Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1138
Previously on Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World....
"Ladies and Gentlemen... To every Mage within this tower, I hereby proclaim the conclusion of this Death Duel," Orphia announced, her voice resonating through every floor of the structure.
"Samuel has WON IT."
"Wooooohoooooooo...."
Yeaaaaaaaaaa....."
"Go Samuellllllll...."
....
The moment his victory was declared, the spectators erupted, chanting Samuel's name and cheering wildly.
*Thud*
Suddenly, Anon collapsed to his knees...
'My mana is almost completely drained...' Anon thought, feeling the onset of unconsciousness.
"Hey... Kid, are you okay?" Orphia asked. She leaped into the ring instantly, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Before she could continue, Anon blacked out, his body beginning to slump forward.
*Grab*
"Well... It seems you have your weaknesses after all," Orphia remarked with a smirk, catching him before his face could collide with the floor.
...
*Blink-Blink*
When Anon finally opened his eyes, he found himself tucked into a large bed under a soft, warm black blanket.
"Hmm...?" He sat up abruptly, only to realize a heavy chain was tethering him to the bed frame.
*Clank*
"What is this?" Anon muttered, his expression one of pure confusion. He immediately attempted to channel magic to break the restraints.
[You are bound by a 'Buried Old Chain'. Magic cannot be manifested while in physical contact with it.]
Anon rolled his eyes as the system notification flickered before him.
He grabbed the metal links, trying to snap them with raw physical power, but Samuel's current physique was too weak to even leave a mark.
"Forget this body... Once I'm out of here, the absolute first thing I'm doing is building some actual strength in this piece of garbage," Anon said, his face darkening with resolve.
...
Mage Tower, Headmaster’s Office...
Orphia sat at the head of the round table. Surrounding her were the various mage instructors, all wearing grave expressions, though none possessed the courage to sit directly beside her.
"H-Headmaster... We must take action regarding that boy, otherwise he will simply—"
"He will what?" Orphia interrupted, her gaze fixing on the instructor.
"H-He will begin to dominate the faculty, just as he did with Mr. Alvin. There won't be anyone left willing to instruct the students, Ma'am," another teacher chimed in.
"So... you are all suggesting I deal with the boy merely because you're terrified he’ll bruise your fragile egos?" Orphia asked bluntly. The teachers immediately averted their eyes, staring at the floor.
"He is a gifted youth, but a talent used improperly is a danger to him. If his arrogance outgrows his self-restraint, he will be the downfall of himself and us as well.
Including you, Headmaster." A man named Cyrus spoke up. He possessed long grey hair, a handsome face, and a powerful, muscular build, showing neither hesitation nor dread.
"Cyrus... I was waiting for your input. Truly, I resent the fact that I cannot kill you. Every word from your mouth... it sounds so convincing to everyone else.
Is that some skill you have, twisting words and—" Orphia was cut off by a sharp rapping at the door.
*Knock-Knock*
"Who the hell thinks they can interrupt a faculty meeting?" Orphia snapped, her annoyance clear as she rose and marched toward the entrance.
*Click*
Upon swinging the door open, she found a young demon girl standing there, her eyes filled with visible terror.
"What is it?" Orphia demanded angrily.
"T-The Training Roo—" The girl couldn't finish; she lost consciousness on the spot, hitting the floor hard.
*Thud*
Orphia knelt down, placing a hand on the girl's forehead.
"Mana exhaustion?" Orphia murmured, confused. She immediately turned and hurried toward her private quarters.
...
*Thud*
The moment she burst into her room, she was met with the sight of an empty bed—and a severed leg still shackled to it.
"Motherfucker..." Orphia hissed, her eyes widening in disbelief.
She bolted from the room, racing toward the tower's main training hall.
...
"What's he doing?"
"I... I feel sick."
"The guy is a lunatic."
When Orphia arrived at the training room, a crowd of students had gathered outside the doors.
"Hey, what's going on here?" she barked, grabbing one of the students.
"W-We were practicing on the dummies when suddenly, this guy walks in looking incredibly intense.
He stripped down to his underwear and just started doing push-ups.
At first, it looked ridiculous and we laughed... but after an hour, the speed of his push-ups actually started to increase—"
"Hold on... what? Did you say 'after an hour'?" Orphia asked, stunned.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"He did push-ups for a full hour without pausing?" she pressed.
"Yes, Ma'am. After that first hour, he was sweating profusely, his hands were swollen and red, and his stomach looked hollowed out, but he didn't stop.
Another hour went by, and suddenly, the air became thin. We all started sweating from the sheer heat radiating from him.
Our mana felt like it was being siphoned away by something, so we had to flee the room... Look at him, he’s still going, but the heat and pressure inside are unbearable, Ma'am.
Please, do something." The student pleaded, and the others nodded in frantic agreement.
"Move aside... you weaklings," Orphia ordered. She shoved the doors open and stepped inside.
"What the...?" Orphia gasped, her shock intensifying.
The internal pressure was staggering, the heat was extreme, and the gravitational force felt amplified. A standard student wouldn't last sixty seconds under these conditions.
Looking toward the center of the hall, Orphia saw Anon. He was performing push-ups at a blurring speed, surrounded by a massive sphere of turbulent, wild mana.
The raw mana was being drawn in through his head and feet, circulating through him before erupting from his hands, surging across the entire surface of the training room.