A Gift of Evil

In the mirror, he was no longer human, but an utterly terrifying monster.

He staggered back, yet when he looked again, he had returned to human form. Gasping for breath, he looked at his hands. Sure enough, two overlapping shadows swayed constantly over them.

"Those players!"

He immediately headed for the door, then suddenly stopped short.

Perhaps those players could solve his current problem, but players were not trustworthy.

What if he had already become a monster, or had been one all along and had merely inherited Dima's memories?

Wouldn't he simply be killed?

He was uncertain of his own condition. He was not even sure whether he was still himself.

"My lord, what is it?" The maid, draped in a thin garment, stepped forward and asked.

Dima frowned at the maid and said flatly, "Leave. Take her out as well."

"Yes, my lord." Seeing that Dima was clearly unhappy, the maid did not dare provoke him and hurriedly nodded.

Only after the two women had left did he feel a trace of relief. Then, with a thought, his body swiftly transformed from human into a three-meter-tall monster.

An unprecedented power filled his entire body. He felt that a single punch could blow apart the Lord's castle.

"Is this power mine?"

Dima clenched his fists and felt the changes in his body, unable to stop himself from becoming somewhat intoxicated.

But he was no fool. Since that mysterious person could grant him this power, that meant they could strip it away at will.

This was not his power, but at least he could use it to seek power that truly belonged to him.

"Do you want to use me as a chess piece?"

He clenched his fists and looked out the window. Distant places he could not see before were