Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1138: Chapter-1138
Previously on Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World....
"Ladies and gentlemen... to every Mage within this tower, listen well... I hereby declare the conclusion of this Death Duel," Orphia announced, her voice resonating through every corridor of the structure. "The victor is Samuel."
"Wooooohoooooooo...."
Yeaaaaaaaaaa....."
"Go Samuellllllll...."
....
The instant his victory was confirmed, the spectators erupted, chanting Samuel's name in a thunderous celebration.
*Thud*
Without warning, Anon collapsed to his knees...
'My mana is almost completely drained...' Anon realized, his consciousness beginning to slip away.
"Hey... kid, are you okay?" Orphia asked, leaping into the ring instantly and resting a hand on his shoulder.
Before she could say another word, Anon blacked out, his limp body tipping forward.
*Grab*
"Well... it seems you have your weaknesses after all," Orphia remarked with a faint grin, catching him just before his face slammed into the floor.
...
*Blink-Blink*
Opening his eyes, Anon found himself tucked under a soft, warm black blanket on a spacious bed.
"Hmm...?" He sat up abruptly, only to find a heavy chain tethering him to the frame.
*Clank*
"What the hell is this?" Anon muttered, looking confused as he immediately attempted to channel magic to break free from the restraint.
[You have been bound by a 'Buried Old Chain'. Magic usage is nullified while in contact.]
Anon rolled his eyes as soon as the system notification appeared.
He gripped the metal links, attempting to snap them with raw physical power, but Samuel's frail physique couldn't even leave a mark on the iron.
"Damn this body... The moment I'm out of here, the priority is building some actual strength into this piece of junk," Anon stated, his expression darkening.
...
Mage Tower, Headmaster's Office...
Orphia sat at the center of the round table, surrounded by the mage instructors. All of them wore grim expressions, yet none dared to take a seat beside her.
"H-Headmaster... we must intervene regarding that boy, or he will simply—"
"He will what?" Orphia interrupted, fixing her gaze on the teacher.
"H-He will begin to dominate the faculty, precisely as he did with Mr. Alvin. Ma'am, we won't have anyone left to actually teach the students," another instructor chimed in.
"So... you are all demanding I take action against a child merely because you fear he'll bruise your fragile egos?" Orphia asked blankly, causing the teachers to avert their eyes toward the floor.
"He is a gifted youth, and a talent used improperly is a danger to him. If his arrogance outgrows his restraint, he will bring ruin to himself and us alike. Even you, Headmaster," a handsome, muscular teacher with long grey hair spoke up, showing no sign of intimidation.
"Cyrus... I was waiting for your input. Truly, I envy you because I'm forbidden from killing you. Every word that falls from your idiotic mouth... it sounds so convincing to everyone else. Is it a skill, the way you twist language and—" Orphia was cut off by a sudden rapping at the door.
*Knock-Knock*
"Who the hell has the nerve to disrupt a faculty meeting?" Orphia snapped, her face etched with annoyance as she rose and walked to the entrance.
*Click*
"What is it?" Orphia demanded angrily.
"T-The Training Roo—" The demon girl's sentence cut short as she lost consciousness, hitting the floor with a thud.
*Thud*
Orphia knelt down, pressing a hand to the girl's brow.
"Mana exhaustion?" Orphia muttered, looking puzzled before she turned and sprinted toward her private quarters.
...
*Thud*
The moment she threw open her doors, she was met with the sight of an empty bed and a severed leg still shackled to the frame.
"Motherfucker..." Orphia hissed, her eyes widening in disbelief.
She bolted from the room, heading straight for the tower's training hall.
...
"What is he doing?"
"I-I don't feel right."
"This guy is insane."
Arriving at the training hall, Orphia found a massive crowd of students gathered outside the entrance.
"Hey, what's going on here?" she asked, grabbing one of the students.
"W-We were just practicing spells on the targets when suddenly, this guy walks in looking incredibly intense. He stripped down to his underwear and just started doing push-ups. At first, it just seemed weird and hilarious... we stayed to mock him, but after an hour, the speed of his repetitions just kept increasing—"
"Wait... what? Did you say 'after an hour'?" Orphia interrupted, looking skeptical.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"He did push-ups for an entire hour without stopping?" she pressed.
"Yes, Ma'am. After that first hour, he started sweating profusely, his hands turned red and swollen, and his stomach tightened significantly, yet he didn't stop. Another hour went by, and suddenly, we all felt like we were suffocating. The heat made us start sweating too. It felt like our mana was being drained, like something was sucking it right out of us, so we fled the room... Look at him, he's still going, but the heat and pressure inside... we can't handle it, Ma'am. Please, do something." The student pleaded, and the others nodded frantically in agreement.
"Move aside... you weaklings," Orphia commanded, shoving past them to throw open the training hall doors.
"What the hell?" Orphia gasped, her shock evident.
The internal pressure was staggering, the heat was astronomical, and the gravitational force had intensified to an extreme degree. A standard student wouldn't last a minute under such conditions.
Looking toward the center of the hall, Orphia saw Anon. He was performing push-ups at a terrifying pace, surrounded by a massive sphere of turbulent mana. This wild mana was being pulled in through his head and feet, only to be expelled through his palms, surging across the entire surface of the training room.