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

Capítulo 1145: Chapter-1146

The Next Day…

“Did you hear about that guy who defeated the demonic dragon?”

“What was his name again?”

“I think Samuel or something… He was just this skinny guy a few weeks ago, and now he’s so damn strong.”

“What the hell happened to him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey, do you guys know if he has a girlfriend? Or a wife? Or maybe… a concubine?”

“No, but I’ll become one if he lets me.”

“Which one ?”

“Anyone… Have you seen his body ? And he built that in just a few days. You should’ve seen him workout, oh my demon gods… If only I can convince him to plant a child in me.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah, same here.”

“But why would he look at us ?”

The chatter spread like wildfire. Everywhere Samuel’s name was whispered, spoken, shouted. Admiration, curiosity, desire—and some were even jealous.

—

Maxwell’s Lab…

The lab reeked of chemicals and blood. Rows of shelves were lined with jars where grotesque demon heads floated in murky liquids, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into eternity. At the center of it all stood Maxwell, his hands steady as he worked over a bubbling vial filled with an eerie blue liquid.

“Did you hear about that guy named Samuel, darling?”

A sweet, almost mocking voice echoed across the room.

Maxwell’s face twisted with rage. He slammed the vial onto the table, his knuckles whitening.

“Everyone’s lips are stained with that damned name. Samuel, Samuel, and fucking Samuel. Meanwhile, I—I who developed pure mana, something no one else has even dreamed of, and I can’t disclose it to anyone!” His voice cracked with fury, spittle flying. “It should be me they should worship. Me they should whisper about! Samuel won’t lead them through the Olden Gates. I will. I am the one they’ll have to depend on because I have the strongest thing in this whole kingdom.”

“Then what do you want to do, darling?” The voice turned sultry, teasing.

Maxwell’s eyes burned with madness. His jaw clenched as he grabbed a test tube filled with shimmering pure blue mana. His reflection glared back at him through the glass—twisted, envious, unhinged.

“I want to kill him,” he growled. “I want to tear Samuel apart for stealing the fame that should’ve been mine. I am the one who deserves the spotlight. I am the only one worthy of glory.”

Out of the shadows padded a black demonic cat, its bat-like wings fluttering lightly. Its eyes glowed a crimson hue as it purred.

“Then why hesitate, darling? If you kill the one who defeated the demonic dragon Berthdolt, won’t the world believe you’re even stronger than him?”

Maxwell froze. The words slithered into his mind, poisoning him with temptation. Then, slowly, a wicked grin spread across his face.

“You’re right. I’ll become the strongest in this tower. All I need to do is slip a drop of pure mana into his food… and he’ll die like an insect. Hehehehe…” His laughter echoed manically through the lab. “Once Samuel’s corpse rots, I’ll step forward and reveal myself as the true victor. I’ll be hailed as the strongest mage alive. You’re a genius, Ursula.”

The cat tilted its head, purring proudly. “Well, I was far more clever when I still had my demon form… as your wife. Tell me, my love, when will I have my body back?”

Maxwell’s expression softened with a rare tenderness. He bent down and kissed the cat on its forehead.

“Soon. I’ll find a body worthy of housing your soul. I’ll bring you back as my beautiful wife.”

The cat purred louder, vibrating with satisfaction.

“But for now,” Maxwell’s face hardened again, “I need to find out where that bastard eats… and what he eats. Only then can I serve him his death.”

Without another word, Maxwell snatched the vial of pure mana and stormed out of the lab, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

—

Somewhere in the Forest…

The forest was silent except for the faint rustling of leaves and the muffled sound of sobbing. Beneath the shadow of a towering tree, Mira sat curled up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sob… Sob…

“You don’t look good with tears, luv.”

A voice slithered into the silence. Smooth, deep, taunting.

Mira’s emerald eyes snapped open, glowing faintly in the darkness. Her sorrow vanished in an instant, replaced with sharp anger. She shot up from the ground and turned—her gaze landing on a figure standing a few meters away. His face was obscured by the shadows of the night, but the presence alone was enough to make her skin crawl.

“Come any closer and I’ll roast you alive.” Her voice trembled with fury as she summoned her ghastly blades, spectral weapons that shimmered with killing intent.

Anon only smirked.

“Such hostility from a naked girl… I like it.”

Mira’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Did my father send you to capture me?”

Her grip tightened on the blades.

“No. I came here on my own. No one sent me to—”

Before he could finish, Mira vanished.

In a blur of speed, she reappeared behind him, her twin blades slicing toward his neck in a ruthless arc.

Clang!

Instead of dodging, Anon raised his hand and caught both blades between his fingers and palm, stopping them with ease. Sparks of spectral energy hissed as metal met flesh, but his grip was too tight to get the blades back out.

“Calm down, luv.” His voice was calm, mocking, as he slowly turned his head.

In the darkness, his eyes ignited—a deep, glowing purple. They radiated power, menace, and something far darker.

Mira’s blood ran cold. Her instincts screamed danger. Without hesitation, she released her blades and vanished again, retreating to gain distance.

She reappeared ten meters away, chest heaving, eyes scanning frantically.

But where Anon had been standing a heartbeat ago—he was gone.

Her pupils shrank. “What—?”

Suddenly, a pair of hands slipped around her waist from behind, pulling her close.

“Hello, luv.”

Anon’s whisper brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His smile, though unseen, was felt in every word.