotic spell.
In a single sweep, Anon successfully hypnotized 40% of the kongs, their eyes now reflecting the same entranced shade of purple. A smile of triumph curved his lips.
“Now, kill each other for me,” Anon commanded silently, projecting his intentions into their minds.
The hypnotized kongs wasted no time, launching into a frenzy of attacks against their bewildered comrades. Chaos ensued as the unaffected kongs struggled to comprehend the sudden betrayal, fighting back against their former allies.
Taking advantage of the ensuing skirmish, Anon deftly slipped away from the midst of the battling kongs.
“Landon, did you witness that? Why are the kongs turning on each other?” Seraphina queried, her voice tinged with confusion.
“I-I don’t know. They usually travel in groups, but something has clearly set them off. On the bright side, Anon has successfully crossed the forest and is on the verge of reentering our kingdom. Can you believe it? He’s almost here,” Landon responded.
With a triumphant smile adorning his face, Anon continued his journey, exiting the forest unscathed. However, as he emerged from the forest’s depths, a flamboyantly dressed man awaited him, brandishing a broadsword dripping with bloodlust.
The stranger emitted an aura of psychopathic malevolence, instantly signaling to Anon that he was not to be underestimated. Anon instinctively halted his steps, eyeing the man with caution.
“Look, Seraphina, Anon has paused once again, and it seems this fellow, who gives off a rather effeminate vibe to me, is the cause,” Landon remarked.
“I believe he may be a contract killer,” Seraphina responded.
“Who are you?” Anon inquired, his voice steady.
“I am Jack,” the man replied.
“In that pink coat, you look more like a gay to me,” Anon retorted.
“To be honest, I am a gay.” Jack replied with a sinister smile.
“What do you want?” Anon pressed on.
“I don’t want anything. My master desires your demise,” Jack stated, gripping his broadsword’s hilt firmly.
<PsycheSenses>
[I will teleport to his left, 300 meters away from him, and execute a surprise ranged attack.]
Anon listened to Jack’s strategy intently.
“Prepare to meet your end, Anon.”
Jack vanished from his position, reappearing precisely 300 meters to Anon’s left. He unleashed a fireball spell, aiming to strike him down.
Anticipating Jack’s move, Anon evaded the attack effortlessly.
[Impressive dodge, kid. Let’s see if you can repeat it 200 meters to your right.]
Once again, Jack disappeared, this time reemerging 200 meters to Anon’s right, hurling another fireball his way.
With practiced ease, Anon evaded the attack once more.
“Remarkable, you’re quite skilled, kid.”
[Left again, and then right.]
Jack relentlessly pressed his assault, attempting to close the distance with each attack. Yet, Anon’s reflexes proved too quick, evading each strike. After four successive attacks, Jack achieved the range he had been waiting for—a point-blank encounter.
A sinister smile crept across Jack’s face as he pointed the tip of his broadsword dangerously close to Anon’s visage.
“Now, it’s your end, kid,” Jack taunted, ready to impale Anon with his broadsword.
“But it’s my turn,” Anon countered, a subtle smile playing upon his lips.
<Neural Devastation>
Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from the depths of Anon’s mind. These waves resonated instantaneously with the patterns generated by Jack’s brain, triggering a cataclysmic reaction within Jack’s skull.
Mid-air, his mind exploded, blood spewed from his nose, mouth, and ears. His once-vibrant eyes transformed into a menacing crimson, while his lifeless body plummeted to the ground.
“Well, that was a useful skill. I might need to employ it more frequently,” Anon mused, delivering a swift kick to Jack’s lifeless form before continuing his path.
At the Academy…
“What just happened? Why did he collapse like that? Is he dead?”
“How did Anon accomplish that?”
“Could he be a demon?”
“No, he must be endowed with incredible speed, surpassing the limits of human perception.”
Conversations erupted among the students, questions swirling in their minds.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Anon has once again entered our realm, facing only one remaining obstacle: the Nightmare Forest. Within its confines, time operates differently, with an hour inside potentially equaling a year or even a mere second in the outside world. It presents the greatest challenge in this race.
Many have perished within its treacherous depths, lost to its bewildering paths and the distortions of time. Let us not forget the presence of four distinct tribes of deadly creatures residing within these woods.
Will Anon prevail in the perilous realm of the Nightmare Forest?” Seraphina elucidated, revealing the final hurdle.
As Anon neared the entrance of the Nightmare Forest, he activated a skill.
<Psychic Connection>
‘No.300, are you ready?’
‘Yes, master. We are concealed within the bushes and have marked the fastest route out of the forest. Remember, here, ten minutes can be equivalent to a single second in the outside world. No.369 has briefed me.’
“Excellent work. Victory is now within my grasp. Prepare your girls, we shall have some kinky sex after this ends.” Anon declared.
‘Y-Yes, master,’ No.300 responded, her cheeks flushing with a tinge of shyness.