Absolute Cheater

Asher clenched his fist, feeling the three energies flowing within him—each one distinct yet interconnected. His mana surged like an endless tide, his aura burned like an eternal flame, and his soul energy pulsed with an ancient, almost sentient power. He had pushed himself beyond his limits in the coliseum, and yet he still stood, stronger than ever.

He glanced at the book in his hand—War God: Art of Annihilatory Fists. The golden cover shimmered faintly with an aura of destruction. This was a technique personally crafted by the War God, a martial art that embodied absolute annihilation. It wasn't just about strength; it was about erasing one's enemies completely, leaving nothing behind.

"A technique that annihilates everything, huh?" Asher smirked. "Sounds like it was made for me."

He flipped the book open, and the words glowed with divine radiance as if infused with the will of the War God himself. The first page contained only a single sentence:

"One who seeks annihilation must first embrace destruction within."

The moment he read those words, a flood of knowledge poured into his mind. Countless battle scenes flashed before his eyes—warriors wielding the Annihilatory Fists against enemies that defied the heavens. Each strike collapsed space, shattered time, and disintegrated existence itself.

A sudden pain burned through Asher's arms, and he gritted his teeth as his muscles trembled. His very being was being rewritten to accommodate this new power. His veins turned crimson, his bones hardened, and his aura fluctuated wildly, seeking equilibrium with the new force within him.

"This technique… it doesn't just teach you—it forces you to adapt," Asher muttered. "The War God was truly insane." Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

But he wasn't one to back down. He welcomed the pain, the challenge.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists. The air around him distorted as raw power gathered around his hands. The first stance of the Annihilatory Fists was forming.

Boom!

A shockwave burst forth, reducing the nearby ground to dust. The sheer force of a simple stance had already begun affecting reality itself.

Asher grinned.

"Looks like I have something new to test out."

Without hesitation, he turned toward the horizon. The War God's Coliseum had been just one of many trials scattered across the world. There were more to conquer, more legacies to claim.

And he was going to take them all.

"But first, let's get that bitch, Evelyn," Asher mused as he teleported directly to the Red Fate Organization's base.

Red Fate's headquarters loomed ahead as Asher descended silently.

Inside, a middle-aged man with sharp features sat at a desk, reviewing mission reports.

"Did you come from a mission?" the middle-aged man asked as he eyed Asher.

Asher nodded, tossing the wrist pass as well as the relic onto the desk. The red glow of the relic illuminated the dimly lit room, its eerie energy pulsating like a heartbeat.

"You are insane for taking such a dangerous assignment as your first," the man muttered, shaking his head. He studied Asher carefully, waiting for a response.

But Asher said nothing. He already knew the truth—this was Evelyn's trap for him.

Yet, he hadn't acted against her. Not yet.

Because now, he was going to kill her.

"Anyway, your mission was cleared, and the contribution has been sent to your account. You can use those points for purchases from the store," the middle-aged man said, handing Asher a confirmation slip.

Asher simply nodded and left without another word.

"Crazy guy… I've recorded everything," the man muttered to himself as he returned to his work, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Asher entered his private room, locking the door behind him. He leaned back against the wall, exhaling slowly. His face was calm, but his mind was already planning his next move.

Without hesitation, his features began to shift, his body transforming. Within seconds, he no longer looked like himself but instead resembled the middle-aged man from before—every detail was perfect, from the wrinkles to the slight tiredness in his eyes.

"No time to waste." His voice, now a perfect match to the man he had just spoken to, was eerily calm.

It was time to kill that bitch.

Disguised as the middle-aged man, Asher adjusted his robes and calmly exited his room, blending seamlessly into the bustling corridors of the organization's base. The Red Fate Organization was always active—assassins coming and going, missions being assigned, and secrets being traded in whispers.

He moved with the confidence of someone who belonged, striding toward the restricted quarters where Evelyn was likely staying. His sharp senses scanned the area as he walked, noting the locations of guards and surveillance devices. He had to be careful—Evelyn wasn't someone to be underestimated.

After a few turns, he reached a secure chamber guarded by two elite warriors. They stood like statues, unwavering, their weapons gleaming under the dim light.

"Lord Evelyn has given orders that she isn't to be disturbed," one of them said, narrowing his eyes at Asher.

Feigning annoyance, Asher scoffed. "Do you think I don't know that? I have urgent intelligence from the last mission. Do you want to be the one responsible for delaying her?" His tone was sharp, impatient—the perfect imitation of the real middle-aged man.

The guards hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Very well. You have five minutes."

Without another word, they unlocked the door and let him inside.

Asher stepped into the chamber, closing the door behind him. The room was lavish, filled with expensive furniture and artifacts, but his eyes locked onto the figure sitting at the center.

Evelyn reclined lazily on a luxurious couch, a glass of wine in her hand. Her long crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a sly smirk played on her lips as she gazed at him.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," she mused, swirling the wine in her glass. "It was only a matter of time before you tried something, Asher."

He froze for a fraction of a second.

Then he grinned.

"You knew?" His voice shifted back to his own as he dropped the disguise, his form morphing back to normal.

Evelyn chuckled. "Oh, Asher. You really think I wouldn't prepare for you? I set this trap the moment you walked back into the base."