Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.



As the sun rised from the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield, Anon, the valiant warrior and renowned ally of the human kingdom, stood amidst the remnants of a hard-fought clash. Bloodied and battle-worn, his sharp eyes scanned the aftermath of the brutal confrontation. By his side, his loyal soldiers stood, their faces showing a mix of exhaustion and triumph. Among the fallen enemy ranks, eerie figures of the undead lay still, their lifeless forms a testament to the horrors of the dark arts at play.

Amidst the carnage, king gork, approached Anon with a confident smile on his face. "Well, let's put all that aside," Grok proposed with a sly grin, "why don't you and your soldiers join us in our tents for a well-deserved rest? We have an excellent feast prepared. The royal cook has just arrived, and we're about to celebrate the soldiers' victory with an official feast."

Anon's eyes narrowed, his instincts alert. "This place reeks," he retorted, his battle-honed senses ever vigilant.

"Well, you see, these soldiers have just achieved another day of living for their kingdom, their families, and their kings and queens," king grok, explained. "They prefer to savor the rewards of their triumphs right on the battlefield. This feast is their celebration. However, it's entirely fine if you want to join us later for the official feast inside the castle."

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The stomach of one of the ogres growled with hunger, and Anon couldn't help but hear it. Amidst the tension, the warrior couldn't deny the hunger of his own soldiers.

"Well, it seems my soldiers are hungry too. We'll join you," Anon agreed, realizing that a good meal would replenish their strength.

"That's fantastic. Please, follow me," Grok said, leading the way towards the tents.

ƥandasnovel.com As Anon walked toward the tents, he noticed something peculiar amidst the fallen zombie corpses. Pausing, he bent down, inspecting the face of one of the zombies and noticed another with an identical face nearby. His sharp mind immediately picked up on the oddity.

"Is something amiss, sir?" Grok asked Anon, noticing the king's curiosity.

"No.300, bring that zombie's body here," Anon commanded, pointing to one of the bodies.

"Yes, master," No.300, his loyal slave, complied, bringing the body to Anon for further examination.

"Hmmm... They look similar," Grad observed as he examined the faces of the three bodies.

"Bring those two as well," Anon commanded, keen on understanding the strange occurrence.

The ogres, respectful of Anon's prowess, followed his orders, bringing two more corpses that looked alike but differed from the first three.

"This is cloning. It's banned in our-"

"I know what cloning is and why it's banned," Anon interrupted Grok abruptly. Interrupting a king is not an ordinary thing.

"Oh, well, that's good," Grok responded, acknowledging Anon's expertise.

"Do you have any idea who could do this? Not many people can cast a cloning spell; it's quite challenging," Anon inquired, gazing at Grok and Grad with a focused intensity.

"Well, yes, this spell is very difficult to cast. There were only five talents in my kingdom who could perform it, but they all died years ago. I don't believe anyone in my kingdom knows how to create clones," Grok explained, puzzled by the presence of the clones.

As Anon absorbed this information, his thoughts raced. 'This fucker isn't just creating clones; he's turning them into zombies too. It seems he's been preparing for a long time, given the number of cloned zombies. Who is this person, and what does he want? To destroy this kingdom or conquer the world?' Anon pondered silently as he stood up once more and resumed walking toward the tent.

"Well, we've got one of the clones in our tent as well," Grok revealed.

"What?" Anon asked with a puzzled expression, intrigued by this revelation.

"Yes, it tried to pose as one of our friends, Queen Derein," Grad clarified.I think you should take a look at pandasnovel.com

"May I see it?" Anon requested, eager to understand the situation better.

"Certainly, if it's still alive. We handed it over to Queen Derein's knight commander for investigation. If the clone is still alive, you may take a look," Grok said with a smile, respecting Anon's authority.

As they reached the tents, Anon, Grad, and Grok hastened to the interrogation area, where a long line of soldiers had assembled.

"What is happening here ?" Grok shouted.

"Oh shit."

"Fuck, run."

"It's the king. Run for your life."

All the soldiers ran away as soon as they saw king Grok.

"Oooh, i think i may know what's going on, in there." Anon said with a smile underneath his mask.

As soon as grok entered inside, he immediately walked out of the tent with a horrible expression on his face.

"What happened grok ? Why your face looks so horrible ?" Grad asked.

"That- Inside the tent, Looks- *Bwaaaahh*" Grok tried to explain before he started vomiting.

"What the fuck is going on inside that tent." Grad asked as he himself went inside it.

Seconds later he also came out with a very shocked face.

"Hah, now can i go inside ?" Anon asked as he tapped on Grad's shoulder.

*Tap*

"Huh...? Y-Yes but please remember that she is only a clone of queen Derein not queen Derein herself." Grad spoke.

"Good, i will try to remember that one. Oh, don't come inside because i will be talking with my mask off and i don't want anyone here to see my face that's why... You understand right ?" Anon asked grad.

"Y-Yes, i do. No one will come inside during your interrogation." Grad spoke with the shocked expression still on his face.

Anon entered inside and what he saw was a horrible view but not the one that he hadn't seen already.

As soon as he entered inside the first thing he saw was Queen Derein's clone restrained into a wooden wall with three holes in it.

One for her neck and two others for her hands. She was fully naked, her legs opened wide in a C shape facing downwards.

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