Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

"Greetings, Anon," the man spoke, his voice dripping with an enigmatic charisma.

"Who are you? And how in the hell do you know my name?" Anon demanded, his confusion replaced with a burning curiosity.

"Who am I, you ask? It has been countless years since my true name slipped through the cracks of my memory." the man declared, rising from his throne and pacing confidently through the abyss.

Anon surveyed his surroundings, finding only a vast expanse of impenetrable darkness. Yet, the man remained an imposing figure, his presence impossible to ignore. Anon stood on an unseen ground, unable to discern its nature.

"I may have forgotten my name, but I know what I am. I am the essence of a forsaken soul, extinguished in the fires of an ancient war. In those days, I reigned supreme as the mightiest being to tread upon hallowed soil.

I dismantled the demon king, extinguishing the lives of humans, demons, dragons, elves, and dwarfs with my bare hands. But just when victory seemed certain, those wretched humans devised a treacherous pact with the underworld to bring about my demise.

To obliterate me, they offered up a macabre sacrifice—3,000 humans, 2,500 dwarfs, 1,000 elves, and 50 dragons perished on that blood-soaked battlefield.

They called me \'The Counsellor.\'"

"The Counsellor? It\'s a class right?" Anon spoke, sensing there was more to this tale.

"A mere class, you dare call it?" A thunderous growl rumbled from deep within his chest, shaking the very foundations of the dark space. A burning rage ignited in his eyes, transforming them into searing infernos of determination.

As his fury surged, a white-hot blaze engulfed his entire being, flames dancing along his skin with an ethereal intensity. Within that blazing inferno, ethereal figures materialized, each one a testament to the unspeakable power he wielded. They emerged from the flickering flames, embodying the harrowing chapters of his dark and twisted saga.

The figures writhed and twisted, their forms a grotesque tableau of the horrors he had unleashed upon the world. Each phantom image told a tale of sorrow, despair, and conquest—evidence of the depths to which he had descended, the magnitude of his malevolence.

"In the realm of darkness and devastation, there existed a figure whose name struck fear into the hearts of both mortal and supernatural alike. They whispered my name in hushed tones, for my very presence commanded respect and terror. I was known as \'The Counsellor.\' " He started speaking.

Once a mere mortal, I ascended to heights of power few could fathom. With a sinister mastery over the arcane arts, I wielded the dark forces of negative mana, twisting its malevolence to suit my whims. Minds bowed before me, mere puppets to my diabolical desires.

No secret was safe from my probing gaze, no will immune to my manipulative touch. With a mere thought, I unraveled the fabric of sanity, reducing even the strongest of wills to shattered remnants. I reveled in the chaos I sowed, relishing in the suffering I inflicted upon the unsuspecting.

The depths of his depravity knew no bounds. I danced upon the shattered remains of kingdoms, my maleficence leaving a scar upon the world that would never fade. Kings and queens trembled in my presence, their thrones reduced to ash beneath my dark, relentless onslaught. My magic consumed all in its path, leaving nothing but devastation and despair.

But with every ounce of power I possessed, there lingered a haunting truth—a truth that whispered in the depths of my twisted soul. For all my might and cruelty, i could not escape the tendrils of my own conscience. The sins i committed, the lives i shattered, haunted my every waking moment.

"The Counsellor," a name that bore witness to unspeakable atrocities, served as a reminder of the path i had chosen. I reveled in the fear that my name instilled, even as it gnawed at the remnants of my humanity.

The very mention of my name sends chills down the spines of those who remember my reign of terror.

In a realm devoid of hope, where darkness holds sway and minds are mere playthings, there stands a figure draped in malevolence—the infamous and feared "Counsellor".

"That\'s who I was," he declared with a voice laced in darkness, his eyes gleaming with an unwavering resolve. "I was the epitome of fear, a force that struck terror into the hearts of all who dared cross my path. But destiny had an unexpected twist in store for me."

His voice grew deeper, resonating with a sinister edge as he continued, "One fateful day, I encountered a figure whose power rivaled my own. He dared to call himself the Demon King, and in his presence, I felt a strange sensation—a longing for something I had never known."

A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes, an echo of vulnerability hidden within the depths of his darkness. "He bestowed upon me what I had been missing—a family, a sense of belonging. And with it, he granted me a name befitting my newfound purpose. From that day forward, I became known as The Counsellor."

"Once I joined his unholy army, I ascended to my next form—Cerebraxis."

"A surge of unimaginable power coursed through my veins, and I embarked on a cataclysmic slaughter across the globe. I harnessed negative mana, a wicked force akin to the very essence of creation. It tainted my mind, compelling me to commit unspeakable atrocities.

I have committed deeds that defy the boundaries of human comprehension, acts that have made nations tremble with fear and despair.

I have brought kings to their knees, fucked their queens and offsprings—only females, while the males met swift and merciless ends.

I have woven creatures of nightmares, creations that defy the limits of imagination. They are known as..."

"... Chimeras," Anon interrupted, his voice brimming with an unexpected fierceness.

"You possess that skill?" the man inquired, his eyes narrowing with intrigue.

"Yes, but it has remained dormant within me," Anon admitted, his voice dripping with the promise of untapped power.

"That is because you have languished within the confines of the feeble human kingdom. Once you step beyond its borders, a maelstrom of abominations will assail you, tormenting your dreams and shattering your very essence.

You are but a minnow in a murky pond," the man proclaimed, his words resonating with an undeniable authority.

"Why have you brought me here?" Anon demanded, his confusion intertwining with a growing sense of purpose.

"Because you have chosen to intertwine your destiny with mine, albeit through a different path. You have embraced the mantle of the Cerebraxis class, have you not?" the man questioned, his voice carrying an air of foreboding.

"Yes, I have. Is this the test in which I shall be tested?" Anon inquired, his tone exuding a newfound resolve.

"Indeed, it is. But be forewarned, failure shall condemn you to a cycle of rebirth, trapped within the confines of this trial until you either conquer it or meet your ultimate demise.

Completion shall grant you freedom, while death shall usher in the dawn of a new beginning. So, do you accept the terms of this trial, Anon Agreil?" the man challenged, his voice resonating with an irresistible allure.

\'Death beckons a fresh start, while completion unlocks unimaginable power. There is no loss to be found,\' Anon contemplated, his spirit aflame with an unyielding determination.

"I accept," he declared, his words echoing through the abyss with a thunderous finality.

"You, Anon Agreil, possess the mind of a formidable human and an unbreakable resolve," The Counsellor\'s voice reverberated with an air of awe. "You have not chosen the path of negative mana like I did, yet I sense a power within you that surpasses my own."

A wicked smile played upon The Counsellor\'s lips as he continued, his tone dripping with both admiration and a tinge of envy. "I have witnessed feats that stirred the very depths of my insatiable hunger. Your negative mana generation capacity surpasses mine by tenfold in its sheer potency."

"I was a traitor, not only to the Demon Gods and the Demon King, but also to those closest to me," he confessed, a flicker of remorse crossing his face before being consumed by a renewed vigor. "I was a disappointment, an uncontrollable force fueled by limitless power. But you, Anon, you will not follow in my footsteps."

Anon\'s eyes widened, a mixture of anticipation and skepticism coursing through his veins. "How can you be so certain that I will not disappoint you?"

The Counsellor chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of wisdom and calculation. "I possess the eyes that see through people, young one. Do not mistake me for a fool. Now, let us commence your trial."

With a mere flick of his fingers, reality itself shifted and warped.

[Editor: HELLO BOIS, I AM THE NEW EDITOR FOR THIS NOVEL, BELIEVE ME THE AUTHOR\'S ENGLISH AND GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES ARE TOO MUCH. I WILL START FIXING THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS NOW. YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER.]