My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Eren felt like he was on someone\'s shoulder. The person carrying him appeared like he was running from something, his heavy breathing making his exhaustion evident.

He slowly opened his eyes, noticing that his vision was still a little blurry. He could see over the person\'s shoulder and noticed his surroundings.

The sky was dark as it was in the middle of the night. Only a blood red moon could be seen in the sky, casting red over the barren landscape. Eren could feel the cool night air against his skin.

He tried opening his lips to ask a question, but he could not do it. His body refused to listen to him, making him feel like he was nothing more than a spectator.

"It looks like I won\'t be able to accompany you for longer." He heard the man\'s voice as a large siren echoed in the entire barren landscape.

"They found out." The man slowed down and looked back.

As the man turned around, Eren noticed a change of sight. Even with a blurry vision, he could make out a tower-like structure in the back.

The tower was so tall that it looked like it was touching the sky itself. Even though he could not see it clearly, Eren had a rough idea about this place.

\'The Tower of Necromancer....\'

The place this man was running away from was none other than the Tower of Necromancer.

\'Why am I seeing this place? Is this the memory of Ren? I thought it would start from the moment he was born.\'

\'But I can feel it... This physique is similar to my current physique. He is much older at the starting point of this memory. It probably wasn\'t long before the present day.\'

\'Is this an incomplete memory? Is that why it was called a fragment? But still, I can most probably guess what happened before this moment. What matters is what comes next.\'

\'With my title as the Heir of Necromancer Tower, it doesn\'t seem hard to understand why we are running.\'

The tower was filled with sirens, making it appear no different than a prison from where a prisoner had escaped.

\'So much for being a Heir. Don\'t tell me it\'s some cliche thing like some family member being jealous and trying to kill me or use me as a puppet leader until a loyal subordinate helped me escape.\'

If possible, he wanted to ask the man more questions. Unfortunately, he wasn\'t able to do that. There was only one positive thing in this all. It was that he wasn\'t actually here.

It was just a memory so he wasn\'t at risk of dying. He already knew the outcome where he managed to survive.

"They already found out. I will have to change the plan. But don\'t worry. I will not let anything happen to you!"

The man placed Eren on the ground, helping him sit with his back resting against a rock. Only now, Eren was able to see the face of the person. And it was a face that certainly surprised him a lot.

\'Isn\'t he...? How is this possible? Why is he here?\'

The man appeared to be in his late twenties. He had a very peculiar scar mark on his face. His clothes were also mismatched.

His deep black hair was scattered across his forehead. Even with a scar on his face, the man still looked very handsome.

There was only one significant person described like this in the book.

"Who knew that the abilities I devoured would come in handy in this place."

\'Devourer...\' Eren thought in his mind. \'Why is it him?\'

His suspicions were confirmed. This man was none other than Devourer, who was killed by Four Overlords. It wasn\'t just his looks but also his words. There was no doubt about his identity anymore.

Devourer brought a ring out of his pocket and closed his hand with the ring in the middle.

"Target selected: Ring of Merger. Ability Transfer: Perception Modification."

He opened his palm, revealing the ring that had changed the color.

\'Ability Transfer? It was not part of the ability I gained from his bloodline. It must be something he stole as well.\'

Eren observed Devourer\'s actions. He could guess what this ability did. It allowed him to transfer any of his own abilities into any object. As for Ring of Merger... He could also guess what this thing did.

As soon as Devourer finished, he placed the ring onto Eren\'s finger. Upon contact, the ring merged seamlessly with his skin, vanishing from sight. Simultaneously, Eren\'s appearance began to transform.

His jet-black hair shifted to a deeper shade of crimson, while his once ordinary pupils underwent a noticeable change. Other facial features also underwent changes, all in sync with the ring\'s influence.

"Now, all that is left..." Devourer took a brief pause, "is to kill you."

A devilish smirk appeared on his lips as he stood up.

\'What the heck? Was he a good guy or a bad guy?\' Eren grew confused by this man\'s reaction.

If it wasn\'t for the fact that this was a memory, he might have even tried to get away from this man.

Devourer brought out a dagger and grabbed Eren\'s wrist.

When Eren was expecting something drastic to happen, Devourer made a little cut on his thumb, only enough to make a single blood drop fall on the ground.

"It was quite hard to kill that guy, but his ability wasn\'t half bad."

"Puppet Creation. Although these puppets only last for a short time, that should be enough. But it\'s truly a pity... To face my death after so long.\'

The drop of blood was absorbed by the soil. Under the effect of Devourer\'s Puppet Creation, a hand came out of the ground.

Devourer grabbed the hand and pulled it up, bringing out a young man from the soil. The man was dressed in the same manner as Eren.

"This looks just like you. It should be enough to fool those idiots."

\'Is this... how I really look?\' Eren looked at the puppet, truly amazed. He thought he looked good, but this puppet... This was truly next level.