The person called Anon isn’t actually named 「Anon.」
This individual appeared one day like a comet, quickly establishing his current position as an information broker. Because he thoroughly conceals his appearance and never gives his name, someone started calling him 「Anon」 (Anonymous), and it stuck.
He has gathered and manipulated information from numerous organizations. As a result, renowned trackers have inevitably tried to discover his identity and have targeted his life. However, he has escaped from all of them—no, he hasn’t even let them catch his shadow.
While much remains a mystery about Anon, including his real name, when he gets serious, no one can see his true form, regardless of who they are—even if they’re a mighty warrior (Ichiro) who cleared the Newly Constructed Most Challenging Dungeon, or an elite assassin. They wouldn’t be able to even catch a glimpse of Anon, let alone grasp his appearance.
He erases his form, his shadow, his presence—and his very existence.
◇◇◇
Presence manipulation skills honed to the extreme and items collected with greed—especially Anon’s hood, the 「Likagrass,」 which, when mastered fully, can reduce the wearer’s presence to the level of roadside weeds.
「Damn it! So persistent!」
Wiz of the Unknown raises her irritated voice amid the gunfire that doesn’t cease even for a second, wildly swinging her staff around.
「Wiz… calm down… it’s okay. There’s no way we can lose.」
「That’s easy for you to say, brother!! You’re guaranteed not to die!!」
Anon observes. Wiz—he, or rather, judging from the way she walks and carries herself, she’s probably a girl—is a young woman with short hair dressed in a robe typical of magicians. What catches the eye most is her staff. With numerous jewels embedded in its upper part, it’s clearly a Mythic-class item at first glance, suggesting it’s the greatest threat.
「Aaaaah!! Jeez!! This is so annoying!」
Kak-kak-kak-kan!! Kak-kan!! Kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kan!! The endless special bullets fired from the magic gun hit the two of them, with only the sound of them being deflected by some force echoing continuously.
「…」
Unlike Wiz, who was shouting and swinging her staff around, the person she called 「brother」—Norald—was calmly thinking while defending against the attacks. But Anon was doing the same. He never steps within close range of the two Unknown individuals. He maintains a certain distance—a distance beyond the reach of whatever effect Wiz’s staff might have—while continuing to fire relentlessly.
「Geez… how long is this going to continue? It’s pointless…」
Norald was the one who muttered this. All his assumptions are wrong. Anon’s gunfire will continue indefinitely until Anon runs out of mana or until the huge supply of bullets is exhausted. Anon’s extensively modified magic gun—named 「Dresser」 with the meaning of dressing the opponent in crimson (blood)—is connected to one of Anon’s magic bags inside, allowing bullets to be automatically loaded each time a shot is fired.
「Wiz… we have no choice. Let’s move on our end.」
At Norald’s suggestion, Wiz, who had been frantically swinging her staff, temporarily stops. After steadying her breath,
「Brother, what should I do?」
she replied. The flow of battle is changing—Anon senses this and throws a smoke bomb as if to say 「I won’t let you.」 Though it obscures his own vision as well, Anon had something to confirm. When Wiz waved her staff, it felt like space itself rippled. If so, to accurately measure the range of its effect—
「Damn it!! Wiz!! Blow away the smoke with wind magic!」
「Got it, brother!!」
Wiz acknowledges and begins her incantation—but Anon has already achieved his goal. Through the smoke, he clearly saw how space was cut off. The effective range is 180 degrees in front of Wiz, about three times the length of her staff. Now he’ll maintain that distance and explore what might be effective against them. With this thought, Anon takes out a magic stone that’s already sufficiently charged with mana, infuses it with even more mana beyond its limit, and throws it at the two.
「Brother, here I go! ‘Wind Bla—」
Just a split second before Wiz completes her incantation, the magic stone thrown by Anon flashes with a kak-kak sound. A massive explosion engulfs the two assassins of the Unknown.
◇◇◇
Anon’s modified magic gun—Dresser—doesn’t actually require physical bullets; it can fire concentrated mana as bullets when infused with magical power. Despite this, Anon deliberately prepares and uses a vast amount of real bullets at enormous expense. The reason is that the Dresser reflects his thoughts and personality.
◇◇◇
「Wiz—!! Are you okay!?」
The Unknown’s brother, Norald, calls out.
「I’m okay but—ugh! So annoying!!」
His sister Wiz shrieks in a high-pitched voice. Anon sees all of this.
There’s no way they’d be given a grandiose name like 「Unknown」 for just this level of skill—there must be something more.
Still, the situation isn’t looking good. It’s a problem even before drawing out whatever that 「something」 might be. Neither the magic stone explosion nor the bullets from the Dresser are having much effect. Among the multitude of bullets fired so far, there were six types of elemental attributes: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Light, and Dark. However, they showed no significant change in reaction.
「But—」
Anon noticed that when bullets hit the brother of the Unknown versus when they hit the sister, the sound of bullets being deflected seemed different. And now, he sees the unharmed brother expressing concern for his sister. Anon forms a hypothesis and continues thinking. The sister’s deflection of attacks is probably due to some barrier. As for the brother— If he’s going to target one first, should it be the sister?
「Wiz, it can’t be helped. Our attack ends here.」
「But, brother—」
「It’s fine. We’ve eliminated many skilled individuals, and the target has lower priority compared to the royal family. More importantly, Wiz, this guy is the problem. I can tell just from this brief fight. If we leave this troublesome fellow alive, it’ll definitely cause problems somewhere down the line. So we need to eliminate him here.」
Wiz nods.
「Got it, brother. What should I do?」
「Do THAT—take me, you, and him with it.」
「Okay, understood. Give me about a minute.」
Everything is perfectly audible. Are they idiots? Or are they underestimating me? Probably underestimating me. Ah, ah, that’s fine too. But it’s getting annoying now—
「Shut up.」
Anon’s secretly performed high-speed incantation finishes—but before that, he tosses multiple magic stones with a pop-pop-pop sound.
「—」
I could tell Norald held his breath the moment he recognized them. Just one of these caused that much of an explosion. And now multiple— There’s not enough time to stop the explosion. Norald’s thoughts stop there.
Boom-boom-booom! Boom-boom-booom!
Because an explosion powerful enough to obliterate part of the manor occurred. Norald had thrown himself over Wiz. Anon confirms the situation. Norald on top is unharmed. Then naturally, Wiz underneath must also be unharmed.
Fine. It doesn’t matter. This isn’t going to end here anyway.
In the smoke created by the explosion, he doesn’t ask his sister 「Are you okay?」 Instead, he tells her something. Anon—
「Chain Flare.」
Nine flames surround the two fallen assassins at equal intervals—and with another explosive sound, they trigger a chain reaction of explosions.
It’s a degraded version of the original created by the wise Angelica. It was Anon’s finishing move, feeling that he lacked a decisive technique.
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Chapter 290
◇◇◇
The person called Anon isn’t actually named 「Anon.」
This individual appeared one day like a comet, quickly establishing his current position as an information broker. Because he thoroughly conceals his appearance and never gives his name, someone started calling him 「Anon」 (Anonymous), and it stuck.
He has gathered and manipulated information from numerous organizations. As a result, renowned trackers have inevitably tried to discover his identity and have targeted his life. However, he has escaped from all of them—no, he hasn’t even let them catch his shadow.
While much remains a mystery about Anon, including his real name, when he gets serious, no one can see his true form, regardless of who they are—even if they’re a mighty warrior (Ichiro) who cleared the Newly Constructed Most Challenging Dungeon, or an elite assassin. They wouldn’t be able to even catch a glimpse of Anon, let alone grasp his appearance.
He erases his form, his shadow, his presence—and his very existence.
◇◇◇
Presence manipulation skills honed to the extreme and items collected with greed—especially Anon’s hood, the 「Likagrass,」 which, when mastered fully, can reduce the wearer’s presence to the level of roadside weeds.
「Damn it! So persistent!」
Wiz of the Unknown raises her irritated voice amid the gunfire that doesn’t cease even for a second, wildly swinging her staff around.
「Wiz… calm down… it’s okay. There’s no way we can lose.」
「That’s easy for you to say, brother!! You’re guaranteed not to die!!」
Anon observes.
Wiz—he, or rather, judging from the way she walks and carries herself, she’s probably a girl—is a young woman with short hair dressed in a robe typical of magicians. What catches the eye most is her staff. With numerous jewels embedded in its upper part, it’s clearly a Mythic-class item at first glance, suggesting it’s the greatest threat.
「Aaaaah!! Jeez!! This is so annoying!」
Kak-kak-kak-kan!! Kak-kan!! Kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kan!!
The endless special bullets fired from the magic gun hit the two of them, with only the sound of them being deflected by some force echoing continuously.
「…」
Unlike Wiz, who was shouting and swinging her staff around, the person she called 「brother」—Norald—was calmly thinking while defending against the attacks. But Anon was doing the same. He never steps within close range of the two Unknown individuals. He maintains a certain distance—a distance beyond the reach of whatever effect Wiz’s staff might have—while continuing to fire relentlessly.
「Geez… how long is this going to continue? It’s pointless…」
Norald was the one who muttered this. All his assumptions are wrong. Anon’s gunfire will continue indefinitely until Anon runs out of mana or until the huge supply of bullets is exhausted.
Anon’s extensively modified magic gun—named 「Dresser」 with the meaning of dressing the opponent in crimson (blood)—is connected to one of Anon’s magic bags inside, allowing bullets to be automatically loaded each time a shot is fired.
「Wiz… we have no choice. Let’s move on our end.」
At Norald’s suggestion, Wiz, who had been frantically swinging her staff, temporarily stops. After steadying her breath,
「Brother, what should I do?」
she replied. The flow of battle is changing—Anon senses this and throws a smoke bomb as if to say 「I won’t let you.」 Though it obscures his own vision as well, Anon had something to confirm. When Wiz waved her staff, it felt like space itself rippled. If so, to accurately measure the range of its effect—
「Damn it!! Wiz!! Blow away the smoke with wind magic!」
「Got it, brother!!」
Wiz acknowledges and begins her incantation—but Anon has already achieved his goal. Through the smoke, he clearly saw how space was cut off. The effective range is 180 degrees in front of Wiz, about three times the length of her staff. Now he’ll maintain that distance and explore what might be effective against them. With this thought, Anon takes out a magic stone that’s already sufficiently charged with mana, infuses it with even more mana beyond its limit, and throws it at the two.
「Brother, here I go! ‘Wind Bla—」
Just a split second before Wiz completes her incantation, the magic stone thrown by Anon flashes with a kak-kak sound. A massive explosion engulfs the two assassins of the Unknown.
◇◇◇
Anon’s modified magic gun—Dresser—doesn’t actually require physical bullets; it can fire concentrated mana as bullets when infused with magical power. Despite this, Anon deliberately prepares and uses a vast amount of real bullets at enormous expense.
The reason is that the Dresser reflects his thoughts and personality.
◇◇◇
「Wiz—!! Are you okay!?」
The Unknown’s brother, Norald, calls out.
「I’m okay but—ugh! So annoying!!」
His sister Wiz shrieks in a high-pitched voice.
Anon sees all of this.
There’s no way they’d be given a grandiose name like 「Unknown」 for just this level of skill—there must be something more.
Still, the situation isn’t looking good. It’s a problem even before drawing out whatever that 「something」 might be. Neither the magic stone explosion nor the bullets from the Dresser are having much effect. Among the multitude of bullets fired so far, there were six types of elemental attributes: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Light, and Dark. However, they showed no significant change in reaction.
「But—」
Anon noticed that when bullets hit the brother of the Unknown versus when they hit the sister, the sound of bullets being deflected seemed different. And now, he sees the unharmed brother expressing concern for his sister.
Anon forms a hypothesis and continues thinking.
The sister’s deflection of attacks is probably due to some barrier.
As for the brother—
If he’s going to target one first, should it be the sister?
「Wiz, it can’t be helped. Our attack ends here.」
「But, brother—」
「It’s fine. We’ve eliminated many skilled individuals, and the target has lower priority compared to the royal family. More importantly, Wiz, this guy is the problem. I can tell just from this brief fight. If we leave this troublesome fellow alive, it’ll definitely cause problems somewhere down the line. So we need to eliminate him here.」
Wiz nods.
「Got it, brother. What should I do?」
「Do THAT—take me, you, and him with it.」
「Okay, understood. Give me about a minute.」
Everything is perfectly audible.
Are they idiots? Or are they underestimating me?
Probably underestimating me.
Ah, ah, that’s fine too.
But it’s getting annoying now—
「Shut up.」
Anon’s secretly performed high-speed incantation finishes—but before that, he tosses multiple magic stones with a pop-pop-pop sound.
「—」
I could tell Norald held his breath the moment he recognized them.
Just one of these caused that much of an explosion. And now multiple—
There’s not enough time to stop the explosion.
Norald’s thoughts stop there.
Boom-boom-booom! Boom-boom-booom!
Because an explosion powerful enough to obliterate part of the manor occurred.
Norald had thrown himself over Wiz.
Anon confirms the situation. Norald on top is unharmed. Then naturally, Wiz underneath must also be unharmed.
Fine. It doesn’t matter. This isn’t going to end here anyway.
In the smoke created by the explosion, he doesn’t ask his sister 「Are you okay?」 Instead, he tells her something. Anon—
「Chain Flare.」
Nine flames surround the two fallen assassins at equal intervals—and with another explosive sound, they trigger a chain reaction of explosions.
It’s a degraded version of the original created by the wise Angelica.
It was Anon’s finishing move, feeling that he lacked a decisive technique.
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