Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1139
Previously on Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World....
"What the hell are you doing?" Orphia questioned, her face twisted in bewilderment.
"Hm...?" Suddenly, Anon rose from the floor and met Orphia's confused gaze as the turbulent mana swirling around him vanished.
"Why are you absorbing wild mana into your body only to discharge pure mana into the ground at such a terrifying pace?
Are you aware that your hearts could stop beating? You could die all over again from such a violent surge of negative wild mana," Orphia interrogated, looking at Anon with utter confusion.
"They'll stop working? And what happens then?" Anon retorted sarcastically.
"Well... didn't you hear me? You'll die, you damn—" Orphia's words cut off abruptly as she caught the faint rhythm of his heartbeat.
*Dub-Dub-Dub-Dub-Dub*
Suddenly, her eyes stretched wide in disbelief.
"That is only one heart... why can't I hear the others?" she demanded, her expression turning grave as she stared at Anon.
"Because the rest have already failed; this one is the sole survivor," Anon answered nonchalantly. He reached for his shirt on the floor and began to wipe away his perspiration.
"W-What!? Are you saying only a single heart is functioning, and you were performing all that with just one?" Orphia asked, her tone heavy with seriousness.
"Yep," Anon replied with a blank stare. He pressed his palm against his chest and activated a spell.
<Hell Heal>
Instantly, his dormant hearts were jolted back to life, resuming their rhythmic beating once more.
"You aren't some gifted child. You are a Master... you possess knowledge that even we lack. No mere kid would sever their own leg just to escape those bindings; that was an act of madness that only a seasoned master would attempt.
Why have you come here, and who are you really?" Orphia demanded. She swiftly unsheathed her blade and leveled it at Anon’s face.
"Well... that’s quite a fine weapon, but it’s poor form to point it at a student," Anon remarked with a smirk, eyeing the steel.
"Disclose your true identity, or this 'fine weapon' will be buried in your chest in seconds," Orphia threatened with an arrogant grin.
"Hah..." Ignoring her threat, Anon continued to dry himself off.
"You brought this on yourself," Orphia declared, immediately unleashing her bloodlust.
*Boooooom*
'Release Bloodlust, 30%,' Anon commanded internally.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
The moment Anon released his killing intent, the pressure radiated through the very walls of the building.
...
*Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud*
"I-I can't breathe..."
"W-What is this pressure?"
"F-Fuck... my nose is bleeding."
Outside the training hall, everyone collapsed to their knees. They struggled for air as blood began to leak from their eyes and noses.
Back inside the practice room...
*Thud*
Orphia fell to her knees, her instincts screaming at her to surrender immediately.
"This, my dear, is real bloodlust," Anon said. He gripped her chin with a predatory smile, savoring her helpless expression.
"I-I knew it... You aren't a damn student. Who the hell are you—" Before Orphia could finish her insult, Anon clamped his hand over her mouth.
"I found your foul mouth charming at first, but it’s becoming tedious... So, shut the hell up, or I’ll simply remove your mouth entirely," Anon said, smiling as he activated another ability through his touch.
<Body Modification>
'Replace lips with skin and disable the vocal cords,' Anon ordered.
[Target's lips have been replaced with skin; vocal cords have been deactivated.]
"There we go," Anon murmured, slowly withdrawing his hand.
*Touch-Touch*
Orphia frantically touched her face, realizing her lips were gone. She was unable to make a sound or even open her mouth.
Panic filled her eyes as Anon retracted his bloodlust and looked down at her with a grin.
"Don't worry... here. Use this to tear a new opening for yourself," Anon suggested playfully. He pulled a dagger crafted from pure travertine out of his inventory.
Orphia stared at him, her eyes wide with terror as she tried to vocalize. Anon merely laughed at her pathetic state.
"I can't understand a word, love. You definitely need a new mou—" Before he could finish, Orphia snatched the blade and plunged it into the skin where her mouth used to be.
As the blade pierced the skin, the magical alteration broke, and her lips reappeared.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, bastard! Do you think I'm just some weak girl?
I challenge you to a death—" Anon didn't let her finish. He pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist, and silenced her with a kiss.
*Chuuuuuuuuu*
The kiss lasted ten seconds before Orphia managed to shove him away.
"Get back... Huff~ Huff~" Orphia gasped, panting heavily.
"Well, wasn't that pleasant?" Anon asked, casually putting his clothes back on.
"You... who do you think you are? My physical strength is a thousand times greater than yours," Orphia stated firmly, glaring at him.
"Is it really?" Anon asked, a mocking smirk spreading across his lips.
"Oh, I'd be delighted to show—" Orphia began, balling her hand into a fist and launching a full-power punch directly at his face.
*Grab*
Anon caught her fist effortlessly with a single hand.
'Over the last three hours, I forced every muscle in this body to shatter and regenerate millions of times. I cycled wild negative mana through them mercilessly while they repaired.
I pushed this vessel so hard that I've already regained a quarter of my original body's strength in a mere three hours. The sensation of my veins and hearts exploding felt like being deep-fried and impaled simultaneously,' Anon thought, his smile never wavering.
"Now... how about you go get me some food, and then I'll answer a few of your questions, love," Anon commanded with a grin.