[First things first I need to try and reduce the effectiveness of mental attacks.] So I run off into the slums and find an abandoned house. After sealing the room in an attempt to make it soundproof, I remove the brain from inside my body and make a limbless human with triple the number of nerves as usual. I put the brain inside the body and bring it to life.

“Hello there Mr…”

I look at the deformed man who was wiggling in panic.

“Mr. Wiggle,” I say with a wide smile.

His eyes lock onto me at the sound of my voice.

“My name is Toby.”

[He feels different to my empathy than last time.]

“No your Mr wiggle…” I grab a fist full of hair and pull his head up while elongating his neck so that he can see his body.

“Because…”

I create a bone structure around his head to hold it in place.

“You wiggle.” With that, I lightly touch the body with my foot and activate all of the nerve endings at once causing the body to spasm on the floor and foam at the mouth. His eyes try to roll around in their sockets but I force them to focus on the withering mass.

I clap my hands excitedly as I jump on the balls of my feet.

“See you wiggle.” I giggle as I stop the pain.

“Your a crazy sick bastard!!!” His earlier fear seemingly replaced with anger and hate. [Guess he wasn't a slave master for nothing. But this doesn't seem natural]

Before I could respond I feel my mind go hazy and I feel myself slipping back into a familiar mental torture room.

I fight the influence and slap the head causing another round of pain.

“What was that supposed to do Mr wiggle? Three of you tried to attack me at once and failed. What is a weakling like you going to do all by yourself?”

I shorten his neck again and prop him up against a wall and I look into his hate-filled eyes. [I suppose he doesn't have much else to lose so he is feeling hate instead of fear?]

“You know I find it much easier to break people's wills through fear rather than pain, because when you think about pain just shows we are alive, and between you and me… I find it rather exhilarating.” I deconstruct my clothes and rake a clawed hand across my chest causing blood to leak from my body.

“People are scared of so many things and will go through astronomical lengths to avoid them.” While I speak he stares at the blood as it starts to form an exact replica of his previous body as it was violated by tentacles. His eyes filled with concern. I smile.

My left eye changes into a mass of tentacles which begin to snake across his body while I giggle

[Luckily for him I am very much against rape.] I attach the tentacle endings to various points along his body to monitor and control his vitals.

“You're a freak!” he yells in anger as he tries to wiggle away

“Now, now no kink-shaming.”

[let's train him like a dog. A repetitive stimulus before the action should help with some attitude adjustment.]

I send a single to the adrenal glands in his torso to cause them to send out a small amount of cortisol and adrenaline. I then release a little bit of glucose into the bloodstream (As far as I know this is the chemical response responsible for fear.) as I use my empathy to make him feel slight fear.

“You know, people have a fear of blood, and a fear of drowning, so what if they had a baby?.”

“Click, click, click” I click my tongue three times.

I slit my wrist over his mouth and let it fall on to him as I create and tie a cloth around his mouth.

I start to whistle a happy tune as he starts to struggle. Noticing his increasing levels of fear I decided to increase the chemical response along with my empathy to new heights.

After a bit, I stop whistling and lower the fear levels as I take the cloth away from his mouth allowing him to take in a breath of air. I watch in mild amusement as his eyes water and he takes deep shaky breaths.

“So are you going to assist me?” I ask while he coughs and splutters.

“Go...Go to hell.”

[He has differently been given some sought of artificial courage. My empathy shows he is basically changing into a different person emotionally.]

“Such a cliche response Mr wiggle.”

“Click, click, click”

I introduce his body to all the pathogens I know and once again raise fear levels to unnatural heights. Noticing his heart is about to give out I modify it to accommodate a large number of chemical hormones.

I begin to whistle the same happy tune.

[He only got like this after spending time inside of me. Perhaps this confirms my suspicions and links with my new persistent headache.]

I watch as he gags trying to evacuate an empty stomach, bright orange mucus flows from his pores and blistering red boils cover his skin.

I reduce the fear and heal him.

“Having a change of heart yet, Mr wiggle?”

“...Fuck...You…”

“ANIMO FINGI dolorem sis semper calumniam sustinens” (Some Latin for you.)

“Click, click, click”

I launch his fear to new heights as I inflame his nerve endings and rearrange his internal organs in an endless loop. I alter his eyes and ears (Ears control balance) to make his brain believe that he was incredibly high up and cover him in spiders.

After another few minutes, I reduce the fear levels again and heal the panicking mass of flesh. I also make a cute puppy that goes over to comfort the man. I give them a few minutes before I start again.

“Click, click, click”

“No! Pl...Ahhhhhh”

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5 hours later

Mr wiggle was well and truly broken. He lies in the corner, a crying and stuttering mess. Well to tell you the truth he broke three hours ago when I killed the puppy which I made him develop affection for, then force-fed him the corpse. He then spent the next hour uncontrollably spasming as he broke mentally and emotionally. It was a pain in the ass to heal his brain, but I had to for the interrogation. The interrogation itself was easy, I confirmed the information he already gave me then asked about mental manipulation and how to avoid its effects.

Apparently, his metal attack was from a spell which he had at the ready [Which means spells can be prepared in advance.] The spell used the energy the brain produced to gain access to the person's mind. Some people, who have mental difficulties, are harder to read and navigate [Properly because their brain is laid out differently.].

There are some meditation techniques to try and guard the mind, which he taught me the basics of, and people who can control metal energy and make a shield.

So while Mr. Wiggle was trying to piece his mind back together I was very slowly and gradually changing the neurological pathways in my mind while slightly changing the chemical composition. After once again becoming familiar with my cognitive abilities I added three layers to my skull where bone sandwiches lead (As in the metal) to try and reduce the mental energy leakage.

The meditation and mental shielding would take time which I currently don't have [Fucking migraines have started after the whole mental awesome foursome.] so I decided to work on them later as a developing future project. After acquiring the information and modifying my body accordingly I spend the rest of my time healing Mr. Wiggles' metal state.

“So Mr wiggle” He flinches at the sound of my voice. “Now that you have given me the information I desired I have a proposition for you.” He looks up with fear evident in his eyes and a twitching face but doesn't say anything.

I look at him expectantly for a moment before I continue.”Right well, Since you were so cooperative after our...therapy session, I will give you three options. Option one I kill you. Option two I turn you into a monster so you can finish your work of spreading misery. Lastly, I can alter you and give you a chance to help society’s less fortunate.”

“You...you would g...give me another c...chance?” He asks in confusion.

“Yup.” I smile.

“Then I...I would like...to try and re...redeem myself.”

“Alrighty then.” I change his body into a strong and efficient human child which has a very severe allergy to a specific protein I can produce along with the pheromone glands of an ant drone so that he would have a very high compulsion to follow my orders if I used my own unique pheromones.

Retrieving 1 platinum worth of slivers and some clothes I put them into a space ring which I toss to the newly developed sentient bag of flesh.

“So Mr. Wiggle your mission is to help society's most vulnerable so that they can one day look after themselves. Off the top of my head dismantling the gangs then building an orphanage and hospital would be a good start.” He nods rapidly, not daring to lose focus.

“Yes...my master.” I frown slightly at his words but don't comment on them.

“Excellent, now I know this goes without saying” I fill all the available space with aura clones whose faces start to change to random civilians, copying the hidden alterations on my back (The aura clones can only copy parts from the original because the aura is just copying the originals image.) “I see and hear everything and if you ever fuck up then I drag you down to hell so that you can join me in my personal playroom where we can continue our therapy session for all of eternity.”

He begins to shake at the thought before repeatedly bowing deeply. “Yes m...master of ca...course m...m...m...master, it would ne...never ha...happen master…”

[This is painful to listen to.]

(And write, why couldn't you just kill him? Spell check is going to violate this chapter.)

“That's enough of that.” I remove the clones and recreate the dog from before and hand it to him.

“Here's a present, now if you excuse me, I have a friend to save.” With that, I leave the small building and close the door before he could start stuttering again.

Now that I am out in the open Shade comes down from the sky and lands on my shoulder. I pat her head absentmindedly. [He gave me basic directions to the clear-handed household, the nobles that purchased Dave… Fuck, what's her name again?] Standing before me was the young female which could control shadows, whose name much like the other female I have forgotten.

[Maybe she isn't here for me.] I think hopefully as I continue to walk back towards the nicer parts of the city.

She starts to follow me.

[Shit]

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company my lady?” I wince as my migraine flares with pain.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she snaps.

“That was a very unladylike response.” I sense anger, pain, and betrayal rolling off her with my empathy. “I was just trying to be polite, you appear to be having a rough time.” I look pointedly at her puffy eyes.

“I...They betrayed each other the first chance they got.” She stops walking to stare off into the distance. I sigh and turn to face her. “As soon as you left they started to fight for the money before your bird killed them and then the ones who were left grabbed as much as they could and ran when the bird left.”

“Yeah Shade did mention something about that but I was kind of busy at the time.”

“To busy to help my family?!” She yells hysterically.

[What is her problem?] I gently touch her shoulder and calm her down.

“I would love to help but right now I need to save a friend of mine form slavery while trying to not become possed by whatever entity I suspect is in my mind and now I have a massive migraine so that's fun.”

“Wha…” she tries to ask

“Shade be a dear and show her the way to my other stalker and stay with them until I am better.” Shade gives an affectionate caw as she rubs her head against my neck. I gently pat her before she flys off slowly so that the female can follow.

"But..."

"Listen closely. I didn't make them do anything, I gave them a chance and they are the ones who abandoned their 'comrades' at the first chance they got. They were not my responsibility and the blame is on their hands, not mine. Now, as much as I would like to help you I have very urgent tasks to complete before I potentially die so If you excuse me."

She nods as I turn around and walk in the opposite direction before she can ask more questions. [She might be useful in the future but that does not mean I want to put up with pointless social interactions that offer me no amusement.] I snarl as once again my head is flooded with pain.

Weaving my way through the streets I slowly change my appearance to that of an average middle-aged man as I make my way to the clear-handed household. [The fastest and most efficient way to free a slave is to just kill the person they are bound too. In this case, I believe it is the Lady of the household due to what Mr. Wiggle said. I need to solve this issue as quickly as possible, so while an assassination would be boring it would be preferable.] I grimace once again as my head throbs with pain.

After an hour or so I find myself in the form of a bird with greatly reduced gravity above the clear handed manner which was surrounded by high walls with the occasional guard walking along the pathways atop the defenses. Making quick note of the number of guards I fly down and into an open window.

Expecting the yelp of the human whose emotions I felt before entering the room I change my form into that of an inexplicably attractive man who appears to be the same age of the pretty maid who was dusting the luxurious study which we were currently in. Quickly creating a small and unseen tentacle from my ankle I attach to her exposed calf and stop her from screaming.

“Hello there beautiful.” I try my best at a charming smile while making a show of looking her up and down and experiencing mild curiosity as I noticed that she was wearing a classic french maid uniform from my old memories. [It would appear the fetish travels across time and space.]

I close the distance between us and flood her mind with dopamine as I stroke her face. “May I ask you a question, my dear?” I ask while using my empathy to cause her great joy. She moans as she rubs her head into my hand. Suppressing my discomfort I continue the one-sided conversation. “Would you be so kind as to direct me to the lady of the house?” She frowns slightly at this before completely removing any distance between us and starts to rub her body against mine.

“Why would you want to see her, when you can have me all to yourself?” She purrs in what I believe is meant to be an effect to seduce me.[I suppose this is what I get for trying something new in such a short time frame.] I snap out of my musings as she leans in an attempt to kiss me.

“Sorry, but this isn't that type of story.” I smile widely as I grab her face quicker then she can comprehend and lift her into the air. “It's more of a fantasy…” I change my form to an attractive woman in an identical uniform. “Horror…” I use the same method on her that I did on Mr wiggle so that she would experience great amounts of fear. “And tragedy.” I distort my face and make it rot at a highly accelerated rate. “So I will ask again Miss Failed seduction. Where is the lady of the house? And please don't lie or I will feed your soul to my pet caterpillar while it fucks a rabbit that's snorted 4kg of cocaine.” I give a little giggle. “Now as you probably know, I am going to kill you. But it is up to you on how painful I make it...”

After a few minutes, I find myself in front of a lavish door in the form of Miss Failed seduction after absorbing her corpse. I fold up a random piece of paper that is covered in poison and produce multiple tentacles, which could shoot microscopic darts that secrete my most dangerous venom, around the doorway. [Being a noble she may have a lot of power within the body so my toxic yet mundane chemicals might not do too much but they should slow her down.]

Giving a small sigh knock on the door hard and fast on the magically locked door and take a few steps back and lower my head. The door bursts open and the smell of sex assaults my nose.

“What do you think you are doing interrupting me?!” Yells a well-spoken yet shrill voice. I look up and see an attractive dark-haired woman wearing a loose-fitting bathrobe. [Soft looking skin, probably attacks from range or she is incredibly skilled…]

“I am sorry my lady, but the high chancellors has arrived and said that I give you this letter as a matter of the utmost urgency.” Smirking internally at my bullshitting skills I hold the paper out slightly, causing her to step outside of the room. [I guess there is only one fun way to find out.]

Immediately the tentacle launches the darts into the back of her neck and scalp. Smiling slightly while I try not to wince from the escalating pain in my head, I hand over the letter as I infuse my aura and will into the tentacles.

“Its blan…” She starts with a harsh tone before tentacles sprouting from her heart, eyes and lungs cut her words short.

Looking at her well-manicured hand I see a space ring which I quickly liberate from the still-warm corpse.

“Well that was boring, but I suppose it's for the best.” Mumbling while I absorb her body I walk into the sex scented room.

“Well she definitely had a superiority complex, or just really, really liked rope.”

The room was filled with nude males and females, young and old all tied up and bruised. A few were talking about the missing bond [I assume the slave bond?] while others just look at me with fear.

“So…” I crouch down to the closest individual “Lovely weather we're having today.” I remove the bonds and hand the woman some clothes and a knife “Be a dear and help the others.” I give a strong compulsion with my empathy for her to complete her given task. With the task of freeing people underway, I begin to whistle a happy tune to take my mind off the pain as I scan the faces of the various naked people. [Old woman, middle-aged man, a guy with no legs, a dog? A little girl, A Gome.]

My whistling stops and I smile. There was Dave, the first and only person to show me genuine kindness and friendship.

“Sorry I took so long Dave but I finally found you. The fact that you and all tied up like a Christmas present is only a happy bonus.” I say cheerily while snapping his bonds and giving him some clothes.

“Wha…” His voice trembles with fear and confusion.

“No time for that. Miss Superiority complex sent off some sort of alarm when I freed the life she was holding hostage and we to bounce.” I sense the large number of people rushing towards the room as I knock Dave unconscious, wrap him in a cloak and put him over my shoulder.

“All those who believe that escape, even with a high chance of death, is a better option than staying here raise your hand” About half of the inhabitants of the room raise their hands.

With a savage grin, I decapitate them and store their heads in my space ring. [Well I hope that works.] Pathogens begin to leave my body and fill the air with the promise of a painful death as I stand up and look at the remaining former slaves (Or just kinky people looking for a good time.). “I will see the rest of you weak-willed fuckers in heaven when I reopen it as an all you can eat buffet. Toodles” I explode a beast core and disappear from their site like a mystical wizard when in reality I jumped out of the window, teleported and running the fuck away.

I run along the roofs, streets, and sewers while teleporting when possible. Eventually, I arrive at the slums once again with my brain feeling as if it is on fire but I push through it and lay the recently removed heads on the ground and concentrate on the task at hand. Determining the gender from their facial features I create generic bodies for each and attach the heads while changing their faces so that they won't be recognized as slaves. Bring each body to life I write a quick note and leave before they wake up.

Finding another empty hut In the slums I wake up Dave and change into the form he would remember me in.

“Sup buttercup.”

His eyes widen and he swings at me with a fist.

“You!” He yells in rage.

Rolling my eyes I catch the fist and break it before reforming causing him to fall to the floor in pain.

“No, You is my Asian cousin. I’m Jacob Remember? Now I don't have a lot of time ‘Hero’ so I will give you a crash course on what has happened.”

He tries to interrupt but my glare silences him. “So a few days after we met I went to your house to hang out but you were being impersonated by a slaver and I was drugged and then caught. While being transported I escaped and lived in a forest for like two years before joining some noble lady. Traveled with her for a bit, fought some people did some sought of coming of age ceremony, fought some more, joined the adventures guild, killed a bunch of slavers, freed some slaves, got info on you, cured some plague and then I found you and now here we are.”

He looks at me with wide eyes. “You didn't sell me out?”

“If I did you think I would go through all the effort to find a free you?” The pain in my head increases suddenly starts to cause my vision to tunnel and blotches to invade my vision. I start to feel weak mentally and physically.

“What about my family… Are you ok?!” My eyes, ears, and nose start to bleed black liquid.

Collecting some of the liquid in my hand I look at it and rub it between my fingers [That's new.]

“Haha Not really. In all honesty, I’m not sure what's happening, or what will become of me, but what I do know is that I don't have a lot of time.” I say in a cheery voice while slowly sinking to my knees.

“I…” he begins

“Listen ‘Hero’ when we met I didn't know what was happening to me or what I would become but you were the first and only person to show me genuine kindness and friendship. So do me a favor and go to the adventure guildhall in the high sector and find two girls with a black and purple bird and say that Jacob sent you.”

“But what about you?” He asks in concern, which wasn't unfounded as I currently look and feel like warm shit being fuck by a chimp on speed.

I giggle “Well I'm going to set myself on fire and see what happens.”

“But…”

I summon my strength and put it into my empathy. “Leave!”

His eyes glazed over as he turns around and walks out of the door.

I close my eyes and smile slightly.

“This is going to be so much fun if I survive.” I create a bright Lilac flame in my hand as I collapse onto the floor.

“But before the fun can begin I think it's time we had a little chat Mr. Void.”