The foot kept crashing into his chest; even with his arms guarded, it was as if there was nothing there. The ground beneath his back begins to crack under pressure. It was hard to breathe. He coughed up blood as his ancestor offered no reprieve. Was he going to die like this? The images of his past flash with his brain, images of disgraceful defeat.

When bullies pushed him down or managers told him he'd never been good enough. He was grating his teeth. The rage was bubbling within him. He felt other powers trying to creep into a soul, but he denied them. He was going to do it his way. A golden aura began to expand from his chest with each beating of his heart the golden energy expanded further.
There was an explosion of light that knocked his ancestor off of him. The foot of his ancestor was smoking from the sudden release of energy. A whistle escaped from his lips.

This little brat..... The ancestor stared ever forward as the aura began to calm down, still coiled around Anon's body.
All the hairs on his body were beginning to stand up. He could tell this little brat hit unlocked something unique. It was still a little underdeveloped, but this is what he had been waiting for.
Level: 45 (20+)

HP: 310

Stats:

Str: 205 (+70)

Dex: 205 (+70)

Con: 205 (+20)

Wis: 160 (+100)

Int: 20 (+2)

Cha: 38 (+20)

Skills added:
Unbreakable Will (Resistance to Charm, Mind Control and fear)
Humanity’s Will (Activation Skill)
TRUE MARK OF THE ORGE (Activation Skill)

Ultimate Skill Added:

God Slaying Fist (Activation Skill)

"Old man, you wanted to see what I could do. Let's do it then." Anon spoke out with determination in his soul. He tightened his fist has all the golden energy rushed towards it like a waterfall hitting the riverbank. He was now the one slowly walking towards the other.

His ancestor was grinning ear-to-ear as if he was in some drunken stupor. His hands were still in his pockets as Anon swung his mighty fist towards them. The energy exploded outward, creating the image of a dragon's head. Its gaping maw open wide is the energy clamp down on his ancestor's body. He tried to take the energy on head first, but it pushed him out of the Arena in an explosion of force.

Anon dropped to his knees as the energy was released, wheezing and panting as a system screen came on. "God Slaying Fist Activated and on cooldown." The system read to him. He wasn't focused on that. He was focused on the cloud of smoke in front of him that was dissipating. His opponent... was still very much standing. Only this time, one of his hands was out of his pocket. He had to guard against the attack. He turned his palm towards himself. There were a few scratches on it. The ancestor let out an ungodly laugh as he looked at these scratches.

"Forging your own way through, huh? What a cheeky little brat. Maybe you are a Hanma after all." Another laugh spilled out of his throat. He threw something at Anon's feet. It was a metal object of some kind. It was three black triangles put together with the strange pentagram in its middle. "I usually don't help out people in their own fight. The battle for this planet is your fight, not mine but, you've impressed me. I want to see you grow. I want to see if you can make it to the top where I am. If you crush that object in your hand, it'll take you to her prison. She's locked up several people who might want to Ally with you... If you can, break them out. I will warn you, though, the warden there is not to be taken lightly." With that, he put his hands back in his pockets, turning away from Anon.

"Will meet again as long as you survive. I would suggest you hurry your friends don't have much time." With those words spoken, the cave grew dark again. Anon was left alone.

Meanwhile…..

They were prepared for war.
The whole capital was every able-bodied Yak was lighting the exterior walls. But, of course, the catapults and ballistae had been prepared for war crude wooden machines as they were designed by Yaks. The thick iron gates were locked tight. The armies of Yakyakistan stood proud in the white snow. Hundreds of thousands of yak warriors stood with battle-axes in hand with barely any armor on. Their bodies were their Shields, after all. In front of the pack was their King. Holding his own magical Axe in hand.

Phantom was on the ramparts, still recovering from his wounds but watching the skies given command of the archers for this great battle.

The enemy forces crested over the hill. The main fighting force was a mixture of soldiers and Ice cavalry. Living ice that looks like centaurs in armor. In the skies were thousands of wyverns, all with riders upon them. The Yaks were outnumbered three-to-one standing in front of the enemy army was...Esdeath and a hooded figure.
"Remember, we should try to keep casualties low. Esdeath." The hooded figure spoke out.

Esdeath's chuckled with a wicked grin upon her face. "I don't take orders from you.....Princess of the Night. MEN. SLAUGHTER ANYONE WHO GETS IN OUR WAY. SHOW THEM OUR STRENGTH." She shouted to the heavens.

Anon raced out of the cave as fast as he could. He felt the wind at his back with this newfound power maybe...just maybe he could do something. He soon found himself racing towards the light, picking up his pace even though he was exhausted from the battle. He found himself feeling the sting of cold air for a moment before his body adjusted.
However, he didn't like what he saw when he came into the light.

Sitting about 20 feet from him dressed in all black was a woman holding a tea glass at an ivory table. He had seen this woman before. She was dressed in all black with hints of red throughout the dress. She had a black and red veil over her face. She was sipping from a glass of tea that she sat down against the table as Anon burst into the open. Surrounding her with four beings...two female and two males. All of these beings were extremely powerful. Anon could feel it... But none of them held a candle to the power radiating from the woman sitting at the table.

This had to be her...LILITH. Anon was stunned for a moment, unable to move. Why was she here? Anon scanned the area, trying to look for an exit as one of the men stepped up with a smile on his face. He was a purple-haired man. His hair was long, and his eyes were golden. He was dressed in very Arabian-like clothing with the turban around his head. There was a ruby in the center of his turban. He had gold and silver draped across his neck, yet his demeanor was friendly.

"Hello there. I am Sinbad, King of Sindria,. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Our lady would like to have a word with you. She promises this is but simply talk. You'll be free to leave and do as you wish afterward. She wishes only to speak with you." The man spoke out with authority in his voice but with compassion. Anon didn't know how to take this. His eyes raced over to the other beings around Lilith.

The first woman was dressed in Knightly armor of silver and blue. She had golden hair that was tied neatly into a bun. She had a sword on her hip that was in a golden Scabbard. The woman across from her was completely different. She was floating off the ground with green eyes and hair. A green aura was wrapped around her body as she floated. She was looking indifferent towards Anon. The man directly behind the table was the biggest of them all. He had tan skin, black eyes, and a scar over his right cheek. He was dressed in some kind of strange battle armor. That was green and black.

Anon was sweating bullets...he was so close...why were all of these people here now suddenly?

LILITH:

The Four around Lilith:

Author's Note

I have been building up to this chapter for a while now. I was super excited to write it.

YOU ALL HAVE A VERY BIG CHOICE TO MAKE.
ONE THAT WILL TURN TIDE OF THIS STORY FOR BETTER OR WORSE.
I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH THE WEIGHT OF THIS DESICION
WITH THAT IN MIND.

YOU ARE ABLE TO GET THREE VOTES IN THIS CHAPTER:
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Here are your choices....I URGE you to think CAREFULLY:

1. Talk with her.
   
2. Attempt to crush Yak symbol (40% Chance of Failure)
   
3. Attempt to crush the Prison Symbol (40% Chance of Failure.)