Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

Chapter 404 -404

”Ladies and gentlemen, itʼs the moment weʼve all been waiting for. We are about to perform the final sacred ritual to commence this Academic Exchange Event: ʼThe Blowing Of The Holy Trumpet,ʼ” the commentator, Sam, announced.

”Itʼs your turn. Donʼt mess it up, okay?” Fiona said as she looked at Anon. However, she noticed that Anon was continuously staring at the sky with his sunglasses on.

”Oi, are you sleeping?” Fiona asked, touching Anonʼs cheek with her finger.

”Hmm...? What happened? Is it my turn already?” Anon woke up and looked around in confusion.

”Calm down, Mr. Jule. Itʼs not your fault; you are a man, after all,” the Queen reassured as she turned her attention back to the commentator.

ʼWhat does she mean by that? I will not tolerate such disrespect,ʼ Anon thought as he glanced at Fiona.

ʼMaster, itʼs your time to blow the trumpet,ʼ Jessicaʼs voice echoed in Anonʼs mind.

ʼWhat trumpet?ʼ Anon asked with a puzzled expression.

ʼDo you see that large trumpet on the Colosseumʼs wall?ʼ Jessica asked.

Anon immediately looked around and noticed a massive white trumpet made from bones mounted on the Colosseum.

ʼWow... thatʼs a trumpet? I thought it was just a large bone or something. Do I have to blow it?ʼ Anon was amazed as he gazed at the colossal trumpet on the wall.

ʼNo, master. They will bring you a smaller trumpet, and you will have to blow that one,ʼ Jessica explained.

ʼOh... okay, but why is that trumpet over there?ʼ Anon inquired.

ʼThat was used only once when this tournament was held for the first time in the Elven Kingdom... I think it was 5000 years ago. After that, no one was able to blow that trumpet. It takes a very high physical toll on your body to pick it up and blow air into it.

No Elf can blow it alone. You need at least 10 Elves just to lift it. Thatʼs why they will give you a smaller version of this trumpet. Look behind you; the servants are coming to you with the trumpet,ʼ Jessica informed.

Anon turned around immediately and saw an identical but smaller trumpet in a servantʼs hand.

”I would like to request our todayʼs guest, Mr. Jule, who also represents the Queen of our kingdom in this Academic Exchange Event, to blow the Trumpet and start this tournament,” Sam announced.

Anon stood up from his chair, grabbed the trumpet from the servantʼs hand, which was crafted from a Demon Bullʼs horn with a textured grip.

ʼHow do I play it?ʼ Anon asked.

ʼJust keep it facing towards the sky and blow air with full pressure into its hole. That will do the job,ʼ Jessica explained.

ʼOkay...ʼ Anon said as he placed his mouth on the trumpetʼs hole and blew air into it with full pressure.

Crack

Boooom

Suddenly, the trumpet burst due to the high air pressure.

”Ah, shit. I am sorry... I was—” Anon began to speak but stopped when he saw Fiona.

”No problem, bring him another one,” Fiona ordered the servant.

”Ahahah... it seems Mr. Jule used too much strength. Well, thereʼs a reason why our Queen chose him,” Sam tried to break the silence after the awkward incident.

The servant brought another trumpet and handed it to Anon.

”Mr. Jule, apply less pressure while blowing,” Mrs. Glen advised with a smile.

Anon took the trumpet and blew it again, this time with half the pressure.

Crack

Booom

The trumpet broke again.

Silence engulfed the entire Colosseum.

”What is wrong with this kid?”

”Why is he flaunting his strength?”

”What an arrogant individual!”

”Why did the Queen select someone with such an attitude?”

The audience began to talk negatively about Anon.

”Mr. Jule, is this a joke? Because itʼs not funny anymore,” Fiona asked.

”Iʼm not joking. I used only half the pressure that I used in the first attempt. Hey, get me another one,” Anon said.

The servant promptly returned with another trumpet and handed it to Anon.

Anon held the trumpet in his hands and examined it carefully.

ʼThis time Iʼll blow with my minimum possible capacity,ʼ Anon thought as he gently touched the trumpetʼs hole with his lips and blew into it slowly.

CRACK

Booom

The trumpet broke again.

”What the heck is his problem?”

”Why is he displaying such arrogance?”

”What an insolent young man!”

”Why did the Queen choose such an individual?”

Audience members began to criticize Anon.

”Mr. Jule, is this some kind of a joke?” Fiona asked in an irritated tone.

”I am not joking. I used the least amount of pressure this time. Get me another one,” Anon demanded.

The servant went back, brought another trumpet, and handed it to Anon.

Anon held the trumpet, eyeing it carefully.

ʼThis time, Iʼll barely blow into it,ʼ Anon thought. He gently touched the trumpetʼs hole with his lips and blew air into it with the smallest amount of force.

CRACK

Booom

The trumpet broke once more.

”Thatʼs it. Maison, you do it,” Fiona ordered angrily.

”B-But, My Queen, this is a task that can only be done by your chosen candidate...” Maison began to speak, but Fiona interrupted him.

”Donʼt argue with me, Maison. Just blow the goddamn thing and get it over with,” Fiona snapped.

”Do it,” Mrs. Glen added with a cunning smile.

”Y-Yes, My Queen,” Maison said, signaling for the servant to bring him another trumpet.

”Mr. Jule, are you happy after making fun—” Fiona started to speak, but she immediately noticed that he was missing from his spot.

”My Queen, heʼs over there,” Maison pointed towards the arena.

Everyone turned their attention to Anon, who was walking towards Sam.

”I-Is something wrong, Mr. Jule?” Sam asked, looking worried.

Anon was furious after what had just happened. He refused to be mocked by the entire Colosseum filled with ignorant elves who knew nothing about raw strength.

”These fucking twats... they think Iʼm joking. The truth is, your instrument is extremely fragile; it canʼt withstand my power,” Anon said angrily. He removed his coat, rolled up his shirtʼs sleeves, and took off his shoes.

”Hold this...” Anon ordered in a deep voice, handing his coat and shoes to Sam.

”Y-Yes...” Sam replied, taking the items.

”What is this kid doing?” Fiona wondered as she looked at Anon with confusion.

”Heʼs heading for the Ancient Trumpet,” Maison said.

”What?” Mrs. Glen exclaimed as she stood up from her seat and watched Anon in shock.

ʼMaster, what are you doing? You wonʼt be able to lift that trumpet. Itʼs incredibly heavy, and once you touch it, your magic will be sealed.

Youʼll only embarrass yourself in front of the entire kingdom,ʼ Jessica cautioned.

ʼShut up,ʼ Anon replied angrily.

He began to run toward the trumpet and suddenly leaped toward the wall.

ʼHeʼs going to humiliate himself... Yes,ʼ Maison and Mrs. Glen thought, smiling as they observed Anonʼs actions.

Thud

Surprisingly, to everyoneʼs amazement, Anon landed successfully on top of the Colosseumʼs wall.

Anon started walking toward the trumpet, his expression still filled with anger.

”Sir, hereʼs your trumpet—” the servant tried to say as he attempted to give it to Maison, but Maison immediately stopped him.

”Wait, I want to see this,” Maison said.

”You fuckers want to hear the trumpetʼs sound...? Iʼll give you the trumpetʼs sound,” Anon declared as he reached the giant trumpet and grasped it from its base.

”Ah, I canʼt watch this. Iʼm going... just consider him out of the tournament,” Fiona said with a disappointed expression as she began walking toward the exit of the room.

”Oh, no...” Maison exclaimed.

”Whatʼs going on?” Fiona immediately turned around and looked at Anon.

What she witnessed was very shocking: Anon lifted the massive trumpet with his bare hands. Not only did he lift it, but he also held it high in the air, facing it toward the sky, as it should be.

Fiona turned back and hurried forward to get a closer look.

”No fucking way...” Fiona mumbled as her eyes widened in shock.

”Howthe Fuck is that even possible?” Jessica wondered as she watched Anon from the audience section with the same shocked expression as everyone else inside the Colosseum.

Anon inhaled air into his lungs, expanded his chest, and placed his lips on the trumpetʼs hole.

ʼFUCK OFFʼ Anon thought as he blew all of the air into the trumpet with full force.

The engraved markings on the trumpet came to life, glowing green as Anon blew air into it.

Once the engravings reached their maximum intensity, sound began to emanate from the trumpet.

BHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

The sound of the trumpet was so deafeningly loud and sharp that everyone had to cover their ears to protect themselves from going deaf.

Even Fiona had to shield her ears.

The sound from the trumpet traveled all the way to the Elf Kingdomʼs coastlines.

Inside a house on the Elf Kingdomʼs coastlines...

”What was that sound?” an elderly man inside the house asked his son.

”I donʼt know, Father... perhaps some child playing with a noisy toy,” his son replied.

”No, I recognize that sound. Take me to the Colosseum,” the father demanded.

”Are you sure, Father? Considering your age...”

”Just take me to the Colosseum, son. Consider it my last wish,” the father insisted.

”Yes, let me call a carriage,” the son said as he stood up and left the room promptly.

[Skill (Deafening Roar) Has Been Successfully Acquired.]