Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.



Anon stood in front of a large shop with a big sign that read 'Slave Trading Company.'

"Nice... Let's see what type of merchandise I can find in here," Anon said as he started walking toward the entry door of the shop.

"Wait... Who are you?" Two dark elves standing at the door stopped Anon.

"Huh...? Why the heck should I tell you that? I'm a customer who wants to buy a slave," Anon spoke as he looked at the dark elves.

"Oh, really? Well, the lowest-priced slave inside is one silver. Show me one silver, and I'll let you go inside," the dark elf spoke.

"Oh, you want to see one silver, huh? Here you go," Anon said as he summoned a platinum coin in his hands.

"What-? A platinum coin?" Both of the dark elves were shocked.

'A kid pulled out a platinum coin from his pocket? He must be some rich bastard,' the dark elf thought.

"Let the esteemed one in, you fools." Suddenly, a voice came from inside.

Anon looked at the door as it opened, and a dark elf wearing a black coat came out from the shop.

"You idiots... What were you saying to our customers? Are you asking our customers to show you a silver coin again, you fools?" the man asked.

"W-We're sorry, sir." Both of them spoke simultaneously as they bowed to Anon.

'Ha... As if I wouldn't notice this. This manager guy, he's the one who ordered the guards to check if the customers coming into the shop have at least one silver. If the customers don't show them the silver coin, they won't let them enter. If someone like me shows them the coin, the manager will come out and pretend to act angry with these guards in front of the customer to make them believe he's on their side,' Anon immediately understood his tactics, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry for their behavior, sir. I'll give you a 30% discount on every slave as compensation. Please come in," the manager said as he bowed to Anon.

"You know what? I was in a good mood until now. My father gave me this platinum coin to buy as many slaves as I want, but now I don't think I want to anymore. I'll try another slave trader whose guards will respect me more than yours," Anon said as he flipped his platinum coin, turned around, and started leaving.

"Damn it... You idiots, how did you talk to him so rudely? If I lose this customer, you guys will lose your jobs too. Go and grab his legs, stop him at any cost, or you'll be jobless the next second he leaves this street," the manager shouted at the guards.

"But... Sir... You said-" the guards tried to defend themselves but failed as the manager was too angry.

"Idiots, you're both fired now," the manager said.

"No, no, sir, we're going." Both of them spoke in unison as they went to Anon and immediately grabbed his legs.

"Dear customer, please forgive us. We were short-sighted and couldn't see your wealth. Please forgive us," both of them begged in front of Anon.

"Get naked, run around like dogs, and complete three circles. After that, say 'woof' three times," Anon ordered.

"S-Sir?" The manager was also shocked by this view.

'Anyone else would've accepted this apology, but who is this kid? Is he from a upper house ? Yes that's it, that's why he holds a platinum coin.' The manager wondered.

"Ahaha... Dear customer, how about I give you a 50% discount, and you let these stupid bastards go?" the manager spoke, trying to prevent this from happening. But he didn't know that behind the elf's mask, the human motherfucker wouldn't let this go that easily.

"No, I'm going," Anon said as he flipped his platinum coin right in front of the manager's face and started walking again.

"They'll do it... Please don't go, Sir," the manager spoke, and both of the dark elf guards looked at him in surprise.

"Boss...? You can't do this to us," one of them spoke.

Slap

"I can do whatever I want to you. I own you. Now do what the customer told you to do," the manager said as he slapped the guard.

"Y-Yes, sir." Both of them spoke simultaneously as they stood up and started removing their clothes.

"Good, now do the dog thing," Anon said.

"Y-Yes..." Both of them replied as they started running around in a circle like a dog.

After completing three circles, both of them stopped and looked at Anon.

"Woof-Woof-Woof," both of them barked three times like a dog.

"Good. Now I can buy some slaves," Anon said as he moved toward the building. But as soon as he reached near the dark elf guards, he stopped and grabbed their faces.

"Don't mess with me," Anon said as he shook their heads and left after that.

Anon and the manager then went inside the shop.

As soon as Anon entered the shop, he noticed a very calm atmosphere inside, as if it were a library.

"Hmm... Where do you keep your slaves?" Anon asked.

"We keep them somewhere else, Sir. I can't tell you that because it's against the firm's rules. Please make yourself comfortable," the manager said as he led Anon to a cozy room and gestured for him to sit on the couch in front of him.

Anon sat down on the couch, and the manager sat across the table.

There was tea and some biscuits on the table.

"Please have some tea," the manager said to Anon.

"No, I want to get down to business directly," Anon spoke.

"Okay, why not? Is there anything in particular you're searching for? Like, for what purpose do you want a slave ? Begging, Prostitution, Your own private sex slave or a human male slave for the kinky desires ?" The manager asked as he smiled.

"Do you have a ginger haired women around 250 years old, she was sold to you yesterday by a drunk person." Anon spoke without any delay.