Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.



As Arthur prepared to face the encroaching horde, he could feel the weight of his ancestors' valor upon his shoulders. The Knight's Vow symbolized their unwavering dedication to the protection of the realm—a reminder of the sacrifices made, the battles fought, and the honor upheld. With each step he took, Arthur carried the weight of history, fortified by the legacy of his family.

Beside him, Queen Derein, regal and resolute, donned her gloves with a steady hand. She summoned her majestic bow, a weapon bestowed upon her by her late mother during her final moments. This was no ordinary bow—it was Air Chaser, a testament to the legacy of the queens who had come before.

[Air Chaser]

[Crafted with meticulous precision, Air Chaser was renowned for its extraordinary speed and unerring accuracy. Designed for the most skilled of archers, it harnessed the wielder's mana, channeling it to create arrows that flew with unmatched velocity. With each release, the bow sent forth a torrent of projectiles, capable of raining down devastation upon the enemy at an astonishing pace.

But what truly set Air Chaser apart was its target-locking mechanism. Once a target had been selected, the bow's arrows pursued it relentlessly, refusing to be deterred. Agile and elusive adversaries would find themselves unable to evade the storm of arrows, making Air Chaser a lethal weapon of choice against the most nimble foes.

The bow, however, demanded a great price for its unrivaled speed and relentless assault. Each shot required a significant expenditure of mana, placing a heavy burden upon the wielder. Only those with formidable mana reserves or mastery of mana conservation techniques could truly unlock the bow's full potential without succumbing to exhaustion.

Yet, Air Chaser held within its grip a unique skill—Arrow Rain. When activated, this ability allowed the archer to designate an area, unleashing a deluge of enchanted arrows that fell upon the battlefield like a merciless storm. Within this tempest of death, any living creature caught in its range would meet their demise, the very air saturated with the power of the bow's wrath. It was a skill that turned Air Chaser from a weapon of precision into a force of devastation—an instrument capable of single-target elimination or crowd control, depending on the need of the moment.]

Among all the weapons on the battlefield, these two royal artifacts, the Knight's Vow and the Air Chaser, stood out with their awe-inspiring radiance.

As Arthur and Derein strode forward together, their steps synchronized, a palpable energy permeated the air. The Knight's Vow and Air Chaser, gleaming in their hands, radiated an awe-inspiring presence that commanded respect and fear.

Among all the weapons on the battlefield, these two royal artifacts, the Knight's Vow and the Air Chaser, stood out with their awe-inspiring radiance.

As Queen Derein and Arthur strode forward together, their eyes resolute, Arthur broke the silence.

"Is there anything you wish to say before the battle, Derein?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Derein, her gaze unwavering, responded simply, "Just don't die."

"Is that all?" Arthur inquired, curious.

"What would you have me say? 'I love you, Sir Arthur, please return to me'? " Derein retorted, a touch of humor in her voice.

"Ah, well you said it back when we fought the demons in the dark valleys of west for 1 month straight. You looked very cute back then, i have to say." Arthur spoke with a smile.

"I said that promise on my name, That i would make you my most beloved queen, dear Derein. Do you recall ?" Arthur reminded her with a romantic smile.

Derein blushed, her face turning crimson. "I remember it as if it were yesterday. Why are you saying this now ? You wish to fulfill that promise now? After all these years?"

"That is precisely what I intend. Derein, now that both our spouses are no longer with us, if we survive this war, will you marry me?" Arthur asked, his smile widening.I think you should take a look at

"W-W-Wait !!!! Really ? You are asking me this at this time ?" Deren spoke with a beet red face.

Arthur just listened to her and smiled at her.

Derein's face reddened further as she gazed at Arthur, her voice trembling. "You are teasing me, aren't you ?"

"No, not at all. Throughout the years, I have fulfilled every promise but one remains—the promise to make you my most cherished queen, dear Derein. That is why I ask you now. However, if you wish to decline—"

"I will marry you," Derein interrupted, her words resolute. "But you must survive this war. Promise me that you will return to marry me, Arthur."

Arthur clasped her hand in his, their intertwined fingers a testament to their shared resolve. "I swear upon the Knight's Vow, I shall return to you, my queen, and together, we shall forge a future worthy of our love and valor."

"Very well, then. We shall dance at your wedding. But first, we must dispatch these abominations," Grok chimed in from behind, pointing toward the approaching horde of zombies.

With their royal weapons gleaming and the promise of a future together, Arthur and Derein stood united on the front lines, ready to face the impending battle.

Soldiers, charge!" Arthur bellowed, igniting a surge of adrenaline as the melee soldiers thundered towards the horde of zombies.

Within Anon's Underground city...

No.300 hurried into Anon's room, where he was performing bench presses with his chiseled six-pack abs on full display.

"Master, I..." No.300's voice trailed off as her gaze locked onto Anon's captivating abs, her mind momentarily lost in their mesmerizing allure.

"Yes, No.300?" Anon inquired, noticing her distracted state.

No.300 remained silent, her eyes fixated on Anon's abs.

Anon waved his hand swiftly in front of her entranced eyes, snapping her back to reality. "Hello, No.300."

Startled, No.300 finally regained her composure. "Y-Yes, sir. Everything is ready as you commanded. We are prepared to depart."

Just then, Biyuk burst into the room, panting heavily from the exertion of his rapid dash. He chimed in, struggling to catch his breath. "Master, it's ready and primed for action. We can set off at your command."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's roll out," Anon declared with authority, his voice resonating with determination.