Alien world

Chapter 1743, Section 376: Transformation
Mondstadt, Maple Leaf Manor.

Many pedestrians curiously gathered outside the manor, watching the guards who looked familiar but couldn't quite place, wielding strange weapons and guarding the manor.

Clad in gleaming plate armor, resembling a paladin, Losi strode into the banquet hall with her personal guards, her gaze sweeping over the nobles who displayed either joy or unease.

Who is Olmedo?

Miranda remembered the agreed-upon code, stood up, and said, "I am... and you are..."

"Free City, Guard Legion. I am Legion Commander Losi, here to rescue people on the orders of His Majesty Annan Reeves."

“Annan…he really is Annan…?” Miranda stood there, stunned.

Losi nodded: "I've already sent someone to inform Mondstadt that you should be able to go home soon."

The nobles cheered without regard for their image, but fell silent again after Miranda pressed them for answers: "Where is Baron Kin Kelly? Where is that devil?"

"He can't hurt you anymore."

The nobles heard this as news that Baron Kin Kelly had been executed, and they were completely relieved.

A commotion arose outside the manor as people from Mondstadt rushed over.

"Father!"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man at the head of the group, Miranda felt a lump in her throat and threw herself into his arms.

"Oh, my Miranda, it's so good to see you're alright..." the middle-aged man said in a trembling voice, his voice filled with heartache.

So her name wasn't Olmedo after all?
Losi was wondering how someone could share the same name as the deputy city lord. Could it be that Lord Annan missed Olmedo so much that he called the wrong name when delivering the message? Wow, she had learned something incredible.

“Father, it was Annan Reeves who saved us.”

"Is he here?" The Mondstadt lord looked up at Losi and the blonde woman beside him.

"...valuable items were found during the search."

Ingrid gave Losi a few instructions and then approached the Lord of Mondstadt: "Hello, Lord of Mondstadt, I am Ingrid, the Minister of Finance."

"Lord Annan Reeves saved my daughter and so many nobles; he is a hero of Mondstadt." The Lord of Mondstadt said solemnly, "The entire city of Mondstadt is very grateful. Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Your Excellency is a wise man, so let's discuss the construction of the commercial street..."

……

In a sense, a powerful force is simply a group of people with the same goals coming together.

This was true for Annan and Ingrid, and it was also true for Annan and Baron Jim Kelly.

The Baron even thought Annan was even more chaotic—he could convert people into liches whenever he wanted, and he did it in the Empire, as if he were the elite of that chaotic sect.

"I've already befriended people from the Chaos Cult, so it's reasonable for me to be a little more like them in my actions, right?"

The word "friend" made the Baron pause for a moment, then he said with relief, "So it's all my fault?"

"I forgive you."

Baron Jim Kelly wasn't used to this way of talking—it had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him like that.

“Annan, I’m curious, what is this thing you’re talking about that’s greater than magical images?”

“Not greater, just as great.” Annan first corrected Baron Jim Carrey’s mistake. “I’ve always had this idea that magical images are just stories we passively experience from the protagonist’s perspective, and they are no different in essence from literary works or the stories of bards.”

"So, can we create an environment where we can immerse ourselves in it and embark on an epic adventure that we write ourselves?"

"Like my work?"

"That's right, just like your work."

Feeling that it was about time, Annan and the Baron walked outside.

"Alright, I should go and keep my promise. After you return to Liberty City, exchange tips and experiences with Tina. We'll begin when I get back!"

As soon as they returned to the ground, a figure dressed as a priest from the Inquisition stood in the living room. "Who are you?"

"The deputy warden ordered me to come and pick you up."

Annan signaled to the person in charge, Sack, to take Baron Kin Kelly away, and then left with the priest.

"How do you plan to have me infiltrate the Chaos Cult?" Annan looked out the window at the street scene; this was the way to the Inquisition.

The priest remained silent. It wasn't until they reached the courtroom and met with the deputy judge that he spoke, saying that Annan should be converted into a chaotic race.

"Let me make this clear first, I'm not going to be a ratman's toy."

It's not that Annan is prejudiced... well, he is indeed prejudiced.

It's well-known that rats' lives are worthless, and if you become a rat-person, wouldn't you have to eat those inedible "rat-person delicacies"?

Besides, he had another excuse: Albek was a ratman, and so was he; how could he offer help? They might all be wiped out.

"Of course, you can choose to transform into a demon."

The deputy judge also knew the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket.

Can I choose my race?

Even demons have differences. If you transform the lowest-ranking lesser demon, what's the difference between it and a gray-furred rat?
"For Albik's sake, what kind of demon do you want to become?" The vice judge asked Annan to choose.

"I want to be the Flame Demon!"

The deputy warden's wounds were reopened by Annan's ambition: "Cough cough cough... I didn't ask you to make a wish."

The Balrog is to the Abyss what the Golden Dragon is to the Prime Material Plane. It's not a matter of whether it's possible or not, but rather how to explain the sudden appearance of a Balrog.

"Then let's go with the six-armed snake demon."

“No way…”

"Is there any difficulty?" Annan pressed on, for he truly wanted to become the six-armed snake demon.

Not to mention he possesses all the abilities of the transformed six-armed serpent demon, he could even cooperate with Dumbledore to complete the experiments. The six-armed serpent demon population in the Abyss shouldn't be too large; there must be significant reproductive pressure, right?

He might even be able to lure that six-armed serpent demon from the far north back to Free City.

"The six-armed serpent demon and the fire demon are of similar status, and the serpent demon is only located in the rear. The appearance of a six-armed serpent demon in the Central Plains will only arouse their suspicion."

To prevent Annan from making any further unreasonable demands, such as the Demon Overlord, the Vice-Judge set the limit: "You can only choose from mid-ranking demons."

"Lust demon?"

The lustful demon and Annam were somewhat compatible.

“That’s fine.” The deputy judge turned around. “Come with me.”

Annan followed the deputy judge and Gandhi into the dark dungeon of the courtroom.

The cells on both sides absorb even light, and countless evil and terrifying beings are lurking in the darkness, imprisoned by the court.

The deputy judge stopped in front of cell number "88" and uttered, "The Hundred-Faced Demon."

As the deputy judge spoke, the cell suddenly brightened as if a curtain had been drawn back: a unkempt, rude middle-aged man sat at a table with a moldy cake on it. He was reluctant to eat it, only scooping a bit with his finger and sucking on his fingers.

"Turn this person into a succubus."

The deputy judge said, looking at Annan, "Close your eyes and imagine what you want to become."

"I can control it freely?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Annan asked, "Can other things be changed, such as body shape and length...?"

(End of this chapter)