Oliver stood in the midst of the Throne Room, the Dark Crow staying right by his side as he stared at the variant of himself. Wearing an ancient royal robe, with a far more pristine, well-kept face than he had ever possessed, his white hair flowing neatly over his shoulders, he almost looked like Oliver. However, he was different in many ways.
Subtly… disturbingly different.
More built. More kingly. More honourable.
Oliver was anything but those three things.
[Ding!]
[You have encountered King of the Dark Castle]
[Faceless Shadow]
[Rank: Unknown]
It was the same as his first life when he had come to conquer the Dark Castle. The King was a faceless Realm Beast that liked to take the appearance of its opponents—their battle style, and sometimes even their memories, mimicking them down to the smallest detail.
So typically, to defeat it… was like defeating oneself.
"What is this, Oliver Mori?"
