Now, I know what you all are probably thinking, "Taylor, didn’t you tell us that your Coersion Skill couldn’t go against the Will of a target? So how is it you can force someone to kill themself." And well, there’s a pretty simple answer.
As you know, there are specific requirements for my skill, but there is one thing I have shown to be able to do in a manner that skirts these requirements, and it revolves around how much PC I pump into the commands.
Since we know the physical effect my skill has on the brain of a person, it is not that difficult to assume I’d be able to attack specific points of the brain, and by unleashing a mass amount of particles into particular regions, I can, to an extent, circumvent the person’s Will.
I say to an extent because it’s not an exact science; however, since I don’t have any means to map or get real-time scans of the target’s brain, I am basically shooting Particle beams while blind, still, given the fact that I had been manipulating the driver for a few hours by this point, it wasn’t that difficult to achieve what I wanted.
Realistically speaking, even when the effects of my skill eventually wore off, he would probably be left half brain dead, almost lobotomized in the first place with how forceful I had been in highjacking his brain, so all I did was expedite the process, something I would only ever do to people I planned on disposing of.
Basically, there was no way in hell I would do this to someone I was trying to turn into a puppet, but that didn’t mean I had no options for getting rid of loose ends with my Talent.
Still, it took nearly my entire reserve of PC to get the desired effect, yet when I turned around and looked at my two slaves, I noticed that Renni, in particular, was a little freaked out by what I had done.
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"Don’t go acting soft on me; he saw my face and knew I came here; that in itself more than warrants his death, and instead of throwing his car and body into my inventory, it is merely a means to clean him up." Shrugging my shoulders, I brushed past the shocked Renni as the town car sped away from the mansion and out the front gate.
After that little incident was resolved, I soon met again with Renni’s family, all of whom had packed their bags and were ready to leave the mansion forever.
Unfortunately, for them, it would be without a large chunk of their material wealth or even the memories of owning such things; for the rest of the night, I set out on a mission to wipe every trace of this place and my existence from their memories, a task which proved to be quite time-consuming.
Without the aid of my more powerful skills that I could unlock and learn upon reaching Gamma Rank, or even a few from the Beta Rank, if I wished to wash their memories, instead of using a magical approach, I would instead need to take a more medical or scientific one.
Going one by one, person by person, I would ask them a series of questions, allowing their minds to focus on specific memory clusters; then, using a combination of Telepathy, and Coersion, I would separate those memories and, for lack of a better word, short circuit the electrical currents they were formed from by using my Particles like a scalpel.
It was a delicate and annoying procedure that took hours to complete. Still, once it was done for everyone except Renni’s father, I sent them on their way with a few short Coersion Commands before setting my sights on the Patriarch of the Harrington family.
Sitting in the center of the living room after pulling up one of the chairs to face the couch, I was close enough to Howard to have both hands resting against his temples as I went to work, copying every one of his important memories into my imagination library.
Within minutes, I had dozens of books lining a row of empty shelves filled with all the dastardly deeds the man had committed in his lifetime, which I could use as a reference in my plans, many of which involved government secrets he had learned over the years to blackmail officials.
’Well, it looks like I won’t have to go down to the realtor’s office and wipe out the traces of his family living here as, in the first place, they were using false names to purchase the mansion and land.’ I thought as I dropped my hands and crossed my arms over my chest.
’Instead of sending Howard off like the rest of his family, I can use him to falsify the necessary documents and make it appear, on paper at least, that my Jetson family has lived here for years….’
Roughly two hours later, around midnight, Howard finally left my clutches and set off to execute the tasks I had imprinted on his mind, ones that would disappear once he finished, thanks to a small number of particles I had left in his head in reserve to wipe out the memories at the right moment.
With all that done, I finally relaxed in my chair with my eyes closed and face pointed up at the ceiling; however, it was at the very moment that I closed my eyes that I felt a damn cloth wiping at my forehead and cheeks.
"I take it you completed all you wanted to with my family?" Renni’s childish voice reached my ears, earning a small grunt of acknowledgment from me.
"I see….and what about me? What am I to do?" I finished up, cleaning my face; Renni took a step back and waited for me to respond.
"*Inhale* well, this mansion is now my London base of operations; I generally have one in the most important cities in the world; however, this one just happened to be the first in this timeline; regardless, someone needs to take care of the place in my absence."