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

The summit of the Mage Tower is currently choked with thick, black smoke, obscuring everything from sight.

"Wind Cyclone..." Orphia muttered, instantly manifesting a miniature vortex on her fingertip that drew in the smog until the air was clear.

While the students remain safe behind the protective barriers erected by the instructors, the arena itself has been utterly ruined.

Alvin cringes behind Orphia's legs, while in the center of the platform stands the remains of Samuel—his upper torso was liquidated by the mana backfire, leaving nothing but his legs upright in the ring.

"Bloody hell... Who exactly was this brat?" Orphia whispered, her face etched with disbelief as she stared at the bifurcated corpse.

"D-Did I win?" Alvin stammered, his expression pale with terror as he gazed upon Samuel's remains.

"Hah... Forget this. Since the idiot killed himself with a spell he couldn't control, Professor Alvin has w—" Orphia began to announce with a look of boredom, but she was cut short by a bizarre surge of mana vibrating around her.

"W-What's going on?" Alvin asked, looking at Orphia with total confusion.

"The mana... Can't you feel it?" Orphia questioned, scanning the arena as she realized the energy was converging from every direction.

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

"Shut the fuck up. There it is..." Orphia snapped, whipping her head to the right as she spotted a chunk of flesh twitching on the floor.

"Woah..."

"Hey, look... The body is moving."

"Fucking hell."

"How can that be possible?"

"What the fuck!?"

The crowd watched in bewilderment as Samuel's legs began to convulse once more.

Swish

All of a sudden, three massive slabs of meat shot through the air toward Samuel's legs, fusing back onto the waist.

"Motherfucker, he’s utilizing delay cast." Orphia remarked, her eyes widening in realization.

"But... Headmaster, that is purely a theoretical spell. No one in the entire empire has even managed to form its first circle yet." An instructor noted with a grim face while looking at Orphia.

Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish

Every scattered piece of Samuel’s anatomy flew back, reassembling itself like a puzzle.

Because his hands had been vaporized, fresh ones sprouted forth, and even his head reconstructed in an instant.

However, his physique was different this time... He no longer appeared frail. Instead, his body looked toned, muscular, and perfected.

In the span of a single minute, a corpse that had been erased from the hips up had completely regenerated to its peak state.

The spectators surrounding the ring were paralyzed by the sight. They were torn between exhilaration, joy, and sheer dread.

"Haah..." Anon breathed out, opening his eyes to survey his surroundings.

"Did you already declare him the victor?" Anon asked, sounding puzzled as he looked toward Orphia.

"Ha... Hahahahahahahahah... Slap-Slap-Slap-Slap" Orphia exploded into a fit of laughter, slapping her thighs repeatedly.

'This item Averis gave me... It is amplifying my mana by a hundred times. If I continue to discharge high-tier skills with this vessel... it’s just going to keep detonating.

It’s a good thing I opted for soul casting instead of standard casting.' Anon mused, glancing at Orphia with a look of perplexity.

"T-That’s impossible... Y-You died, and I won this Death Duel... Right, Head—" Before Alvin could finish his protest, Orphia cut him off.

"The duel is still in progress. You are free to attack and kill him. That goes for you too, kid. I'm stepping out of the bounds... This is the greatest day of my life—pure entertainment." Orphia grinned broadly as she exited the ring.

'What is wrong with that woman?' Anon thought, a smirk playing on his own lips.

"Frost Lance..." Alvin roared, conjuring a massive, jagged spear of ice and hurlng it straight at Anon.

SWISH

Without even bothering to look at the projectile, Anon lifted his hand and triggered his ability.

<Quantum Reflect> A translucent barrier shimmered into existence before Anon, swallowing the Frost Lance whole before spitting out hundreds of identical ice spears back at Alvin.

Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish

"N-No... What is this...?" Alvin screamed, sprinting around the arena in a desperate attempt to evade the icy barrage. He wasn't fast enough—one spear buried itself deep into his right leg.

Stab

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Alvin shrieked, clutching his limb as blood sprayed from the puncture wound.

"Hahahaha... Keep going, kid! Show me more!" Orphia shouted, her laughter echoing loudly.

The moment he used the skill, a wave of profound exhaustion crashed over Anon's body.

'W-What the—!?'

[Warning: 30% Mana Remaining.]

Upon seeing the system alert, Anon's face grew dark.

'I burned 70% of my mana on a single spell. Fuck.' Anon thought, his gaze turning grim.

He quickly accessed his inventory to grab a mana potion, but found the slots completely empty.

"You have got to be joking," Anon hissed in irritation.

"I am going to fucking kill you..." Alvin snarled, his face contorted with fury as he fought to stand. He aimed his wand directly at Anon.

He began a frantic incantation—this wasn't a basic spell, but something far more destructive.

'I don't have enough mana for defensive spells... I'll have to end this using some old-school tactics.' Anon decided as he initiated another cast.

<Fire Ball> A tiny spark of flame ignited above Anon's palm.

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Orphia asked, failing to understand Anon's strategy.

'Feed it more mana...' Anon ordered himself, pouring energy into the Fireball while forcing its volume to stay small rather than expanding.

Within moments, the orange fire condensed into a tiny, white-hot sphere that drifted lazily toward Alvin as he finished his chant.

"Watch this..." Anon said, looking toward Orphia before he snapped his fingers.

Snap

"Frost Nov—" Before Alvin could complete his magic, Anon released the pressure on the compressed fireball.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

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

Once again, the ring was swallowed by a cloud of soot and smoke...

"Wind Cyclone..." Orphia repeated, forming another small vortex to clear the air.

This time... as the visibility returned, everyone saw Alvin's charred, smoking body collapsed at the edge of the arena.