199 The Coin of Erosire (2/2)

Could be due to what I am.

But in any case, I will get my answer as soon as the micromachines invade his brain.

All of his secret will be mine.

Maybe I should infest everyone in the school just in case. I didn't bother to at first because it isn't that great to know exactly what everyone is thinking, and they do think about a lot of things. And I do mean a lot. Mostly random things too.

I am also guilty of this fact, but it is expected for me since there are plenty of things that I need to keep track of. Things like what stages are each of my plans is at, and what I can do to speed them up without fucking it up.

There is also another reason why I don't infest everyone with micromachines, effectively allowing me to take everyone as hostages and making them do whatever I want.

It infringes on my principle of freewill. Simple as that.

Also, someone somewhere somewhen will eventually notice those micromachines in everyone. They aren't exactly invisible under a microscope, and even if I somehow cloak them, they will also show up as something invisible.

But for George and people like him, I will make an exception. Not mind-control him like he is trying to do to me, but to learn everything I need to learn.

”Thank you for your help, Mr. Collins. Um. May I ask where my daughter is?”

I add and try to get off the bed.

”Your daughter is safe in the next room, Mr. Maxwell. Please have a rest first. You actually just have a concussion of sort. It happens when you collapse onto the floor in the hallway.”

George tells me, and I narrow my eyes at him.

This is because he had state it like it is the truth, and through whatever power he is using, I am actually inclined to believe him despite being completely aware that isn't what happened.

That unsettling feeling comes again. I am sure it will happen whenever his power tries to take hold of my will and bending it to his. It will not be as easy as before since I am aware of what he is doing now.

”Really, Mr. Collins?”

I rub my head and tell Selene to block my hearing and filter out all the incoming sound electronically, as I want to test whether his power works indirectly.

”Yes, Mr. Maxwell. You hit your head pretty hard.”

George tells me, and my brain throbs, indicating it didn't matter whether he is speaking to me directly or indirectly. His power will still take hold, and that is troublesome.

For the next test, I have Selene listens and relays to me instead. His power should not affect someone like Selene, as she is a machine, and even if it does, his question isn't directed at Selene, so it shouldn't affect her as she is not the recipient.

”Ah. I see, but I am perfectly fine, and besides, I do have places I need to be and people I need to kill.”

I comment before blinking.

”Ah. Sorry, I mean people I need to talk to.”

I correct with a sadistic smile. That slip is on purpose, just to take back a bit of control. He truly believes that he is in control of me, but when it is me. I am always in control.

”That does not seem like a mistake. What do you mean, Mr. Maxwell? Are you some kind of hitman?”

George Collins asks, and when his word is relayed through Selene, I feel no unsettling sensation.

And that is a good thing. Since it works for me, it will definitely work for other people, thus rendering his power completely useless.

I also need to make a note in Hydra Network about this, just in case someone else has the same power, allowing them to control my people, turning them against me. It will be fucking a mess if that happens, not to mention breaking my trust in them.

”You don't need to know that, Mr. Collins.”

I response and gesture my hand dismissively.

”Yes, I do. And you will tell me, Mr. Maxwell. I demand it.”

George Collins is very serious, and from what the micromachines manage to read, he is very confused to why his power doesn't work on me. It works on everyone, at least everyone that he has talked to.

”You don't want to know, Mr. Collins, but I will tell you as soon as you tell me how you are doing that, making me listen to you? Is it some kind of hypnotic technique?”

I point out, making him flinch. A lot of things go through his mind, and Selene filters out the important stuff for me. I learn that it is in fact due to an ability.

And it is that ability that allows him to persuade anyone. Anyone who is listening to him.

As to where he manages to acquire such an ability despite not being an evolved himself, it is not known yet as the micromachines need to dig a bit deeper into his memory.

George Collins is startled. He gets up from his seat and looks wide-eye at me.

”Why are you surprised, Mr. Collins? Surely, you don't think that you are the only one who can make others do what you want. I can do it to, but my method is a bit more painful.”

I point out and direct the micromachines to dig into his brain. The moment they did, he screams utterly in pain and collapses onto the floor, holding his head.

There is no need to be lenience against someone like him. Someone who dares to mind-control others, stripping away their freewill. Well. Not all of their freewill, as the hot doctor also screams, not knowing what is happening.

”Can you please be quiet, Miss. Lewis.”

I tell her and cast a sleeping spell on her. Without any resistance to magic, she immediately drops onto the floor and enters the dream world.

As for Mr. Collins himself, I wait for the micromachines to completely infested his brain before I speak up again.

”Please get up and take a seat, Mr. Collins. I need to kill you. I mean have a chat with you. Oh, I might or might not kill you afterwards, but it depends entirely on you.”

I tell him, and the micromachines forces him to get up and take a seat despite the horror looks on his face. Of course, he is trying to fight against the micromachines, but that will only cause brain damage.

”H-how are you doing this!? Do you have the same ability as me? He said there are many people with this ability.”

The man groans. He is allowed to speak and think freely, as it much easier for Legion to pinpoint critical information within that brain of his. The brain is very complex after all, as Mother Nature intends it to be.

”He? Please tell me who he is, Mr. Collins.”

I question. I really hate the pronoun game. I mean I hate it when it is played against me. I love it when I play it against other people, making them keep on guessing.

”I don't know. He calls himself the Primordial Sins of Lust!”

I am taken back. A Primordial!? Shit. There is one is in this reality!? I really don't want to run into one right now, not from what I know of them. Their powers rival that of Aspects, and unlike me, they have full access to their powers.

However, I calm myself once I realize it has been years since he had met a Primordial. Not really meet in person, but rather through an object. An object that he had found.

”Please take out that precious item that you always carry with you, Mr. Collins. The one that you found at a garage sale in a beautiful ornate chest.”

I request, and the man has no choice but to take out the Coin of Erosire.

It is the last one, as two of the coins have already been used by others.