Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

Chapter 115 -115

”Hello boys and girls, I am your headmistress, Miss Ingrid. I am here on Principal Madamʼs orders, and today I will be in charge of your beginner tests and mid-term tests.

First of all, I will explain the rules of the academy to the new admissions. You were all informed about the basic rules of the academy in your acceptance letters, but I will repeat them for you.

There are three main rules in this academy:

First, you can challenge anyone to a fight in the immortal arena. However, if you are found fighting with someone outside the arena, commoners will be expelled, and nobles will face a 5-day suspension.” she said with a straight face, showing no guilt or shame.

”What the fuck? She just said that like itʼs a normal thing.” Anon murmured in a low tone.

”Yeah, it is. Nobles are treated with great respect inside the academy, while commoners are nothing more than mere ants here.” the elf girl spoke softly.

”Wow... thatʼs some next level discrimination she is engaging in,” Anon said as he chuckled.

”She is a noble herself,” the elf girl said, looking at the headmistress.

”Second, killing is not allowed on campus. If you are seen or found at a murder site, the teachers will immediately punish you. The punishment can range from expulsion to execution,” the headmistress continued.

”Let me guess... expulsion for nobles and execution for commoners, right?” Anon asked, looking at the elf girl.

”Yes. You catch on fast.”

”Nah, I just guessed that one and hoped I would be proven wrong, but it seems this academy is even worse than I thought it would be,” Anon said as his eyes twitched.

”Get ready for whatʼs coming,” the elf girl warned Anon.

”Whatʼs coming next ?” Anon asked, confused.

”Just be prepared. I canʼt explain it.”

”Third and lastly, donʼt forget who you are. Nobles must remember that they have a reputation to maintain, and commoners must respect them in order to maintain peace.” the headmistress said, releasing a threatening and imposing aura towards every student, regardless of their noble status.

The threatening aura immediately transformed the hall into a somber place, as everyone fell silent and tried to withstand the oppressive aura without fainting or becoming sick.

The first ones to faint were some commoner girls and noble girls, but 70% of the students still stood in front, looking down in tension.

”Damn... This again. I donʼt think I can handle it this time either. My mind feels like itʼs going to explode. Itʼs as if someone is exerting a force of 1000 kgs from the outside of my body. I canʼt- buahhh.” the guy threw up as he fainted.

The teachers immediately picked him up and carried him out of the hall.

ʼSo, this is the test.” Anon wondered as he felt strangely unaffected by the headmistressʼs aura, remaining completely calm.

Anon quickly glanced at the elf girl behind him and noticed that she had been doing fine until now, but sweat had started to form on her forehead.

He smiled reassuringly at her and turned his back towards the headmistress.

Ingridʼs eyes scanned the room, landing on some noble students who remained steadfast without showing any signs of tension.

”Good, this time we have some gems. Letʼs see how much pressure they can withstand,” she said with a slight smile.

Suddenly, the aura emanating from her body grew heavier with each passing moment.

”No... No... Just a little longer. Noooooo,” the elf girl behind Anon muttered before fainting and collapsing onto the ground. A female teacher swiftly picked her up and carried her out of the hall.

Curiously, Anon still felt no pressure from the headmistressʼs aura.

ʼWhat on earth is happening? Why am I not affected?ʼ Anon wondered.

”[Master, look at your demon crest],” Link informed.

Anon immediately glanced at the back of his right hand and noticed that the demonic tattoo was shining brightly in red.

ʼLink, what is this?ʼ Anon asked.

”[Master, this is a protective array forged by the demonic gods within that crest. No aura can harm you as long as you have the will to fight],” Link explained.

ʼOh, really?ʼ Anon replied, a sense of relief washing over him.

”[Yes, but if you ever feel fear or become overwhelmed by your opponent, the pressure you feel will be doubled],” Link warned.

”So, thatʼs how it works,” Anon thought, a smile forming on his face as he boldly gazed at the headmistress.

Meanwhile, the headmistress focused her attention on two girls and five boys who stood strong within her imposing aura.

The first student was Samantha, the third daughter of the Witch House. Samantha possessed the unique ability to communicate with the dead, and it was rumored that she could harm others with her powerful witchcraft spells without even laying a hand on them.

Since the age of five, Samantha had been trained in witchcraft and witchwork, with her mother being a prominent feminist in this era. In their household, females were treated with superiority and respect, while males were treated more like dogs.

Samantha aspired to become a feminist like her mother and carry on the legacy as the future head of the Witch House.

Standing beside Samantha was Luna Warwood from the Martial House, a werewolf and the second daughter of her family. Lunaʼs goal in attending the academy was to excel in martial arts and prove that girls could break bones with the same intensity as boys.

Her ultimate ambition was to surpass her elder brother, who currently held the title of the strongest martial artist in both the kingdom and their family. Only by becoming stronger than him could Luna pave the way to becoming the first female head of her family.

Among the noble boys, there were three individuals who seemed unfazed by the headmistressʼs aura.

The first was Jake, the sole son of the Witch House. Unlike his siblings, Jake had no desire to assume leadership of the family. He simply wished to lead a normal life at the academy and be treated as a man by his family, rather than as a dog.

Jake achieved mastery of basic witchcraft and witchwork spells at the age of 15. He came to the academy this year to further his studies and learn advanced witchcraft.

Standing on Jakeʼs right side was a man with red eyes and pale skin. His eyes had dark circles under them, as if he hadnʼt slept in centuries. There was an unsettling and tense look in his eyes, accompanied by an awkward smile on his face.

This man was none other than Frank himself.

Frank had only one goal in life: to establish himself as the superior member of his family and eliminate anyone who opposed him. He relied more on violence than on peaceful resolutions. With the help of Anon and Mike, he orchestrated the demise of his father, or rather had him killed. In return, he made a trade with Anon involving his mother.

Now that his father was gone, only his brothers remained. However, two of them fled from the house on the same day their father was killed by Anon.

Frank now aimed to eliminate his remaining brothers in order to claim the position of the family head.

At this point, Frank appeared unaffected by the headmistressʼs aura. However, in reality, he was beginning to feel the pressure on his body.

On Jakeʼs left hand stood a man with a muscular build and a cross emblem on his uniform. He was Ren L. Denver from the Denver House of Justice, the first son of the Denver Family and the heir to the family head position.

Renʼs mother, also known as the Great Mother of the Church, held significant power within their family. It was said that the Denver family had the ability to communicate with gods and could bring rain with a mere song, as well as command the sun to shine at their will. This family was believed to be favored by the gods, and they were blessed with good luck at the start of each year.

The Denver House played a crucial role in the war against the Demon Lord that took place 150 years ago.

Ren aspired to succeed his mother as the next family head, but he also sought personal achievements that he could proudly showcase after assuming the leadership of the Denver family.

The headmistress felt satisfied with the five candidates and shifted her attention to the Commoner section.

It was a grim sight.

Everyone in the Commoner section was vomiting and losing consciousness due to the overwhelming pressure.

The headmistress sighed and was about to redirect her gaze back to the Royal section when something caught her eye.

There was one person who wasnʼt succumbing to the effects. Instead, he boldly looked at her with a smile, as if her aura meant nothing to him.

That person was none other than Anon.

ʼHmm...? A commoner who can withstand this much pressure? Who is he?ʼ the headmistress wondered.

”Heh...” Anon smirked, mocking the headmistress.

”You...” the headmistress uttered as she began to intensify her aura.