Chapter 93: Demonized Humans
It was when the female Knight saw it—his eyes had transformed, becoming a sickly yellow with slitted pupils, reminiscent of a reptile. A fresh wave of terror coursed through her, quickening her pulse until it resounded like a war drum in her ears.
"De-demonized human?" she stammered, feeling as if her soul were about to leave her body. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to encounter the most despised existence in the world. Normally, one would think it would be the monsters with their tendencies for destruction and slaughter, but the rise of demonized humans had shifted that perception. These lunatics worshipped monsters, and while that was already unsettling, it was far worse that they went so far as to transplant monster parts into their own bodies, transforming into grotesque hybrids that were neither fully human nor truly monsters—abominations, in every sense of the word. They were called demonized humans for a reason; they could morph their body parts into monstrous forms.
"Wow! I’m honored to be recognized, but do not call me by such a disgusting name. Call me Lizardman." As he finished speaking, his body grotesquely morphed before her eyes. Green, scaly skin erupted across his form, and a grotesque tail sprouted from his back, making him a hideous lizardman—a creature that should not exist. Madness danced in his reptilian yellow eyes, wild and unhinged, reflecting a depravity that sent chills down her spine.
The female Knight was frozen in horror, so paralyzed with fear that she wet herself. Yet, a surge of vigor returned to her poisoned body, and she began to crawl, desperate to escape.
"Do not come closer!"
The demonized human, now fully transformed into the lizardman, cackled with delight. He reveled in the despair radiating from his prey; this thrill was something he could never tire of. Slowly, he advanced toward the terrified Knight, who was crawling away, her eyes filled with tears and snot. Gone was the proud warrior; in her place was a desperate soul, consumed by the instinct to survive at any cost. It didn’t matter if she had to beg or if she lost every ounce of her pride—the only thing that mattered now was survival.
The demonized human savored the sight, relishing in the delicious nectar of her fear. It was a euphoric sensation, a dark pleasure that filled him with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he closed the distance, enjoying every moment of her torment.
The female knight would have never believed her luck to be so bad to be put into the same team as a disguised demonized human, one who could fully transform, he must have had a total monster’s transplants to be to do a full body transformation. If previously his strength was at the Apprentice Stage currently after transformation his strength was comparable to middle Adept stage mage. She stood no chance with her low level Blue Knight.
’How can he infiltrate the academy undetected?’ she wondered while crawling away. With its reputation and considered the number of powerful forces within the academy, they even had an Archmage, a demonized human should have been detected if he tried to infiltrate the academy and yet here was one, not only he infiltrated the academy, passing the trials, he even became member of the second strongest class just below the Special class, how was this possible?