Lioran is 15-year-old boy with supernatural powers, whose hobby is hunting monsters . Today, like always, Lioran used his Transformation technique and entered a forest alone—a forest where many adventurers would usually gather and form teams to hunt monsters and make money.

Lioran was standing on a tree when he saw several orcs who had fought with a pack of wolves and killed them. When Lioran saw the two-headed orc, the leader of the orcs whom he had been after for a long time, a devilish smile appeared on his lips.

He leapt high into the air toward the orcs and, in the blink of an eye, swiftly decapitated two of the orcs standing to the left of the two-headed one. Then he lifted his head and, staring at the two-headed orc with eyes full of malice and a wicked grin, said:

"I found you."

The two-headed orc froze for a moment in shock at the sight. When he looked at the severed heads of his men, he roared:

"You bastard! Kill him!"

The remaining four orcs charged at Lioran. With a cold look, Lioran raised his hand and said:

"Fireball!"

From his hand, a massive blaze burst out toward the orcs. When the flames subsided, the two-headed orc, seeing the charred corpses of his men, gripped four swords with his four hands, and both of his heads shouted:

"Damn it! Weren't you a swordsman? How are you using magic?! That's impossible!"

Lioran replied:

"Someone who's about to die doesn't need to know the answer."

The two-headed orc asked in disbelief:

"You understand me? How do you know the language of monsters? Aren't you human?"

Again, Lioran said:

"I told you, someone who's about to die doesn't need to understand anything."

The orc, enraged, bellowed:

"When I cut off your arms and legs, I'll ask again. Only your tongue needs to stay intact!"

With that, he leapt and swung all four swords at Lioran. Lioran raised his sword, and the four blades clashed against his. The two-headed orc glared at him and said:

"No matter how strong you are, you still have one weakness—you're human!"

He pushed with all four swords, trying to force Lioran back, but realized Lioran showed no struggle in withstanding his power. In fact, the one struggling was himself. In panic, he muttered:

"Damn it! What trick are you using again?!"

Lioran smirked and said:

"Don't think that just because you've got four arms, you're stronger than my Iron Body skill."

The orc's temper snapped, and he raised his swords again to strike. But Lioran said:

"Idiots who lose their temper fast always die fast too!"

He activated his sword skill, "Dancing Blade," and in the blink of an eye, severed all four of the orc's arms and appeared behind him. The orc let out a scream so loud that the birds in the trees scattered into the sky.

A moment later, while his arms were beginning to regenerate, he turned to Lioran and groaned:

"I think… you don't know… anything about me. No matter how many times you cut off my limbs, they'll just grow back!"

He then activated his "Madness" skill. His eyes turned crimson, and a red aura flared around him. He said:

"With this skill, all of my powers double for five minutes! Get ready—I'll show you pain and despair—"

But before he could finish, Lioran burst into laughter. A wicked laugh, like a wolf that had trapped its prey. He said:

"You think I couldn't have cut off your heads from the start instead of your arms? You’ve slain countless humans and monsters, and that’s why you radiate such a dreadful aura… But now, I’ll show you the true meaning of dying in despair and torment!"

The two-headed orc thought to himself:

"What is this feeling? I've never felt this before… why won't my arms and legs move?"

He looked down and saw his legs trembling. Then he glanced at his severed arms and thought:

"I have to hurry. Before these five minutes end, I need to grab my swords and kill this lunatic."

The orc threw himself toward his swords and burst out laughing:

"Idiot! You wasted your chance! Now I've got my swords again!"

Lioran calmly slid his sword back into its sheath and said:

"I told you, I want to show you despair. Come at me with everything you've got."

The orc, enraged, leapt at Lioran with all his might. But lioran didn't move. The orc poured all his strength into his blades and aimed for Lioran's head, screaming:

"Die! Die! The price of arrogance is death! Die!"

But suddenly he realized his swords wouldn't move. Looking closely, he saw that Lioran was holding all four swords with just one hand. The orc screamed:

"Impossible! Damn you! What the hell are you?!"

Lioran looked at him with a devilish grin and said:

"I told you I'd show you pain and despair. Did you forget so soon?  And I'll make your   skills  also mine."

The orc thought:

"This unpleasant feeling… so it's fear. All those people I killed—they must have felt the same. To fight this madman is like striking a towering mountain with your sword.

I should have run from the start. I shouldn't have let pride blind me."

He dropped his swords and thought:

"I have to escape. I can't beat this monster! I must get away, now!"

He bolted away from Lioran.

But Lioran drew his blade again, activated " Dancing Foot Technique," and dashed after him.

"Look behind you! I've already caught up!"

The orc looked over his shoulder and saw Lioran right behind him. He shrieked and swung his fist, but in a blink, Lioran severed his arms and legs once more.

"Where are you going? I'm not done with you yet."

The orc wailed in agony. His limbs started to regrow, but Lioran cut them off again. The orc screamed:

"Please, stop! Kill me!  Cut off my heads! I don't want to feel this pain anymore!"

Lioran placed his blade against the orc's ear and said:

"I don't think you're listening. I told you—you must die in despair, in pain, and in suffering. This is only the beginning."

He sliced off the ear.

An hour passed. The two-headed orc had fainted from sheer agony, but Lioran kept cutting off his arms, legs, ears, mouth, and eyes. At last, the orc's regenerative ability reached its limit and ceased. Lioran said:

"Seems like two-headed orcs can only use their regeneration to this extent. Not bad."

He then severed both heads of the orc and, using his Copy Ability, acquired the Regeneration skill  and the Madness skill . Lioran said to himself:

"Well… at least I got regeneration."

After copying the skills of the two-headed orc, Lioran asked the mysterious ability he had named Anahita:

"Check my new skills and see which ones are compatible. Combine them and create a new ability."

Anahita replied:

"You can combine the Madness skill, with the Dancing Sword skill,  to obtain a new ability called Demonic Mad Swordsmanship. This swordsmanship once belonged to a man known as the Mad Demon, who single-handedly killed more than a thousand men in one battle. This ability increases your power by 20% and grants you a crimson, bloodlike aura. Anyone weaker than you will be overcome with fear upon seeing this aura. Moreover, if someone dares to look directly into your eyes, They will imagine themselves drowning in an ocean of blood, overwhelmed by fear and despair, without being able to move a single step.Do you wish to merge the skills?"

Lioran answered with satisfaction:

"Yes."

Anahita then fused the skills together and created the ability Demonic Mad Swordsmanship.

When Lioran was six years old, he first realized that Anahita resided within his body. At that time, he also discovered several other skills hidden inside him: Copy, Absorption, and Identification.

When he asked Anahita:

"What are you?"

She replied:

"I am a spirit that has been added to your body. I understand everything about magic and can do anything."

That was why Lioran named her Anahita, meaning the Goddess of Wisdom.

With the Copy skill, Lioran could replicate the abilities of others — one of the rarest powers. By killing people, drinking their blood, or making physical contact for five minutes, he could copy their skills.

With the Absorption skill, he could absorb attacks or magical energy equal to or lower than his own circle.

With the Identification skill, he could see what powers others possessed.

Lioran knew very well that it was impossible for him to gain such abilities by chance. That was why he often asked Anahita:

"Who gave me these skills?"

But Anahita always answered:

"Answer inaccessible."

Eventually, Lioran gave up and said:

"Forget it. What matters is that I make the best use of these abilities."

From then on, lioran began copying the skills of others, and slaying monsters.He kept adding  his magical circles and improving his swordsmanship. Now, he possesses six magical circles, is at the fifth star of swordsmanship, and has gathered more than ten different skills within himself.

Lioran activated the skill Demonic Mad Swordsmanship and took one of the giant swords of the two-headed orc, holding it vertically in front of his face. Calmly, he closed his eyes and began to use the skill. Lioran started swinging the sword. After six strikes, a bloody red aura gathered around his sword. When he reached the seventh strike, he jumped into the air and brought the sword down with great force, splitting the ground before him, and even the large tree standing a hundred meters away, into two halves.

When Lioran opened his eyes and saw the ground and the tree, he became happy. But when he looked at the sword, he realized that using this technique had shattered it completely. By witnessing the unpredictable movements and strikes of this technique, Lioran understood how the "Mad Demon" had managed to kill more than a thousand people in one battle. He gathered the bloody red aura around his body, looked at his broken sword hand, and thought that he must quickly find a proper sword for this technique, otherwise he would not be able to use it in battle.

Lioran sheathed his sword and began collecting the crystals that were inside the orcs' bodies. Then he used his magic space, which was a third-circle magical technique, and threw them inside.

After killing the two-headed orcs and gathering their crystals, Lioran prepared to return to the small village where he lived with his mother. When Lioran approached the village, he deactivated the Transformation technique. Lioran always used the Transformation skill while hunting, because nobody knew about his powers and he came secretly to hunt. After deactivating the skill, his hair turned from red back to black. His height, which had grown tall, became shorter. His voice, which had turned into the cold voice of a thirty-year-old man, returned to the voice of a fifteen-year-old boy. His eyes, which had once been entirely black, slowly returned to their natural colors. His right eye was a deep red, and his left eye a bright sky-blue. Lioran had often been mocked by others because of his mismatched eyes.

Lioran said to himself: "I must play the role of a good boy again." and headed toward the village.

When Lioran reached the village, he saw that it was engulfed in fire and smoke. Except for the crackling sound of burning fire, there was no other sound. Lioran asked himself in astonishment: "What happened? Was there an attack? Mom… where is Mom? Has she died? No, don't think badly… maybe she's still at the restaurant with aunt." And he ran toward the burning part of the village.

Lioran's mother, Charlotte, was a beautiful 35-year-old woman, from whom Lioran had inherited his beauty and black hair. Charlotte, along with one of her friends named Mary, who was about the same age, had silver-colored hair, and was a little chubby, had opened a restaurant in this small village. That was why he rushed toward the restaurant, hoping his mother might be there.

When Lioran reached the fire, he stared at the flames coldly and said to himself: "If this fire was created by magic and is at level six or lower, I can extinguish it using the Absorption skill." He stretched his hand toward the fire and activated Absorption, but he could not absorb it. He said to himself: "This fire must be natural… not magical, that's why I can't absorb it." And then Anahita answered: "This is the fire of a dragon… and judging from its extreme heat, it belongs to a high-level dragon. Probably this fire won't be extinguished for several months."

Lioran's cold eyes – which usually looked half-closed and demonic – opened wide in shock. He said to himself: "For several months? That's impossible! What kind of fire can last for weeks or even months?" Then, feeling the heat of the fire, he looked carefully at the ground and his tongue froze. The earth was melting and turning into magma. After seeing this fire, Lioran began to argue with himself. A part of him said: "Go! Leave as soon as possible. Maybe she's there, waiting for you!" But another part said: "Everything is burned. It's not worth the risk. They're all dead."

But even though Lioran knew it was impossible for anyone to survive in this fire, he still wanted to see with his own eyes. So he asked Anahita: "Send me the strongest sixth-circle water magic to my mind so that I can use it." Anahita immediately sent him the strongest sixth-circle water spell, called Waterfall of Water. Lioran stretched his hand toward the fire and, without chanting any incantation, only by speaking the name "Waterfall of Water", he cast the spell. An immense amount of water gushed from his hand, like a small flood passing over a house, spreading around and engulfing all the flames. But in the blink of an eye, all the water turned to steam, and the fire burned as strongly as before. Lioran shouted loudly: "Damn it! How is this possible? Doesn't water extinguish fire? What the hell is this?!"

Anahita replied: "This fire belongs to a high-rank dragon. Normally, a dragon's flame at this level burns for at least several months… unless a ninth-circle magician comes to extinguish it."

Lioran, with calm anger, said: "For now, we don't have a ninth-circle magician…" and slowly put his hand into the fire. Within seconds, he pulled it out with a scream. His hand was completely burned. He quickly activated the Regeneration skill, and his hand was restored.He told himself, "Entering this fire is impossible."

Since Lioran wanted to better assess the situation, he used the Flying Magic – Fourth Circle, and flew into the sky. The scene he saw in the middle of the fire was unimaginable. Nothing remained; no houses, no land, no people… only fire and the smell of burning.

As Lioran stared into the flames, Anahita said to him: "One kilometer to the west, I smell blood." Lioran quickly rushed in that direction, saying to himself: "There is still hope… whoever is there must be saved, so that I can learn about my mother's situation. Even if they are half-dead, I can heal them with the healing magic. I must hurry."

And when he arrived there, the scene he encountered froze him in place… 

Lioran froze when he saw the scene in front of him. In front of him there was a ground full of blood and a woman whose hands and legs were cut off. Seeing the cooking clothes that his mother and Mary used to wear in the restaurant, Lioran got scared that this woman might be his mother. But since the woman's hair was white, Lioran told himself: "This can't be my mother, nor Mary. This woman's hair is completely white. She looks like an old woman." But still there was a fear in his heart—what if it was his mother