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In the Dark Desert of Celestria...

This Desert was notorious for its darkness and bone-chilling cold, but today an intense beam of light pierced through its shadows, defying the usual gloom. The air crackled with anticipation as the atmosphere shifted. Anon, a figure shrouded in mystery, surged forward with incredible speed, leaving a trail of shattered glass in his wake. Every step he took echoed determination and raw power.

A wide grin adorned Anon\'s face as he cut through the air like a deranged lunatic, his movements both graceful and chaotic. The dark desert quivered beneath his thunderous footsteps, bearing witness to his relentless pursuit. His eyes glinted with a fire fueled by his insatiable thirst for victory. This race was not just a competition; it was a battleground where only the strongest would emerge victorious.

Though saddened by the impending danger, the commoners within the academy watched Anon with pride, their hearts swelling with hope. They knew the risks he faced, the potential sacrifice he had willingly undertaken. Anon had overcharged, pushing his limits beyond comprehension, all for the sake of the commoners\' triumph. Whispers of admiration filled the air, intertwining with a deep sense of gratitude.

"He overcharged for us. He wanted the commoners to rise above."

"How cool! He shines like the sun itself."

"He embodies the spirit of a true warrior."

The commoners immediately began showering Anon with praise, their voices rising in unison, unaware that his motives ran deeper. Anon had a hidden agenda, a personal vendetta fueling his every move. It was not merely the commoners he fought for, but also the desire to right the wrongs committed by the nobles. Revenge simmered in his veins, propelling him forward with unwavering resolve.

Meanwhile, on the nobles\' side, Seti, a figure of authority, engaged in a hushed conversation with Ren, a noble torn between duty and regret. The revelation of Anon\'s overcharge struck Ren like a bolt of lightning, eliciting a mix of surprise and apprehension.

"What the hell? Are you telling me he overcharged because I broke the contract?" Ren exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Seti\'s gaze held a somber intensity as she nodded. "Yes. I\'m afraid the odds are not in your favor anymore. Anon\'s determination knows no bounds."

Ren clenched his fists, his mind racing to find a solution. The crystal ball in his hand cracked under the pressure of his frustration, shards scattering across the ground like fallen stars. Doubt seeped into his thoughts, challenging his belief in his own abilities.

"Why would you overcharge, Anon? Your audacity will cost you dearly," Ren seethed silently, withdrawing another crystal ball from his inventory. His resolve solidified. Anon\'s audacious act would not go unpunished.

"Stop him and, if possible, kill him," Ren commanded, his voice laced with a mix of fury and desperation, his words conveyed through the mystical crystal ball.

"As you command, my prince," a voice replied, emanating from the crystal ball, its tone devoid of hesitation.

The race announcer, Seraphina, a captivating presence in her own right, couldn\'t help but commentate on the unfolding events. Her voice rang out, carrying a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Anon has overcharged, his speed reaching unprecedented heights. I wonder, if he were to push himself just a bit further, would we even be able to witness his blinding velocity with our naked eyes?" Seraphina mused, her words capturing the collective wonder of the spectators.

Landon, a seasoned observer of the race, responded with a blend of pride and sorrow. "Well, I cannot say for certain, but what I do know is that this kid has chosen to embrace his own demise in exchange for victory. Today, he will etch his name in history."

Seraphina\'s voice softened, tinged with a touch of melancholy. "We can do nothing to change his path, Landon. Anon made his choice, and we must respect it."

As Anon continued his sprint, Ren, burdened by a rising heat and a growing sheen of sweat, questioned the doping agent coursing through his veins. Doubt crept into his mind, adding another layer of challenge to the already arduous race.

"Frustrating! What kind of cheap doping agent did she give me?" Ren muttered to himself, his body drenched in perspiration as if caught in a torrential downpour.

Ren pressed on through the darkness, his senses heightened by the anticipation of impending defeat. Suddenly, a glimmer of light caught his attention, radiating from behind him. His curiosity piqued, he turned to investigate the source.

"What is that?" Ren questioned, his voice laced with a mixture of astonishment and trepidation.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself face to face with an overwhelming brightness, emanating from Anon\'s figure rapidly closing in. The biting cold of the environment seemed to retreat in the presence of Anon\'s warmth, lending an otherworldly aura to the scene.

A triumphant smile stretched across Anon\'s face as he addressed Ren, his voice laced with mockery. "Hello, cheater. Keeping up with your doping shots, I see?"

"F-ck off!" Ren retorted, his voice strained, his face drenched in sweat, and the scorching heat emanating from Anon\'s body becoming unbearable.

"We shall meet again in the academy, you cheating scoundrel," Anon declared, his tone dripping with a mix of contempt and determination as he effortlessly passed Ren, leaving him in his dust.

Landon\'s excitement bubbled over as he witnessed the scene unfold. "Seraphina, look! Anon has surpassed Ren, and I dare say Ren won\'t be able to reclaim his position."

Seraphina\'s voice held a note of finality. "No, Landon... Ren\'s chances have dwindled. Anon has seized this moment, and we must bear witness to his triumph, even if it leads to his demise."

The scene shifted to a different part of the desert, approximately one kilometer away from Anon\'s current position. A woman draped in black cloth, exuding an air of authority, stood poised at the end point of the desert, her gaze fixed on the approaching figure.