Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

Chapter 190 -190

”Whatʼs happening?” Anon asked, a mix of concern and anticipation filling his voice. His eyes darted around the room, searching for clues to decipher the source of the disturbance.

”Something not good is happening within the Nightmare Forest,” Sephie revealed, her voice laced with a sense of urgency. She swiftly maneuvered toward her private chamber, her steps fueled by a combination of anxiety and determination.

As Sephie swung open the doors to her room, she hurriedly approached a large screen, its surface illuminated with a multitude of images depicting different areas within the Nightmare Forest—a realm known for its sinister and dangerous inhabitants.

”Madam Sephie, there,” No.7069 pointed toward one of the screens, drawing their attention to a specific location within the forest.

Anon and Sephie locked their gaze upon the screen, their eyes widening with disbelief and apprehension. The image displayed a massive horde of zombies emerging from the depths of the Nightmare Forest.

”This is dire,” Sephie spoke, her voice laced with worry, her eyes scanning the vast horde that loomed before them.

”Can we face them head-on?” Anonʼs voice resounded with determination, his gaze fixed on the oncoming army of the undead.

”No, I fear no one can withstand them,” Sephie replied, her tone grim and heavy with foreboding.

Anon clenched his fists, his mind racing with thoughts of strategies and possibilities. ”Where are they heading towards?” he asked, his voice steady despite the urgency in his words.

”Their path leads straight to the royal capital,” Sephie answered, her voice tinged with concern. ”But itʼs not just humans within that mass of zombies. It comprises creatures of all kinds—animals, monsters—turned into mindless abominations. And among them, there is an A-rank monster zombie, the greatest threat of all.”

Anonʼs brow furrowed as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. ”Can the kingʼs royal army stop them?” he inquired, hoping for a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

Sephie sighed, her eyes filled with sorrow. ”Based on the intelligence reports, they might be able to hold them back for a maximum of three days, but they lack the power to eradicate them entirely,” she explained, her gaze fixed on the screen before her, the display mirroring the relentless advance of the undead.

Anon glanced at the clock on the wall, his mind calculating the precious time slipping away. ”How much time until they reach the first gate of the capital?” he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.

Sephie checked the data, her fingers swiftly tapping on the keyboard. ”Approximately 19 hours,” she answered, her voice filled with a mix of apprehension and determination.

”F...fuck,” Anon muttered, frustration seeping into his words. ”I thought I could have at least a momentʼs respite before facing another catastrophe,” he spoke, his frustration mingled with a resolve that burned in his eyes.

Meanwhile, in the House of the Noble Undead...

Frank lounged amidst a group of girls, reveling in their adoration, their hands tending to his every need. Grapes were fed to him one by one, their succulent taste a brief respite from the impending storm.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Frankʼs eyes as he observed a spider making its way across the table. ”Hey, look, a spider,” he remarked to one of the girls, a playful smile dancing upon his lips.

Fear instantly gripped the girlʼs heart, and she sought refuge in Frankʼs embrace, her voice trembling. ”Hiiiiaaa... Master Frank, save me,” she pleaded, her body trembling with both fear and excitement.

Frankʼs demeanor shifted, his eyes glinting with predatory instinct. Baring his fangs, he swiftly sunk them into the girlʼs neck, a hunger awakening within him as her life force flowed into him, invigorating and exhilarating.

With a satisfied sigh, Frank released his grip, blood staining his lips. ”Sip-Sip Haaa, delicious,” he murmured, relishing the rich taste that lingered upon his tongue.

His moment of indulgence was interrupted by a butler, a figure exuding a calm and enigmatic aura, stepping forward and presenting a screen. The butlerʼs glasses glinted, reflecting the roomʼs dim light, his eyes radiating an otherworldly crimson glow.

Frank glanced at the screen, curiosity piqued. ”What is this?” he inquired, his voice laced with anticipation.

The butler spoke with a composed tone, offering an explanation. ”These are the brainless undead creatures known as ʼzombies,ʼ sir. They are devoid of pain, devoid of emotions, and they operate solely on absolute commands.”

Frankʼs smile widened, mischief dancing in his eyes. ”Interesting. Get me 1000 of these creatures,” he commanded, his voice laced with excitement and intrigue.

The butler nodded, acknowledging the order. ”Very well, sir. I shall make the necessary arrangements.”

As Frank gazed at the screen, his eyes widened, his smile vanishing. ”Wait... what?” His tone shifted, morphing into a grave seriousness that matched the impending danger.

”Yes, sir,” the butler confirmed, his voice steady and calm, unruffled by the looming crisis.

Instinctively, Frankʼs gaze darted towards the girls attending to his needs, and a sense of alarm gripped his heart. ”Ahhh, everyone, out of the fucking room now!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating with urgency.

The girls scattered, hastening to obey Frankʼs command, their footsteps echoing down the hall. Only the butler remained, standing resolute by Frankʼs side.

Frank stared at the butler, his eyes filled with determination. ”Udaris, what do we do now?” he asked, his voice steady, his resolve unwavering.

The butler, Udaris, maintained his calm demeanor, his voice measured. ”Master, it is crucial that we gather our forces for battle. The Mutual Relationship Rule shall be implemented, as this is an S-Rank danger,” he explained, his words carrying the weight of experience and strategy.

Frank nodded, his expression growing solemn. ”Udaris,” he spoke, rising from his seat, ”assemble all of our soldiers. I shall personally investigate if there is someone behind this.”

Udaris bowed, his eyes fixed on Frank. ”Yes, Master. I shall fulfill your command promptly.”

The House of Witches...

Marinda, the head witch, sat engrossed in her paperwork, the room filled with an air of bustling activity. Shelly, her assistant, rushed towards her, clutching a tablet in her hands.

”Madam Marinda, please have a look at this,” Shelly implored, her voice tinged with urgency.

Marinda glanced up, a hint of annoyance on her face. ”What is it, Shelly? Canʼt you see Iʼm occupied with important matters? Tell me itʼs a matter of utmost significance, or better yet, youʼve discovered the whereabouts of that insufferable Anon,” she scoffed, her voice tinged with frustration.