Cyril looked at the translucent figure sitting with his legs crossed in a high-backed chair and chuckled.
"Should I call you Medici Sauron Einhorn, Sauron Einhorn Medici, or perhaps Einhorn Sauron Medici?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw uncontrollable malice appear on the translucent man's face. At the same time, a crack split open on each cheek, stretching to the ears. Illusory teeth and tongues sprouted inside them, and two extra mouths appeared on his face.
"Of course it's Sauron Einhorn Medici!"
"No, it's Einhorn Sauron Medici!"
The two mouths each rasped out a different name, arguing over what to call him.
"Shut up, you two idiots."
The translucent man snapped, his expression darkening. Then he looked at Cyril, unmistakable malice in his eyes.
"I don't think the Apprentice Pathway is a good choice for you. You could easily consider becoming a Hunter, becoming a Provoker."
"Trust me, you have a real talent for it."
"Just that one remark was enough to digest the Provoker potion from scratch."
After a brief pause, Medici Sauron Einhorn shifted in his seat, leaning forward as he looked at him mockingly.
"Enough small talk. Let's discuss business, you anonymous fake Demigod Apprentice."
"You didn't come here just to show off that you'd temporarily become a Demigod through a clever trick, did you? Or are you hoping to get the Ancient Wraith's cursed object from us as your ingredient?"
Cyril returned his gaze without much expression. "If you're willing to give it to me, I wouldn't say no."
"Hmph!"
The evil spirit formed by Medici Sauron Einhorn abruptly stood up, its body swelling in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the evil spirit, which had been nearly human-sized, became a charred Terror Giant, nothing left of it but a metallic skeleton