I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 70: My Brain Got Hacked and Now I’m Thinking About Hentai

My mind wasn’t mine anymore.

Now I know how the girls in mind break genre of hentai feel.

And goddammit even under mind control I am trying to make everything funny.

Malthus had asked me about the owner of that voice that called me son and despite the best of my efforts, I ended up revealing that it was my grandma like an AI answering two plus two.

But.. but.. I won’t answer anything anymore.

If this bastard was controlling my mind, then I’d mind my own business.

I have no idea what the fuck I just said but all in all, I will not let him win.

’Use that skill, system.’ I commanded.

[ Skill Please Mind It Activated! ]

Yes. Now I can get back my control.

[ Notice! Skill Can’t Be Used! ]

[ Something is stopping the Skill from being used! ]

[ Skill Please Mind It Stopped! ]

The fuck?

’What is the meaning of this?’

[ Skill can’t be used. That’s what it means. ]

’I know that!’

[ Then don’t ask. ]

’You useless- I am asking why the hell the skill stopped?’

[ Something is interfering with it. Something powerful. ]

’Then what can I do?’

[ Pray, probably? ]

’What kind of system are you? There are some systems who can do anything for their hosts. Like giving a divine weapon just for doing a hundred pushups.’

[ You have read too many novelkisss. There are no such systems in real life. You should be grateful you got me. And besides, your lazy ass won’t even move so don’t sully the word push up by saying it from your mouth. ]

’That’s.. how can you talk like this? Supreme Man was way better than you.’

[ Fuck you. That’s why I usually stay silent and let that God handle people like you. Weakness disgusts me. Don’t talk to me again. And I can see whatever you do. Next time close the curtains before jerking your junk from the castle’s window. ]

’Wha- how- you pervert. Have you no shame? You shouldn’t be peeking at me. And I am not dying to talk to you either. Fuck you too!’

The system didn’t reply after that, but good god, its personality was worse than an editor who gets paid for reading books and cursing the entire family of the writer for writing that trash.

Anyway, I ran my mind to think of new ways.

Malthus still held my shoulders like I am a college girl and he is a vampire.

If the mind protection skill isn’t working then I should probably attack him. But goddammit his grip is tight. I can’t move my hands. It is taking everything just to hold my swords.

And that’s nothing against what I am fearing the most right now.

My heart is leaping out of my chest just by the thought of his next question.

Now that he knows that voice belonged to my grandma, his next question would be a defining statement for me.

And... It happened.

"Do you love your grandmother the most in your life?"

Malthus asked me a straight question, with those same eyes.

I shouldn’t have looked into his eyes from the start. All this began from that. I am sure of it. I should have learned something from my past.

I mean, I once looked inside the eyes of a girl and praised them in hopes of impressing her. I called her eyes the beacon of light, but she called the cops on me. She should have told me she was blind.

But to hell with that.

After Malthus asked me the question, my mind again urged me to answer honestly. It wanted me to answer to the last ounce of truth I had in my body.

I tried. I tried with all my being to not say anything but...

"Yes. I love my grandma the most in this world."

I fucked up anyway.

I blurted out something that someone like Malthus shouldn’t hear.

Me and everyone here pissed him so much that he would certainly return the favor with interest if he got the chance. And I think he got one right now.

Hearing the answer, Malthus smirked like Doraemon when Nobita leaves him with Sizuka alone.

Shit. I am remembering my childhood. My mind is playing tricks on me.

"Now, tell me this.." Malthus spoke and stress washed over me.

My palms drenched in sweat as this next question would be the final nail in the coffin.

And the devil asked it:

"Where is your grandmother right now?"

My heart broke bounds.

My mind urged me again but this time I will fight it.

No way I will reveal my grandma’s location to this monster.

Get a grip, mind.

Do.

Not.

Answer.

Him.

I let go of my swords.

I clenched my fist.

I gritted my teeth, not allowing them to open to answer.

I’ll fucking bite my own tongue if worst comes to worst.

"Answer me!" Malthus yelled.

I resisted.

"Answer me, human king!" He yelled again.

I closed my eyes.

But he already had my mind under control.

Resisting him felt like Sophia Leone strip teasing in front of me and I am forbidden to move.

I tried my best and my mind felt like it would split. It would split in two parts.

But I held on. I dug my nails in my palm, making them bleed and that helped me a lot to focus.

I kept my eyes closed, my fists and jaw clenched and the love for my grandma in my heart burned brighter than ever.

I won’t break.

And surely, Malthus went silent.

He stopped asking me.

He stopped yelling.

Did I win? And my mind seems clear now too.

It means I resisted Malthus’ magic!

But he still held my shoulders, squeezed. No wonder he can’t make babies. He likes to squeeze shoulders of all things.

Anyhow, now I am confident. My mind is still mine and I would keep it this way.

However... Malthus eventually spoke something else:

"Open your eyes, Human King."

I did it.

I opened my eyes.

And my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach because I hadn’t opened my eyes willingly.

I was still under Malthus’ control.

But no matter what, I will fight the urge again. This is bigger than no nut november. This urge is crucial for me to resist.

Now that I have opened my eyes. He would again ask about my grandma. Fine. Bring it on.

"Keep your eyes open and keep looking at me." Malthus said and I instantly obliged and hated myself for that.

I was sure he would ask about my grandma and I was prepared to resist him. I had trained my mind to not answer about my grandma. But Malthus gave a different order altogether and my mind followed it instantly.

For the past couple of seconds, I resisted my mind so hard to not talk about my grandma that my subconscious was only taking the question related to that topic seriously. It deemed that question of utmost importance so it would only generate energy towards that and ignore resisting the smaller orders Malthus was giving like look at me, open your eyes.

But I should have not followed those small orders as well.

Because as soon as I looked into Malthus’ eyes..

...

My mind went blank.

Those red eyes seemed like optical illusions. Circles rotating in circles. His eyes were deeper and darker than the first time I saw them.

I was unable to form anything anymore.

And since Malthus, for sure, knew my current condition, he hit the hammer right on time.

"Now tell me, Human King. Where is your grandmother right now?"

He asked it.

I wasn’t able to fight anymore.

It happened in an instant.

I felt like answering as if it was a natural thing. As if breathing. As if touching yourself on the bed before sleeping beside a prostitute.

I told Malthus the truth as easily as I lie. I told him:

"My grandma lives in the castle at Titilis continent."

"That’s all."

Malthus snapped his fingers.

He vanished.

But my mind hadn’t returned.

I stood in the same spot, motionless. My posture remained the same. My shoulders remained squeezed even after Malthus wasn’t holding it.

Deep in my consciousness, I was screaming. I was screaming in the abyss. I was banging my hands in the darkness just to come out of my own mind! Help me! Someone! Anyone!

"My lord! Wake up! Move!" I heard Erect’s voice. But I could only hear him. There was darkness in front of me. I couldn’t see anything. He doesn’t know I am trying my best to snap out of this.

"Racis. Snap out of it. Not just your grandmother, we have some other bigger problems in hand now too!" Sexis also shouted. He was worried for my grandma but what does he mean by other big problems? There’s nothing bigger and important than my grandma. This world can burn but not even one flame should touch her.

But it seemed, Erect had the same question as me considering how he asked this:

"Some other bigger problems? What?"

Sexis must have looked at Erect as he said:

"That mind control skill that Malthus used..."

He paused, must have gulped and then the answer he gave to the Hero sent shivers to the end of my spine.

"That Skill... it belonged to me."

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