Anon smiled.

"Do you really want to know?"

The Commander paused for a second. They tried to find the secret meaning in his question. Of course they wanted to know!

"Yes." The Commander spoke.

Anon rubbed his fingers.

"Money. Resources. Manpower. My answer isn't free."

The Commander instantly felt confident. His fear was that he wouldn't have anything Anon needed. Now that he found out he had such basic desires. It would be easy to meet his requirements!

The Commander was the secret 'master' of this country after all! He could print money if so desired. He perked up his ears and listened carefully.

Anon then asked:

"How high is your authority?"

The Commander sneered.

"There is nobody above me..."

Anon started to grin.

"Infinite." Anon said.

"Infinite?" The Commander had no idea what he was talking about.

"I want infinite money!"

"...That isn't possible!"

"Why not? You can make my identity disappear. Making a bank account without limit should be no problem, right?"

"Is that all you want?"

"I also want my own country."

"You!?" The Commander thought he was getting messed with.

"I'm not done yet. I want the best lab that the government can provide." Anon remembered the merged memories from his time in the domain.

He had consumed a lot of foreign soul fragments. The memories were fuzzy. But his alternate self was a world renowned inventor. He was a scientist that created the 'singularity'.

The Commander's face was twitching. But he agreed.

"Fine! I will meet all your-"

"Did I say I was done yet?"

"I want access to all research results and experiments done. But in private and public."

"I also want a information network of the highest level."

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"..." The Commander felt this guy was a bit 'greedy'.

"If you wish to learn about the white room experiment. I am sorry. But all data regarding that has been destroyed!"

Anon had no idea about a 'white room experiment'.

"Hmm... okay."

"Is that all?" The Commander immediately regretted asking this question.

"It is not. I want my identity restored."

"That won't be a problem."

"But your roots in the system have been erased. We will have to make a fake backstory." The Commander waved his hands and the holograms around him started to shift. Within five minutes. Anon had a new identity!

"Alright. It is done!"

Anon was in quite a good mood. He got an alert on his phone. He looked at his balance and found that it had the infinity symbol.

"Good stuff!"

"Now. I have honored my end of-"

"I want your position!"

The Commander laughed.

"It is my skill and wit that made me the 'commander'. You can't grasp my position even if I wanted to give it to you!"

Anon continued to rattle off conditions for a few hours.

"ALRIGHT! All your conditions have been met. Now it is-"

"What about my country?"

The Commander sighed and held his hand to his face.

"Which third world country do you want?"

Anon laughed.

"I'm just fucking with you."

The animaxiom in his body started to go haywire. To The Commander's surprise. Anon went through a transformation as his eyes became bloodshot. His body started to bloat and then he exploded as if he had eaten a grenade.

Blood was splattered everywhere.

"..."

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Time froze as Anon enjoyed the feeling of death. He then used 'anima leap' to send his soul back in time! He only went back 10 hours. So he had over half of his animaxiom left.

He checked his bank accounts and found that they were still working. But for some reason, all traces of himself had seemingly vanished.

Anon's identity had completely vanished!

"We didn't know you were one of 'his' men!"

Anon remembered when he was arrested- Anon's thoughts were interrupted! He remembered his conversation with 'The Commander'.

"Let's give him a surprise!"

Anon walked to the police station and said:

"I am here to speak with the 'commander'."

The person didn't know he was talking about. But within a few minutes. A person rushed up to Anon and bowed!

"Right this way sir!"

Soon Anon was put into a room just like before.

"Hello Anon..."

"It is nice to finally meet you."

Anon smiled and said:

"Hello 'commander'."

The Commander's face remained expressionless.

"I-"

Anon interrupted him.

"You wish to know about the origin of my powers right?"

"Yes. But I have your fa-"

"You have put my family in escape rooms across the world. You want to test out my teleportation ability... right?"

"Yo-"

"I'm not interested in your games. You gave me the initiative."

"As expected. You are just as I imagined! An inscrutable man that can see through the meaning behind my actions... a monstrous genius. A..."

Anon listened to the 'commander' praise him for a few minutes. He surprisingly didn't interrupt his praise. Anon had a weird personality.

"I know. I know. Some of the coordinates are traps..."

"You wanted to send me to the bottom of the ocean."

Anon then became serious.

"I will give you everything you want. The secret behind my powers and how I gained them! In return I want you but to answer one question."

"What is the question?"

"What is your phone number?"

"Phone number?" The Commander was confused. Why did he ask this?

"I don't use a normal phone strictly. But there is a number that connects to the server at this base..."

"Just give me a way to contact you..."

The Commander showed Anon how to access a secret forum.

"What is this?"

"Part of my information network."

This 'forum' required a encrypted key to browse. Anon easily remembered the 80 digit key and then said:

"Alright. That is all I wanted."

"I am actually a ancient consciousness that has lived for thousands of years. My power origins are partially known and created by me!"

"If you want to get them. You'll need a lot of luck!"

Anon kept his side of the deal. But he knew anything he said would soon be forgotten. He planned on restarting either way.

The animaxiom in his body went haywire as he exploded.

This time he was completely drained of his animaxiom.