《The Empath [hidden]》chapter 14.2
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WARNING DISTURBING CONTENTS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE FUNNY AND SILLY BE PRESENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
I somehow managed to level up all the basic elements spell to intermediate level now I can make scrolls out of them hehe, time to earn some change, time to head back to the town.
Now that I think about it I haven't really fully used the skills mind mage class has offered, especially the telepathy, telekinesis, mood reader, and truth detector skills, well not like I had any chance to use it, hmm. ?...maybe I should pull some pranks, it's the perfect skill combo for that Kuku.
Searching for target, Hm.....not the guards too cliche, shop owners bah too boring, priest maybe, hmm how to go about it....
Making my way to church, I enter and seat myself in prayer hall, now let's wait for targets
an elderly man clothed in white robs approach me,
"Child are you here to pray to our God"
"N....I mean yeas father, but you see gods aren't granting my wish so I was wondering maybe if I devoted myself more got know about them more maybe they will grant it"
"Getting to know gods isn't a simple thing child, but I can see what you are trying to do, the gods may be pleased if you offer them your devotion by helping his subjects"
this greedy old man trying to milk me for donations "is that so father I will gladly help, but still I could like to know about that more can you tell me about their tales"
"Definitely my child, when the......"and off he went with stories of good and evil and how gods shone his light on the darkest of times, maybe I could have pulled something better but I just couldn't resist it when he said a particular line about darkness cleansed with divine light.
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Using telepathy I forcibly connected and spoke " likewise let there be light and may it cleanse your greedy hearth" and then used telekinesis to give him a for head flick, the expression in his face was priceless, took him a while to realize what happened, oh boy dozen pics of very very confused npc.
15 Min later, in a certain guard house
a loud burst of laughter can be heard , if you zoom in you could find the guard captain was having his laugh of the month
maybe I am just not suited for pranking
"Hahahahahaha......my stom....A. .Che. ....post. .hahaha...." laughing each time looking at me and finally calming down a little "to think that someone actually pulled of that stunt, pfffttt.......I sure could have loved see that when it happened"
"Ha........though I could love to let you go just for the exact same reason you were sent here, I can't but I don't really want to punish you, so how about we make a deal boy" I nod
" well if you can use your mind magic to make a certain special one speak I may release you heck I could even reward you, so are you up for it" I nod again.
I am led to a cell in underground prison, an arrogant looking guy that started shouting and cursing at the sight of the guards, I was explained that he was a member of group of bandits who had been very elusive till now, not only that they travel all over kingdom killing looting and rampaging as they please, I was requested to make him leak info on their hideouts, Intel gathering source and whatever the hell else.
It could have been nice if I had mind reading but it couldn't be fun, now where should I get started, yup let's go with that.
using mood reader and illusion I cast several illusion of several objects noted down every changes he had seeing them, we'll for the first few hours he was just dishing out insults to me then as he saw no reaction his attention went to the illusion, which he was trying his best to ignore but with darkness all around there is no way but to get trapped looking at the illusion.
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1 day later
I gathered information about what changes his mood, what he likes, doesn't like and doesn't care, next I started casting silly illusions of him doing random shits obviously didn't have much of a reaction but I noted down when it did have some reaction.
3 days later
I got a basic grasp on his personality, the type that was overly sweet betrayed by someone becoming a lunatic, tried to produce similar plots using illusions, with happy ending ofcourse, though before that I experimented with what type of women attracted or angered him, of course it was through illusion, getting basic build of npc from the forums I designed the females using the npc molds I have seen, finally I got the reaction of last and hate towards a certain npc women from him.
Then using the female as the betrayer portrayed a love story only with a happy ending, kinda silly I know, even he himself laughed coldly at the attempt but it was a very tired laugh, why because I repeated that stupidly cheesy story illusion at least hundreds of times, now that's something that can drive just about anybody insane.
2 more days later
several kind story illusion later he started feeling little guilt, fucking locked on, i tried connecting using empath link took a lot of tries to connect, once i did, i flooded the link with mix of images of murdered people and pictures of stories i showed him, then him killing the characters he loved, along with audio link accusing him as fucking murder thrash and whatnot, the whole process was rinse and repeated for another few days, he started pleading to stop but no that's not enough not for enterta.........His crimes.
After a week
The prisoner had lifeless look on his eyes, oopsie I may have gone a little too far, well I did get the info he willingly told me several days ago,, but I secr....doubted he had more so continued to enj.....punish him more for my enterta......His crime.
Well nothing more to do here I guess, whistling I made my way to the captains room, handing over all the info I got, the captain was pretty disappointed with how long i took, but since i got the info he let me go without much additional reward, not that i wanted anything extra as it was purly for fun anyway. I made my way out before they realized anything.
Hmmm......somehow pranking turned into tort....psychology experiment? I don't feel like continuing, guess it's time to call the slaves back and message sent, should I hunt to grind skills or focus on saving money, hmm now that all the stress is released hunting could be boring so money making it is, whistling happily I made my way to safe spot to produce items I can sell.
several days later at the guard house:
" sir please punish me I am thrash, i will tell you whatever you want sir so please punish me i don't deserve to live I don't deserve happiness I don't deserve anything, please punish me" said the previously broken slave emitting a creepy aura.
"What the fuck did he do" sigh......well at least the info is accurate
Maybe I went a little bit out of line there.
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