Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1137

A thick shroud of black smoke enveloped the summit of the Mage Tower, obscuring everything from sight.

"Wind Cyclone..." Orphia muttered. A miniature vortex manifested at her fingertip, instantly drawing in the haze and restoring visibility to the area.

While the protective barriers erected by the teachers had shielded the students, the dueling ring itself lay in utter ruin.

Alvin cowered behind Orphia’s legs. In the center of the arena stood the remains of Samuel—or what was left of him. The Mana explosion had completely vaporized his upper torso, leaving nothing but a pair of legs standing upright in the ring.

"Bloody hell... who exactly was this brat?" Orphia whispered, her face pale with shock as she stared at the mangled lower half of the body.

"D-Did I win?" Alvin stammered, his voice trembling with terror as he gazed at Samuel’s remains.

"Hah... what a mess. Since the idiot blew himself up using a spell he couldn't control, Professor Alvin is the w—" Orphia began with a look of pure disappointment, only to be cut short by a sudden, erratic surge of Mana in the air.

"W-What's going on?" Alvin asked, his confusion growing as he looked toward Orphia.

"The Mana... can you perceive it?" Orphia questioned, her eyes scanning the arena as she realized the energy was converging from every direction.

"W-What are you talking about, Headmaster? I don't feel a thing. Please, just announce the winner so these students can go back to their—"

"Shut your mouth. There it is..." Orphia snapped. She whipped her head to the right, spotting a fragment of flesh twitching on the stone floor.

"Woah..."

"Look over there... the corpse is twitching!"

"Good gods."

"How can this be happening?"

"What the hell!?"

The crowd erupted in confusion as Samuel’s legs began to convulse once more.

Swish

In an instant, three large chunks of tissue flew through the air, slamming into the legs and reforming the base of a torso.

"You've got to be kidding me, he's utilizing a delayed cast," Orphia remarked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"But... Headmaster, that is purely a theoretical concept. Not a single person in the Empire has managed to manifest even the first circle of that spell," a teacher noted, his expression grim as he addressed Orphia.

Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish

The scattered remnants of Samuel’s body zipped back together, reattaching with unnatural precision.

Because his hands had been turned to ash, new limbs sprouted forth, and even his head reconstructed itself in a heartbeat.

However, his physique had changed. He no longer appeared frail; instead, his frame was now muscular, defined, and powerful.

Within a mere sixty seconds, a body that had been obliterated from the waist up had fully regenerated to its absolute peak state.

The spectators surrounding the ring were paralyzed by what they had just seen. They were caught in a whirlwind of excitement, joy, and sheer dread.

"Haah..." Anon let out a long breath, opening his eyes to survey his surroundings.

"Did you already name him the victor?" Anon asked, looking at Orphia with a hint of confusion.

"Ha... Hahahahahahahahah... Slap-Slap-Slap-Slap!" Orphia broke into hysterical laughter, slapping her knees in delight.

'This item Averis gifted me... it’s boosting my Mana a hundred times over. If I keep unleashing high-tier skills with this vessel... it’s going to keep rupturing. It’s a relief I opted for soul casting instead of the standard method,' Anon reflected, watching Orphia’s outburst with a puzzled look.

"T-That’s impossible... Y-You were dead! I won this Death Duel... right, Head—" Alvin started, but Orphia cut him off mid-sentence.

"This bout isn't over yet. You’re free to attack and kill him again. That goes for you too, kid. I'm stepping out of the ring... this is the most entertained I've been in my entire life," Orphia said with a wide grin, exiting the combat zone.

'What is wrong with that woman?' Anon wondered, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Frost Lance..." Alvin roared, conjuring a massive, jagged spear of ice and hurling it toward Anon.

SWISH

Without even glancing at the projectile, Anon raised a hand and activated a skill.

<Quantum Reflect> A translucent barrier shimmered into existence before Anon. It swallowed the Frost Lance whole before refracting the energy, launching hundreds of identical ice spears back at Alvin.

Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish

"N-No... how is this happening!?" Alvin shrieked, sprinting across the ring in a desperate attempt to evade the icy barrage. He wasn't fast enough; one of the lances tore through his right leg.

Stab

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Alvin howled in agony, clutching his mangled limb as blood soaked the floor.

"Hahahaha... keep going, kid! Show me more!" Orphia shouted from the sidelines, laughing loudly.

Immediately after casting the spell, a wave of profound exhaustion crashed over Anon.

'W-What the—!?'

[Warning: 30% Mana Remaining.]

Seeing the status window caused Anon’s expression to darken instantly.

'That single spell drained seventy percent of my Mana. Damn it,' Anon thought, his face turning grave.

He quickly checked his inventory for a Mana potion, only to find it completely empty.

"You've got to be joking," Anon hissed in frustration.

"I’m going to fucking kill you..." Alvin snarled, his face contorted with malice as he dragged himself up. He leveled his wand at Anon.

He began a complex incantation—one for a high-level spell.

'My Mana is too low for defensive magic... I guess I'll have to settle this with a more primitive approach,' Anon decided, initiating a different spell.

<Fire Ball> A tiny flame ignited above Anon’s palm.

"What on earth is he trying to do?" Orphia asked, baffled by his choice.

'Pump more Mana into it...' Anon directed, forcing more energy into the Fireball while compressing its volume instead of letting it expand.

In moments, the flickering orange flame condensed into a tiny, brilliant white orb that drifted lazily toward Alvin as he finished his chant.

"Watch this..." Anon said, glancing at Orphia before snapping his fingers.

Snap

"Frost Nov—" Before Alvin could complete his attack, Anon released the tension in the compressed fireball.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

"Woah..." Orphia gasped, impressed by the sheer force of the blast.

The ring was once again swallowed by a cloud of soot and smoke.

"Wind Cyclone..." Orphia called out, creating another vortex to clear the air.

As the smoke dissipated this time, everyone saw Alvin’s charred, smoking body collapsed at the edge of the arena.