"..." I finally wake up and look around. The first thing I do is check my surroundings. I see I’m in so sort of underground place, very deep because the atmospheric pressure has changed drastically.
I also see that the walls, the floor, and everything is made of pulsating reddish flesh that’s oozing a strange liquid. The whole place has a faint sweet sll that my body recognizes as a mild drug, but it’s very potent.
’My copy?’ I try to see if I managed it, and fortunately, thanks to the Essence of Creation ability, I succeeded in creating a copy of my consciousness. It’s in an inert state, completely deactivated until I seal away my true consciousness.
’It’s identical to ...’ I analyze it, and it’s 100% the sa as in every way, except, of course, for being more curious. I made it more curious so it would ask lots of questions and scour all the information it finds, allowing to discover new things.
"I see you’re awake." Mnemosyne erges from the floor, her body connected to the place, which seems to contort.
"Yes... so... what are you going to do with ?" I ask, now more confident. Since she isn’t going to kill , I’m relatively safe until I regain the strength to escape.
"Obviously have children. I want your genes, and I’m going to take them." She speaks with such confidence it irritates .
"One question. If you only want my genes, why not let go after taking them?" She could release . I’d even let her have her tentacles on if she freed afterward.
"Because you regenerate. Because you’re fertile. Because you’re perfect for getting pregnant repeatedly without breaking. Do you know how hard it is to find a good ’mother’ for my children?"
"Most girls break in just a few years. I take such good care of them, with so much love, affection, and perfect nourishnt, but their fragile bodies reach their limit regardless of care... and either they die from exhaustion or their brains can’t handle it anymore."
"Ah, but not you. Not your race. Your race has no limits. If a wall appears, you’ll adjust to it... I know if you have ti, you’ll adapt until you can escape ." She speaks with a crooked smile.
"Think I don’t know? I know your race well. Because I helped build it."
"W-wait, what?" I’m completely confused by what she says.
"Where do you think your abnormally high regeneration cos from? I was with your mother on the day your race was created. and a bunch of other Abyssal beings. We all shared sothing with your mother."
"Of course, that doesn’t an you’re a chira—far from it. You just use the biological ans that we use. In short, your mother studied my body, saw how I regenerated, saw that I had the greatest regeneration, and decided to use it."
"Don’t you think it’s strange how your body regenerates so quickly, even compared to other regenerative beings?" She’s teaching sothing absurd. I always thought my mother created my race alone. I never imagined she used other beings as templates.
"There’s a select group of participants who know exactly how strong your race is, and we also know all its strengths. And of course, one of the points of your adaptation is passive growth."
’Damn, she talks too much...’ This is good for finding out more, but since she appeared, it’s been clear she’s very talkative.
"In a few millennia, you should already have the strength to escape and—"
"Could you summarize? You know, you do a lot of monologuing..." She’s practically repeating what she said at the beginning at this point.
"...Summarize... Yes, I’ll summarize for you... I’m going to destroy your mind and control you. It doesn’t matter if you get stronger in the future. Your adaptation is incapable of freeing you from my ntal control."
"And I know this well, because the brain your mother used as a basis to build yours wasn’t very efficient at dealing with ntal attacks. She focused everything on processing power to handle your adaptation."
’It’s what I expected...’ Of course she’d try to dominate my mind. I didn’t expect anything different.
"So... are you going to do it now? Also, do you really only want for children?" It’s a much calr kidnapping than I expected. She isn’t very aggressive, or maybe being aggressive is useless for soone like her, so she avoids aggression.
"Yes, only children. And you will give them to . Nothing more than that... Oh, but maybe I’ll use you to kill your older sister."
"Hey, what the fuck did you just say?" She has a serene face and a devilish little smile.
"HEY, YOU BITCH, THINK THAT UHMMHH!!!" A tentacle erges from the floor and covers my mouth while I curse this fucking whore who wants to kill my older sister.
’Shit! This bitch will pay! I’ll devour her when I’m stronger!’ I activate the ability I made to protect myself from this and leave the copy in my place. The copy, which doesn’t know it’s a copy and acts just like , will fool this bitch.
If the copy knew it was a copy, this bitch might find out. But if the copy really thinks it’s , then they’ll never discover anything.
17=ntal Prison - An ability that contains the target’s mind in a cocoon within a hidden point of the mind. The user will be trapped, unable to interact with the outside world, but in return, the outside world is unable to interact with the user.
As soon as I use the ability, I’m thrown from consciousness. I look around and realize I’m in an all-black place, and my current "body" is inside a completely transparent cocoon.
"This is it?" I can move around inside here. I try hitting the cocoon, but nothing happens. It seems my mind really is trapped.
"I’d like to see the outside." I murmur, sitting on the floor. Soon, the cocoon in front of glows and shows the vision from the body.
"I can see?" I see the outside, my body. It’s trying to curse that whore for saying she’d kill my older sister.
"Hehehe, she acts just like ... Now... what do I do?" I don’t know what to do, since all I can do is wait for my body to beco strong enough to kill that bitch. Then I can return with my mind intact.
"Maybe... this is a good ti to finally take my ti to study?" I have ti, and there’s a training technique that boils down to using a ntal space to strengthen oneself. Using my knowledge of universal laws, I can do many things.
"Hmmmm, what should I learn... I know... I’ll create an elent!!! Why did I never think of this?" This idea cos to out of nowhere. To create my own elent—not learn one or practice an existing one, but create an elent from scratch that only I will have in all of existence.
A powerful elent that no one but knows. The Sacred Elent was clearly created by Elysia, the goddess of humans. aning, goddesses—even if not the Primordial Goddess—can still create elents.
"A powerful elent... made to annihilate things..." I close my eyes, deciding not to pay attention to the outside for now. It’s cool that I can see, but why would I want to watch my body start to be controlled? Better to use the ti on sothing useful.
I cross my legs, place my hands on my thighs, and begin to ditate. At the sa ti, I organize my mories into sothing more suitable and gather fragnts of information to try to create a new elent with what I know and have.
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"Mommy Grimm, you seem shaken?" Azazel asks while I’m in her room at the academy. I visit her sotis at night.
"Ah, daughter... it’s nothing... just sothing bad happened." I say, waving my hand as if it’s nothing serious while watching Pandora’s future. Pandora ended up eting the one person I least wanted her to et.
’I can’t believe Pandora has such bad luck to run into Mnemosyne of all people.’ That greedy little aberration is a troubleso enemy, and I didn’t want Pandora to find her, especially because of her mind-control capabilities.
’There were so many futures where Pandora never found her. Did she have to go and pick a future where she did? This is frustrating...’ It’s like reading a wonderful story, but at an advanced mont, the protagonist chooses sothing wrong and falls into a stupid story branch.
’If I could see what’s going on in Pandora’s head... it would be so much easier to deal with this feeling...’ I look at Azazel, my dear daughter with Pandora, my soulmate.
’Well, at least Mnemosyne won’t kill Pandora.’ I know that woman well. She almost never kills other won, because her power depends heavily on female bodies in general, so she usually protects them.
"Azazel, what’s the best way to deal with a tentacle monster’s mind control?" I ask Azazel, who is friends with Shogo, that tentacle girl. I’m curious about my daughter’s answer.
"Hmmm, Mommy Grimm, wouldn’t it just be to protect your mind?" She says sothing curious.
"How so?"
"Well... Shogo told she controls people’s brains! She did that for Mommy Pandora. Mommy Pandora told her to control those human won’s brains, but not their minds!"
"Shogo said she was forbidden from altering the mind, so she can only continue controlling the brain! And with that, the weakness of tentacle monsters’ mind control is that they attack the brain first, then the target’s mind!!"
"If you protect your mind, they beco unable to attack it! Although I don’t know how to protect your mind." She says sothing very clever.
’Did she really just co up with that idea? That... speed...’
"You’re a genius, Azazel. Even if that’s how it is, almost no one would be able to think of that!" Separating the brain from the mind isn’t sothing people normally do. People treat the brain and mind as the sa thing.
’I wonder if Pandora noticed that weakness too?’ If Pandora can’t protect her mind, she’ll be completely screwed, and I’m... worried... I’m very worried she’ll fall into eternal mind control.
"Mommy Grimm, are you worried about Mommy Pandora?" My daughter notices.
"...What gave it away?"
"You’re always smiling, or you have this kind of... mischievous... face. But when you think about Mommy Pandora, you give dumber smiles, or you look worried with your eyebrows furrowed."
"Don’t worry, Mommy Grimm!! Mommy Pandora is amazing, and powerful, and invincible!!" Azazel innocently cheers up.
"...Yes... she is... Pandora is invincible." I go along with it, knowing it’s not true. She’s nowhere near invincible, but I guess I’ll give a vote of confidence that she’ll be okay.
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