Final Life Online

[Abomination Mask] — Legendary Grade

Forged from the essence of nightmares and bound with parasitic spirit thread.

Skill – Flesh BorrowerAllows the wearer to perfectly assume the appearance of a slain target by placing the mask upon their corpse's face. Once absorbed, the form can be recalled at will.

Stores up to six separate appearances.

Changing forms is instantaneous.

Consumes 100 mana per hour to maintain a disguise.

Illusion effect bypasses most detection skills below Legendary rank.

Skill – Deep FakeInstead of a mere disguise, the mask can store two corpses forms completely, allowing the wearer to wield four of the chosen forms' class skills.

The chosen skills must be ones the target possessed at the time of death.

Skill power scales with the wearer's stats.

Cannot copy Above-Legendary Skills or Unique Skills.

Special Notes:

Extended use may cause Corruption Build-up, where fragments of the target's personality seep into your thoughts.

Corruption Build-up:

Flesh Borrower: +2% Corruption per hour of use.

Deep Fake: +10% Corruption per hour of use.

Using copied skills: +1% Corruption per skill use.

Corruption cannot be reduced until the mask is unequipped.

The mask will automatically unequip if Corruption Build-up exceeds 60%.

Restriction: Requires INT 1000 to equip.

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"Damn… with this mask, I can safely impersonate the face of anyone for quite some time," Rhys muttered, already thinking about how to combine it with his other copy skill—one granted by his Akashic Ruler class.

[Akashic Mind]

Permanently increases Intelligence and Wisdom by +10 per level.

Grants access to Hidden Memory Skill Slots—special slots where copied skills can be stored permanently.

Gain +1 Memory Skill Slot every 20 levels.

Current Memory Skill Slots: 5

[Knowledge of the Unwritten]

Allows the user to copy any class skill seen at least once.

Copied skills can be stored in Memory Skill Slots for permanent use, or temporarily held for immediate use.

Cooldown : 1 day ]

"Combining these two skills with this mask… I can have nine extra skills right away. And with every twenty levels, I can store even more," Rhys muttered, thinking through the possibilities. "Though… there's also that one-day cooldown on Copy skill—means I have to observe a target for many days before I can fully Impersonate someone."

He shook his head with a smirk. "Okay… I'll test that later. For now, the Core District is next. Most likely, it's crawling with knight-type demons, or maybe maids and butlers twisted into demonic forms. And for the final boss? Probably the City Lord… in life, an aged noble mage, but now… definitely a high-tier demon mage."

He stepped into the Core District. The moment he crossed the boundary, the world seemed quieter—but far more dangerous. It wasn't chaotic like the outer and inner districts. No, this place was deliberate. Traps in the cobblestone streets. Ominous magical wards hanging in the air. A strange, cold stillness in the air that made every step feel heavier.

Ahead lay the City Lord's Palace. Not a massive fortress, but a small castle-like estate with wide, walled courtyards and perfectly kept—but eerily empty—gardens.

He stepped into the first garden. The silence shattered instantly as a dozen ornate gates in the hedged walls swung open in unison.

From each gate, they came—towering knights in blackened armor, twisted beyond recognition. The clang of their cursed weapons rang out as they stepped forward in formation. Behind them, maid and butler demons emerged, their once-kind faces now warped by grotesque grins, their eyes burning with infernal fire.

Rhys tightened his grip on his blade, golden light already starting to coil along its length.

"Puddle—let's burn them out."

The slime at his side pulsed once, its body flaring with radiant magic.

[Ancient Light Magic: Gleaming Halo]

A corona of pure silver-gold light burst into being around Puddle, orbiting him like a miniature moon. Every two seconds, a pulse rippled outward, burning into the ranks of the approaching demons, their blackened armor sizzling as patches of corruption sloughed away.

The knights advanced anyway, shields locking, weapons raised.

Rhys grinned. "Let's make them regret that."

He surged forward, feet pounding the marble path. His [Magic Enchant] wrapped his sword in blinding gold. He ducked under the first halberd swing, his blade cleaving through a knight's knee joint in one smooth stroke. The demon howled, collapsing, and the follow-up slash took its head clean off.

From above, Puddle switched tactics.

[Ancient Water Magic: Hydro Lance]

A spear of high-pressure water screamed down from the sky, punching clean through a maid demon's chest and detonating in a spray that tore through three more standing behind her.

The butlers moved in next—faster than the knights, daggers coated in venom glinting under the moonlight.

[Ancient Dark Magic: Abyssal Grasp].

Black tendrils erupted from the marble tiles beneath them, clawed hands dragging the butlers to a standstill as their feet skidded uselessly against the stone. They screamed, their forms writhing as the tendrils' damage over time began eating away at them.

He didn't waste the opening.

His sword flashed—one, two, three—each strike pure light-empowered steel, each impact breaking the darkness within them.

[Radiant Pulse] erupted from Puddle next, a shockwave of holy light washing across the courtyard. The lesser demons caught in it simply vaporized, leaving behind drifting ash.

The garden was already littered with smoking corpses, but Rhys didn't slow. He knew this was just the outer defense—every step closer to the palace meant deadlier opponents.

As if on cue, the massive wrought-iron gates at the far end of the courtyard swung open with a low groan.

From within emerged a figure towering over all others—its armor gilded in black and crimson, its four arms gripping a glaive, a massive zweihander, and two jagged scimitars. Its face was hidden behind a grotesque porcelain mask shaped like a smiling nobleman.

The pressure it radiated made the air feel heavier.

Even the shadows seemed to lean toward it.

[Core District Elite — Black Regent Demon]

Level 120 — Rank Trial Mini-Boss

Its voice was a distorted, mocking echo.

"You will not disturb the Lord…"