Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1145: Chapter-1146

The Following Day…

"Have you heard the news about the man who took down the demonic dragon?"

"What was his name?"

"Samuel or something like that, I believe… Only a few weeks ago he was just a scrawny youth, but now he possesses such incredible power."

"How on earth did he manage that?"

"I have no idea."

"Say, do any of you know if he has a girlfriend? Or a wife? Perhaps… a concubine?"

"No, but I’d gladly become one if he’d have me."

"Which one?"

"Any of them... Have you caught a glimpse of his physique? He sculpted that body in a matter of days. You should have watched his workout, oh my demon gods... If only I could persuade him to leave a child in me."

"Me too."

"Yeah, count me in."

"But why would someone like him even look at us?"

The gossip spread like a forest fire. Samuel's name was on everyone's breath—whispered in corners, spoken in passing, and shouted in the streets. He was the object of admiration, curiosity, and lust, though some felt nothing but bitter envy.

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Maxwell's Lab…

The laboratory was thick with the stench of blood and chemicals. Grotesque demon heads were preserved in jars along the shelves, floating in cloudy fluids with dead eyes staring into the void. At the center of the room, Maxwell worked with a steady hand, focused on a bubbling vial of unsettling blue liquid.

"Have you heard about this fellow Samuel, darling?"

A sugary, almost taunting voice rang out through the workspace.

Maxwell’s expression crumpled into a mask of fury. He slammed the glass vial onto the workbench, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"That cursed name is on everyone's lips. Samuel, Samuel, and more fucking Samuel! Meanwhile, I—the one who synthesized pure mana, a feat no one else has even imagined—must keep my work hidden!" His voice cracked under the weight of his rage, spit flying from his mouth. "I am the one who deserves their worship! I should be the one they whisper about! Samuel won't guide them through the Olden Gates. I will. They will have to rely on me because I hold the greatest power in this entire kingdom."

"Then what is your plan, darling?" The voice shifted, becoming teasing and sultry.

Madness flickered in Maxwell’s eyes. He clenched his jaw, gripping a test tube of shimmering, pure blue mana. His own reflection stared back from the glass—distorted, jealous, and completely unhinged.

"I’m going to kill him," he spat. "I’ll rip Samuel to pieces for stealing the glory that belongs to me. I deserve the spotlight. I am the only one worthy of such fame."

A black demonic cat emerged from the shadows, its bat-like wings twitching slightly. It purred, its eyes glowing with a crimson light.

"Then why wait, darling? If you slay the man who conquered the demonic dragon Berthdolt, won't the world see you as the superior power?"

Maxwell went still. The suggestion crawled into his mind, a poisonous temptation. Gradually, a cruel smirk pulled at his lips.

"You’re right. I will become the most powerful being in this tower. All it takes is a single drop of pure mana in his meal… and he’ll perish like a common bug. Hehehehe…" His manic laughter filled the lab. "Once Samuel is a rotting corpse, I will step into the light as the true champion. I’ll be praised as the greatest mage to ever live. You’re a genius, Ursula."

The cat tilted its head, purring with pride. "Well, I was much sharper back when I held my demon form… as your wife. Tell me, my love, when will you return my body to me?"

Maxwell’s face softened with a fleeting moment of affection. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the cat’s forehead.

"Soon. I will find a vessel worthy of your soul. I’ll bring you back to be my beautiful wife once again."

The cat’s purr deepened, vibrating with content.

"But for now," Maxwell’s features hardened once more, "I must discover where that bastard dines… and what he eats. Only then can I serve him his final meal."

Without another word, Maxwell grabbed the vial of pure mana and marched out, his eyes burning with a murderous fire.

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Somewhere in the Forest…

The woods were deathly quiet, save for the rustling leaves and the faint sound of weeping. Mira sat huddled beneath a massive tree, tears rolling down her face.

Sob… Sob…

"Tears don't suit you, luv."

A voice cut through the stillness—smooth, deep, and mocking.

Mira’s emerald eyes flew open, glowing dimly in the dark. Her grief vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, cold rage. She leaped to her feet and spun around, her eyes locking onto a figure standing several meters away. Though the night shadows hid his face, his sheer presence made her skin prickle with dread.

"Take one more step and I’ll burn you to a crisp." Her voice shook with anger as she summoned her ghastly blades—spectral weapons that radiated a murderous aura.

Anon merely grinned.

"Such aggression from a naked girl… I quite like it."

Mira’s eyes narrowed into slits. "Did my father send you to haul me back?"

She tightened her hold on her weapons.

"No. I’m here of my own accord. No one sent me to—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mira vanished.

Moving with explosive speed, she appeared behind him, swinging her twin blades toward his throat in a deadly arc.

Clang!

Anon didn't move to dodge. Instead, he raised his hand and caught both blades between his palm and fingers, halting them effortlessly. Sparks of spectral energy hissed where the metal met his skin, but his grip was like an iron vice.

"Calm down, luv." His voice remained composed and mocking as he slowly turned his head toward her.

In the gloom, his eyes flared—a deep, luminous purple. They oozed power, malice, and a dark intensity.

Mira felt her blood turn to ice. Her survival instincts screamed at her. Without a second thought, she abandoned her blades and vanished again, putting distance between them.

She reappeared ten meters away, her chest heaving as she scanned the area frantically.

But the spot where Anon had just been standing was empty. He was gone.

Her pupils contracted in shock. "What—?"

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her flush against a firm chest.

"Hello, luv."

Anon’s whisper brushed against her ear, sending a cold shiver down her spine. His unseen smile was evident in the tone of his voice.