Anon easily found the traveling circus's location. 'MuscleGod' hadn't been made aware of his real identity. Anon felt a layer of mystery surrounding a magician was appropriate.

Anon booked tickets to the carnival and took a public bus. He still didn't have a car. This was one way he saved money, despite selling cars. He felt they ate money up.

He ended up needing to take several buses and a train to reach the town that was relatively remote.

Anon looked into his storage space.

What surprised him after waking up from destroying his hourglass. The inside of his storage space was different then how he remembered.

He had lost his phone and various random items. It was as if someone else had re-arranged it. He still had three sets of his special clothing he had made.

He didn't even have his original mask. He instead had a rag made from the same material as his special clothing. Anon figured that such a blindfold was more convenient to wear.

But there was a problem. He couldn't see through the material! He had tried it on. But it made everything go black. But his 'true vision' in combination with his 'extraordinary sense' allowed him to create a perfect map of the world through sound and vibrations alone.

Anon still avoided using his abilities in the daylight. He kept his phone in his pocket for example, despite being able to instead keep it in his storage space.

He found some problems with his storage space.

Time within it seemed to be frozen. This caused sync issues with his phone. So he instead just carried it like a regular person.

But his special outfits and blindfold was kept in his storage space.

He had also bought some props with him to show his 'magic'. He bought some BB guns. It was a little harder to acquire the real things. He also bought some colorful cloth and cards.

He was pretending to be a magician after all! He kept all this stuff in his storage space.

Soon he arrived at the carnival. He was still in his regular clothes... He attended the events just like a regular person. He saw a puppet show and there were kids all around.

Despite it not being full. It was still quite lively.

Popcorn. Cotton candy. Corn dogs. Churros. Funnel cake.

The smell was quite pleasant.There were all sorts of games. But even using his skills, they seemed to be rigged! Anon relaxed and slowly walked towards the main event. It wouldn't be starting for a few hours. But a few hours to him was essentially no time at all.

The ringmaster was preparing and the performers were getting their acts together with some last minute preparations.

Anon saw a body builder doing some poses. Soon the hours flew by and the show started.

Anon saw a lot of weird things. Clowns doing tricks and fitting in a very small car. He saw MuscleGod lifting the car that held the absurd amount of clowns.

Anon looked at everything with true vision and saw the underlying mechanisms. He was surprised by how much work went into all of this. There were even mechanisms built into the ground to transfer people.

The audience wasn't really vibing however. The kids were too young to truly appreciate what they were seeing and the adults were on their phones hardly paying attention to the feats at all.

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Soon the aerialists were up.

This was what Anon was most interested in. He figured the control rate with his body wouldn't be unlocked through brute force. He needed to truly master his body through techniques and skills.

Anon was captivated by the movements of these professionals. Even with his 99% control rate. He couldn't perform those moves. This wasn't simply a talent issue. It was blood, sweat, and tears that he hadn't put in.

These people had grinded their skills. Some from a very young age to get where they were.

In the middle of the performance. Anon left and changed into his axiom clothing. He even put on the blindfold and then entered the audience once more.

After around an hour. All the acts were complete and people started to leave to go eat food or play the various games available to try to win prizes.

Anon walked up to the body builder who had been lifting the toy car with the clowns in it.

"MuscleGod?"

The man froze. He then slowly turned around.

"How do you know that name?"

"We have talked online. I was that random user."

'MuscleGod' blushed and told him his name:

"Don't call me that. I've had the account for a long time. I was young when I chose that name. You can just call me Marcel!"

Anon shook hands with Marcel and introduced himself.

"You can just call me Axiom..."

"I actually wish to join this traveling circus! I remember you were talking about money problems, right?"

Marcel instantly became far more enthusiastic!

"You want to invest!? How much? We are really cutting it close this yea-"

Anon cut him off.

"I'm sorry to disappoint. I am broke!"

"..."

"But I wish to join your act!"

Marcel instantly started to think and then said:

"Talk with the ringmaster. I am not HR..."

Anon laughed.

"I think you are mistaken about something. I am not looking for a job. I would like to volunteer!"

"Is that even legal?"

"Why not? In exchange. I want you to introduce me to some aerialists!"

"Are you looking for a partner? While they are all quite flexible... they are all focused on their careers! This is a sinking ship. Plea-"

"... I think you are misunderstanding me. I have no interest in the opposite sex."

Anon wasn't lying. He had experienced thousands of years. It would just be weird to get into a relationship. But Marcel misunderstood him.

"Could it be... you want me!?"

"...I have no interest in men either..."

Marcel sighed in relief. He then sized up Anon.

"You don't look strong. What can you do?"

Anon smiled. He took off his blindfold and opened his eyes. Marcel felt a pressure unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if some primordial being was in front of him. He felt like he was face to face with death! His heart roared as his adrenaline soared.

"Y-You!? How did you do that?"

Anon said:

"Magic..."

Marcel frowned.

"That was too scary. We can't have you scaring away our patrons..."

Anon laughed.

"That isn't all I can do. Try this on."

Marcel grabbed the blindfold and complemented the material. It felt nice in his hand. He then put it on.

"How do you see wearing this!?"

Anon shrugged.

"That's the thing. You don't."

Marcel took off the blindfold and handed it back to Anon. Anon put it back on.

"Hit me."

"Are you sure? You are blind and I can hit hard."

"Try me."

Anon had his back facing Marcel. Marcel through a punch aiming for his head. Anon swayed to the side and dodged it.

"Lucky shot! Again!"

Anon was blindfolded and not even facing the direction of the attack. Marcel stopped playing around and actually tried his best at attacking.

But after a dozen attempts. Anon mysteriously dodged them all.

"How?!"

"The sound of the wind. The vibration of the ground. Your breathing and heartbeat. There is also your intent." Anon was making up nonsense. If it wasn't for his extraordinary sense and true vision. He would truly be blind. But even without his eyes. The world was so detailed.

Marcel's eyes were wide open.

"You are a legendary martial artist! Can I become your disciple?"

Marcel thought that if he could dodge things with his eyes closed. He could brag to everyone!

Anon was put into a good mood from the positive response. But he wasn't done.

"I haven't shown you what I'm truly capable of."

Anon held out his hand.

"Pay attention!"

Anon clapped his hands and a BB gun appeared in his hand.

"Whaaaaa-!? How?"

Anon coughed and said:

"It's all sleight of hand..."

Anon handed Marcel the gun and walked a few meters away.

"Shoot me."

"...are you a fucking superhero!? Bullet proof?"

"Just try it."

Anon was about ten meters away. Marcel aimed and pulled the trigger. But Anon didn't even move. The shot missed.

"Don't hold back. I won't be injured."

Marcel started to pull the trigger multiple times. Each time, Anon did some seemingly random movement and dodged them!

"Dude. How?!"

"Could it be... When you lost your sight. All your other senses became godlike!?"

Anon had a weird look on his face...

"I'm actually not blind..."

"...You are trolling me right? Why wear a blindfold?"

"It is a form of training."

"You are a fucking cartoon character!" Marcel couldn't help but comment this.