I'm a hidden boss

The cool air hits Bishop's face as she passes through the red portal. The dungeon is behind her, a throbbing memory of shadows and death. Her heart pounds in her chest, its rhythm still quickened by the adrenaline of her escape. She stares at the demon seed in her hand; a dark, pulsating sphere that radiates a disturbing heat.

The temptation is powerful, the promise of absolute power whispering in her mind. But the memory of the madness that lurks behind her absorption holds her back. The vision of losing control, of becoming a creature without a will of her own, repels her. With a sigh, Bishop pushes the seed from her sight, determined to postpone that risk for now.

She heads to the lake, a calm mirror amid the bustle of the Imperial Academy. The water, serene and blue, reflects the leaden afternoon sky. The breeze caresses her black hair, gently rippling around her face. The atmosphere is a balm for her senses, a contrast to the hell she has just escaped.

As she reaches the shore, Bishop takes off her glasses, letting the weight of accumulated tension fall to the soft touch of the grass. The light of the sunset, filtered through the leaves of the nearby trees, bathes her face, revealing the intense golden glow of her eyes. For an instant, the girl of the 21st century merges with the daughter of Count Chess; past and present intertwine, as the young woman observes her reflection in the lake, serene but determined. The seed, a cold weight in her pocket, reminds her of the task that awaits her, the promise of a return to her home.

With a determined movement, Bishop throws her glasses into the lake. The reflection of the sunset is distorted for an instant before the water returns to its calm. In a low voice, almost a whisper lost in the breeze, she begins to intone an ancient incantation. “Lady of the lake, I wish you to give me visibility, by your sacred name, Ophelia.” The air is charged with a palpable energy, the surface of the lake ripples, creating a circle of light that slowly expands.

From the center of this circle emerges a female figure, ethereal and radiant, dressed in a white robe that seems woven from the same light of the sunset. Her gaze is serene, ancient, deep as the lake itself. The woman, with a slight smile on her lips, extends a hand towards Bishop, placing in his palm the glasses that had moments before fallen into the water. As Bishop examines the object, the woman's face becomes impassive, 

Her eyes scan every detail, as if assessing the very soul of the recipient. In that instant, the water of the lake begins to recede rapidly, the circle of light shrinking until it disappears completely, leaving behind only dry, cracked ground, as if the lake had never existed. With the glasses in her hands, the status screen opens over the glasses

[Odin's Glasses]

No side effects apply to you and illusions or mind control do not affect you.

If it weren't for the fact that this item is temporary and over time its effects wear off, it would be magnificent. The cold metal of the glasses in her hand contrasts with the warmth of the Demon Seed in her pocket, a new challenge presented to her.

Bishop puts on the Odin's Glasses, the cold metal against her skin. With a deep breath, she brings the Demon Seed to her lips and ingests it. A sharp, stabbing pain runs through her from head to toe. It is as if thousands of invisible needles are piercing her flesh, a torture that tries to penetrate to the very depths of her being.

The dark energy of the seed tries to invade her mind, a torrent of chaotic images, whispering voices that promise power and destruction. It is a desperate struggle, a battle in which her will is the only shield against madness. But then, a different power arises, a golden glow emanating from the glasses, repelling the darkness with immeasurable force. It is a divine light that protects her, a shield against demonic corruption.

The process continues, painful but increasingly controlled. The energy of the seed, once chaotic, begins to flow in an orderly manner. A physical change manifests in her body. Two horns of red energy, sharp and bright, emerge from her head, emanating a scorching heat.

Simultaneously, a long, sinuous tail of similar energy sprouts from her back, undulating with disturbing force. His once golden eyes now glow with hellish intensity, burning a deep, unsettling red. The transformation is complete. Bishop, now an amalgam of human and demon, absorbs the remaining energy of the seed, his power growing at an exponential rate.

Bishop stares at his holographic screen, a satisfied gleam in his red eyes. His stats have undergone a radical change.

[Bishop Chess]

[Title: Hidden Boss]

[Strength F+]

[Agility F+]

[Intelligence E]

[Mana E-]

[Demonic Power D].

The increase is remarkable, a significant leap from his humble beginnings.

His skills have also transformed.

[Swordsmanship Lv1]

[Concealment Lv5]

[Demon Lord Lv Max].

You are destined to be the Absolute Lord of Demons, so no demon can control you

[Demonic Power Lv2]

[Demon Sword Lv1].

The concealment skill now reaches a new level, able to hide even the demonic power bubbling within.

A sigh escapes her lips; progress is evident. Only one key item is missing to get the best possible start, but obtaining it will have to wait until after the next week. She prepares to leave, but a sound stops her. A muffled gasp, a whisper of horror.

Turning her head, she sees Amelia, her face pale with terror, her eyes fixed on Bishop's demonic figure, horns and tail still burning with a dark, red energy that shows no signs of fading. Amelia's horror is palpable, a heavy silence that contrasts with Bishop's latent power.