Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1139: 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 confusion.
"Hm...?" Anon stood up abruptly, the chaotic mana swirling around him vanishing instantly as he met Orphia’s bewildered gaze.
"Why are you absorbing raw, wild mana and venting pure mana into the ground at such a terrifying pace?
Are you aware that the massive surge of negative wild mana could stop your hearts and kill you again?" Orphia asked, her confusion deepening as she stared at him.
"They’ll stop working? And what happens after that?" Anon replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Well... didn't you hear me? You'll die, you damn—" Orphia's words cut off suddenly as she strained to hear the rhythm of his chest.
*Dub-Dub-Dub-Dub-Dub*
Her eyes snapped wide in pure shock.
"That’s only a single heartbeat... Why can't I hear the others?" she demanded, her expression turning grave as she searched his face.
"Because the rest have already failed; this is the only one still beating," Anon answered nonchalantly. He reached for his shirt on the floor and began wiping away his perspiration.
"W-What!? You're telling me only one heart is functioning, and you were performing that level of Cultivation with just one?" Orphia asked, her tone dead serious.
"Yep," Anon said flatly. He pressed a hand against his chest and chanted a spell.
<Hell Heal>
In an instant, his dormant hearts surged back to life, resuming their rhythmic thumping.
"You aren't some gifted brat. You're a Master... you possess knowledge that even we lack. No child would sever their own leg just to escape those bindings; that was insane, the kind of move only a seasoned veteran would make.
Why are you here, and who are you really?" Orphia demanded. She drew her blade in a flash, leveling the tip at Anon’s face.
"Well... that’s quite a fine weapon. But pointing it at a student? That’s hardly appropriate," Anon remarked with a smirk, eyeing the steel.
"Reveal your true identity, or this 'fine weapon' will be buried in your chest in seconds," Orphia threatened, an arrogant smile playing on her lips.
"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 mentally.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
The moment Anon released his intent, the pressure was so immense it 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."
Inside the room...
*Thud*
Orphia fell to her knees, her instincts screaming at her to surrender immediately.
"This, my love, is real bloodlust," Anon said. He gripped her chin, tilting her helpless face up to meet his wicked grin.
"I-I knew it... You're no damn student. Who the hell are you—" Before she could finish the insult, Anon clamped his hand over her mouth.
"I found your foul mouth amusing at first, but it's becoming a nuisance... So, shut the hell up, or I'll simply remove it," Anon smiled, activating a skill through his palm.
<Body Modification>
'Replace lips with skin and disable the vocal cords,' Anon ordered.
[Lips replaced with skin. Vocal cords deactivated.]
"There we go," Anon said softly, slowly pulling his hand away.
*Touch-Touch*
Orphia frantically felt her face, realizing her lips were gone—replaced by smooth skin. She was unable to make a sound or open her mouth.
Panic filled her eyes as Anon reabsorbed his bloodlust, watching her with an amused expression.
"Don't look so worried... Here, tear it back open and carve yourself a new one with this," Anon suggested. He pulled a dagger crafted from pure travertine from 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, luv. You really 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! You think I'm some helpless girl?
I challenge you to a death—" Her words were cut short as Anon lunged forward, grabbing her waist and pulling her into a forceful kiss.
*Chuuuuuuuuu*
The kiss lasted ten long seconds before Orphia managed to shove him away.
"Get off me... Huff~ Huff~" she panted, breathing heavily like an exhausted animal.
"Well, wasn't that pleasant?" Anon asked, casually pulling his clothes back on.
"You... who do you think you are? I am a thousand times stronger than you in raw physical power," Orphia hissed, her expression dark.
"Are you really?" Anon challenged, a mocking smirk widening on his face.
"Oh, I'd be delighted to show—" Orphia began, winding up a full-power punch aimed directly at Anon’s face. However,
*Grab*
With a single hand, Anon caught her fist effortlessly.
'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 ruthlessly, over and over again.
I pushed this vessel so hard that I've already reclaimed a quarter of my original strength. The sensation of my Meridians and hearts exploding felt like being deep-fried and impaled simultaneously,' Anon thought, his smile never wavering.
"Now... why don't you go fetch me some food? Then, perhaps I'll answer a few of your questions, luv," Anon commanded with a grin.