Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.



"So, what's the next exercise?" Anon inquired.

"Pick it up," Ion replied, gesturing toward a small dumbbell.

"This small one?" Anon questioned.

"Yes, that one," Ion affirmed.

"Alright," Anon agreed as he easily lifted the dumbbell, weighing around 10 kgs.

"Good. Now, pick up another one of the same weight and start this exercise," Ion instructed, demonstrating bicep curls.

"Just this?" Anon asked, appearing puzzled.

"Yes, just that," Ion replied.

"Okay, but how many?" Anon inquired.

"Um... 100,000 without breaks," Ion replied.

Thud

Thud

Suddenly, both dumbbells slipped from Anon's grasp, and a shocked expression crossed his face.

"What happened?" Ion asked, looking perplexed.

"H-Hundred thousand?" Anon stammered.

"Yes, is that a problem?" Ion questioned.

"That's too many—" Anon began to protest.

"Now, 200,000," Ion ordered.

"What?"

"300,000."

"Okay, I'm doing it," Anon responded as he retrieved the dumbbells and resumed the bicep curls.

"Good," Ion said, returning to his chair.

'300,000 bicep curls? The devil himself will come for me before I finish them,' Anon thought, as he continued his exercise routine.

Ten hours later...

"299,957... 299,958... 299,959..." Anon was drenched in sweat from head to toe. His biceps had turned red, and veins popped out prominently.

Anon had surpassed human strength at this point, and he showed no signs of stopping. The more pain he endured, the more his motivation grew. He seemed to take pleasure in pushing his body to the limits, displaying a psychopathic smile.

Ion observed Anon with a shocked expression from his chair. 'What's wrong with this boy? I mentioned 300,000 as a joke, thinking he couldn't even complete 100,000. But he's a motherfucking beast. He finished the task in just 10 hours,' Ion thought.

Thud

Thud

"Fuckkkk... Yes!" Anon shouted as he dropped the dumbbells.

"Oi, old man, what's next?" Anon asked, turning toward Ion.

"Pick up the next pair and do 100,000," Ion ordered.

"Alright," Anon agreed, grabbing the next pair and starting the bicep curls immediately. These weighed about 50 kgs each.

Three hours later...

"Hmm... did I fall asleep?" Ion mumbled as he woke up, seeing Anon still exercising. However, something was different about him, his aura is changed.

Drip-Drip

Ion suddenly noticed blood dripping from Anon's body.

"What the—" He stood up from his chair, rushing toward Anon.

"What are you do...ing?" Ion was shocked to see that Anon's biceps had torn apart, and blood was flowing from them.

Anon held the final pair of dumbbells, the heaviest ones at 250 kgs each. "Oh, you're awake... good. 578,099..." Anon mumbled, then resumed his training.

"Kid, your hands are bleeding. Why didn't you stop?" Ion asked, pulling out Anon's troll locket.

"Keep it away from my body. I don't want to be healed right now," Anon replied, still curling the weights.

"You'll lose too much blood like this."

"Let it be... I like it this way. I want to see where my limits stand," Anon said with a menacing smile.

"You're crazy..." Ion muttered, stepping back and watching Anon train like a man possessed.

Two hours later...

Thud

Thud

He finally dropped the dumbbells and looked at Ion with a smile. "10,000,00."

"Now, use this," Ion said, handing him the troll locket.

As soon as Anon took the locket, his body fully healed back to its original state.

"Fuuu~... I feel tired," Anon said as he grabbed an empty bowl from the ground, filled it from the cauldron of Elixir, and chugged it down.

[Your stamina has been restored to 100%.]

"So, what's next?" Anon asked Ion with a smile.

"Do you realize how much weight you were lifting just now?" Ion asked.

"Well, it says 250 kg on it," Anon replied confidently.

"Do you know that the gravitational force in this place is five times stronger than on the surface?" Ion questioned.

"You mean..."

"Yes, for the last five hours, you've been lifting over 1,000 kgs with each hand," Ion revealed with a smile.

"Well, I feel better about it now," Anon said with a grin.

"Let's begin the next exercise..." Ion said, leading Anon to another piece of equipment.

It was a platinum bench covered with an expensive leather.

"You need to add weights to this bar and press it against your chest while lying on the bench—" Ion started explaining but he was interrupted mid-way.

"I know the drill..." Anon interrupted, adding 500 kg weight plates on both sides, made of titanium.

"That's too much..." Ion tried to protest, but Anon's confidence was unwavering. He knew he could easily lift these weights.

"Don't worry. Just tell me how many," Anon said as he lay down and grabbed the bar.

"Well, 100,000 should do the job..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Anon said as he looked at Ion with an angry expression.

"Okay, since you did so many before how about 50,000-"

"I'm doing 500,000," Anon declared, commencing his bench press.

"W-Well... it's on you. Just don't die," Ion said, looking shocked.

'This kid is the perfect candidate for mastering my technique. I've never been more certain about any other decision in my life,' Ion thought, watching Anon exercise.

Five days passed, and Anon trained relentlessly...

He tied dumbbells to his feet and ran around the room, did pull-ups with over 2,000 kg of weight attached to his body, and even bound empty bars with 250 kg plates to his legs and jumped around like a frog.

He did squats with over 5000kgs of weight bound on his back.

Ion was astonished by Anon's explosive growth.

Zzzzzzzz

"Hmmm... did I fall asleep again?" Ion muttered, waking up and scanning the room for Anon.

Finally spotting him, he was performing pull-ups with various weights strapped to his body, dumbbells, plates and even empty rods.

"This incredible monster... well, I guess it's time," Ion said as a smile played on his lips, he stood up and walked towards Anon.

"Kid, come down," Ion commanded.

Anon immediately dropped from the pull-up bar, his landing caused the room to tremble due to all the weight he carried.

Thump

The entire room shook.

"Yes?" Anon asked as he stepped out of the weights, revealing his impressive, well-defined physique. He had eight-pack abs and lean muscles throughout his body.

'Wow... I am impressed. I am such a good teacher.' Ion thought as he looked at Anon's body with a smile.

"What ? Why are you laughing ?" Anon asked.

"It's time to teach you the technique, I guess. Since you have already done everything possible in this room." Ion said, looking at Anon with a smile.