Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.



Ladies and gentlemen, as you witnessed, Anon has taken the lead in the race, and he shows no signs of slowing down. He races toward his objective, displaying no hint of fatigue or weariness," Seraphina spoke with unwavering determination, her voice carrying the weight of anticipation.

"Seraphina, I doubt Luna will accept defeat so easily. She will undoubtedly strive to reclaim her position in the race," Landon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Well, we shall have to wait and see," Seraphina replied calmly, her gaze focused on the unfolding events.

"Damn it, I must take action," Seti muttered as she strode away from the noble students' section. Her mind raced with thoughts of vengeance and cunning strategies to derail Anon's unstoppable momentum.

"How can he jump so high? And an S-Rank skill? It's clear he's cheating. I thought they would back down after the food incident, but that bastard Anon... It's time to play my second card," Seti fumed with anger, her steps quickening as she navigated the school's corridors. Determined and fueled by her desire for victory, she sought to tip the scales in her favor.

Entering an empty room, Seti retrieved a small glass ball from her pocket, its surface shimmering with mystical energy. She held it tightly, her eyes narrowing with determination.

"Yes, ma'am?" a voice emanated from the ball, a loyal servant awaiting her command.

"Release them and ensure he doesn't make it past the next obstacle alive," Seti commanded, her voice laced with a chilling resolve.

"As you command, but what about the payment?" the voice inquired cautiously.

"You will receive payment once the job is done," Seti responded in a furious tone, her grip on the ball tightening.

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

Crack

Krrrr

The voice abruptly ceased, and the crystal ball shattered into countless fragments, a symbolic representation of Seti's unyielding determination to defeat anon.

"Utterly useless maggots," Seti muttered, her voice dripping with disdain, as she stepped out of the room, leaving behind the shattered remnants of her plan.

"As you can see, both our contestants are progressing toward the next hurdle, with Anon still in the lead, while Luna remains several kilometers behind him," Landon addressed the audience, his voice resonating with excitement.

"Seraphina, could you enlighten our viewers about the next hurdle in the race?" Landon inquired, his eyes fixated on Seraphina, awaiting her explanation.

"Of course! The next challenge is the 'Draven Nightshade Desert,'" Seraphina announced, her words infused with an air of mystery and danger.

[In the heart of this unforgiving kingdom lies the Draven Nightshade Desert, an arid expanse that defies mortal expectations and scoffs at the notion of life's fragility. This merciless wasteland stretches endlessly, its sandy dunes undulating like ancient serpents frozen in time. Here, sunlight suffocates beneath an eternal shroud of darkness, and the whispers of the wind carry tales of dread and despair.

At first glance, the Draven Nightshade Desert may appear desolate, but beware, for its true treachery lurks within the obsidian shadows that enshroud the land at nightfall. As twilight descends, the desert transforms into a realm of nightmares, a twisted theater of horrors orchestrated by the malevolent hand of the nocturnal realm. The once-hopeful stars become mere glimmers of false solace amidst the haunting abyss.

Within the inky blackness, the desert awakens with sinister life. Vicious creatures, born of darkness and solitude, emerge from their subterranean sanctuaries, their eyes gleaming with otherworldly malevolence. Predators lurk, their fangs poised to taste the essence of unsuspecting souls foolish enough to wander into this cursed domain. Beware the sand vipers, their scales shimmering like shards of midnight, waiting to strike with venomous precision. And behold the Draven Nightshade Scorpions, their pincers and stingers adorned with a venom that transforms life into a waking nightmare.

But it is not only the creatures that menace the unwary traveler. The very environment itself seems hell-bent on claiming souls. Shifting sands conceal treacherous sinkholes, ready to swallow the unsuspecting without a trace. Whirlwinds of razor-sharp grit assail all who dare venture forth, their relentless onslaught tearing at flesh and spirit alike. And as the temperature plummets, an icy chill seeps into the bones of those unfortunate enough to linger, freezing their hearts with unforgiving cold.]

"Woah, that sounds incredibly dangerous, Seraphina. It sends shivers down my spine," Landon commented, his eyes wide with awe.

"The cold in that desert at night is enough to claim lives, which is why only a few tribesmen dare to reside there. Will Anon be able to cross the desert? Or, more importantly, will he survive the ordeal?" Seraphina spoke, her voice laced with suspense, holding the audience captive.

"Oh, that's truly terrifying. Will both Anon and Luna overcome this perilous hurdle?" Landon asked, eager for Seraphina's insight.

"Luna possesses the advantage of being a werewolf, her blood running warmer than a human's. I believe she will navigate the desert with relative ease. As for Anon, the commoner, I remain uncertain," Jake chimed in, his voice brimming with curiosity.

"I've utilized a spell to analyze his body, and it appears that the commoner's mana is running low," Samantha interjected, her voice tinged with intrigue.

"I know that, Big Sis," Jake replied with confidence, his gaze fixed upon Anon.

"Whoa, you can do that?" Frank exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening.

"Yes, witchcraft knows no limitations of distance. Haven't you heard?" Samantha replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Well, I'm learning something new today, and it's absolutely fascinating. Can you use your powers to make him stumble right now?" Frank inquired eagerly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"No, if a witch's spell fails, she faces twice the damage as a backlash," Jake interjected, his tone cautionary.

"Yes, my big brother is absolutely right. The commoner seems to possess a protective barrier that repels my spells. If I were to force my way through, I fear I would harm myself more than him," Samantha explained, her voice filled with a sense of caution.

"Wait, you call her big sister, and you call him big brother? Who among you is older?" Frank questioned, curiosity piqued.

"Neither of us is older. We were born on the same day, and we show mutual respect by using those titles," Jake clarified, a sense of pride in his voice.

"Yes, my big brother is correct," Samantha affirmed, a warm smile crossing her face.

"Thank you, Big Sis," Jake added gratefully.

'What an intriguing pair of siblings,' Frank mused, his thoughts filled with newfound respect.

"Who will be running next from our side?" Frank inquired, eager to know the next participant.

"I will take the chance." Samantha declared confidently, her eyes shining with determination.

"Another woman?" Frank exclaimed, his surprise evident.

"Pardon me?" Samantha turned around, a quizzical expression on her face.

'Oh, no, I forgot how much they value equality and respect,' Frank quickly realized his mistake.

"Hehe," Jake chuckled softly, finding amusement in the situation as he glanced at Frank.

"Haha, what I meant to say is, it's great to have another strong competitor representing our side. That's truly remarkable," Frank quickly corrected himself, his face reddening slightly.