Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons

Chapter 170 Lucas Ashencroft

Arthur remained still, but his mind raced.

Keeping his identity hidden was crucial. Not just for convenience—but for survival.

He knew the military would send people into the academy.

It wasn't a question of 'if'—it was a certainty. The academy was the single most important place in the kingdom for nurturing young talents.

There was no way they'd overlook it.

They might even ask him to join the academy once the prison sentence was over, since he did fit the age group If they knew he was here...And Arthur wasn't ready for that.

Not yet.

There was another reason, too. He wanted to build a separate identity.

A second life. Just until the merge. Because once the worlds fused, it wouldn't matter anymore.

After that—he wouldn't be weak in the real world.

After that—they wouldn't be able to suppress him.

Lucas took a step forward.

His footsteps caused ripples in the water beneath them. Small waves spread outward, distorting Arthur's reflection in the shifting liquid.

Then—he reached into his inventory. A faint glow pulsed from his palm as an item materialized.

Arthur's sharp eyes locked onto it immediately. It was a mask. But not just any mask.

It was split perfectly down the middle. One side bore a crying face, the expression frozen in an eternal look of sorrow.

The other side had a smirk, curved in a way that seemed both amused and knowing. The craftsmanship was flawless.

Every detail, every groove of the mask felt alive—as if it carried its own history, its own presence.

Lucas held it out. "This is an Epic-Grade Mask."

Lucas continued.

"Once worn, you can transform your entire body structure to fit your imagination."@@@@

Arthur's gaze flickered with interest.

"Of course, it has to be human," Lucas clarified.

"You can only change your height, build, hair colour, facial structure—things that naturally occur within human limits."

Arthur's mind immediately went to work. A complete transformation?

That was more than he expected.

His current mask, Thousand Faces, could shift his features, but it was limited to storing five specific faces.

But this mask?

It gave him full control. He could create an entirely new identity.

Customizable. Adaptive.

A mask that didn't just hide who he was—but let him be whoever he needed to be.

Lucas watched him closely.

"Think of it as customizing your body."

But the details were scarce. No objectives, no timeframe—just Lucas's word. More importantly—the reward was pre-rewarded.

That meant he would receive the mask before completing the task. That alone told Arthur something crucial—Lucas wasn't in a rush.

If this was something time-sensitive, Lucas would've withheld the reward until the request was fulfilled.

But he didn't.

Which meant this favour was long-term.

Something to be cashed in at the right moment.

Arthur's mind ran through some simulations and possible requests.

But ultimately—there was no downside.

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He could accept now, and try do the quest later on.

If he was unable to do it then it's fine, he would have already gotten the value in the mask.

There was no reason to refuse.

Arthur nodded.

"I accept."

[Ding! You have Accepted the S-Level quest: Lucas Ashencroft's request. Quest duration: None. Reward: Loki's Mask (pre-rewarded) Failure: None on the condition of trying.]

Lucas's smirk widened slightly. "Good."

He lifted the mask, holding it out towards Arthur.

Arthur hesitated for just a second.

Then, he reached forward, grasping it.

The moment his fingers closed around it—a strange sensation rushed through him.

The material was smooth but cold.

Not the ordinary chill of metal or wood—but something else. It pulsed faintly beneath his fingertips.

Arthur's eyes flickered.

Lucas's voice broke the moment.

"You can use it immediately. Just wear it and imagine your previous face. It will shift accordingly."

Arthur nodded slowly.

He lifted the mask and pressed it against his face.

The sensation was instant.

It melted onto his skin. Not like cloth or leather.

Not like something being placed over his features.

Like it was fusing into him.

For a brief second—he saw nothing.

Darkness consumed his vision.