Novel & Cerita Absolute Hypnosis In Another World Manhwa

"You know I can hear your thoughts." Moriah's mind went blank hearing upon that voice, every time he heard that he felt like he was being hypnotized, handing it the possession of his soul and mind. He spontaneously knelt down on the mosaic floor and brought his hands together in front of his chest as prayers, inclining his head deeply. "F-forgive m-me, My L-lord," he whispered.

Everything went dark. The world fell silent. ⸻ “Oh my God…” I gasped for air. There wasn’t even time to assess where I was—I just clung to the body holding me like my life depended on it. Because it did. I wrapped my legs and arms around the angel of Hell as tightly as I could. “I’m sorry you’re so slow to grasp things without hypnosis,” he said, “but if I have to show you what you could be experiencing… then fine, baby, I’ll show you.”

My breathing, which was once fast and panicked now began to slow, the smell of this man seemed to lull me into a hypnotic state that for the life of me, I couldn’t break free but funnily enough, I had no desire to do such a thing. “You belong to me little one… the world beyond me no longer exists for you anymore. You will remain at my side from this day forward… for eternity.” His dark and possessive words seemed to pull me deeper into the spell he was casting, the sparks which erupted all over my face the moment he placed that that large hand of his to rest gently upon my cheek were mesmerising.

Each groan he let out was a protest that immediately surrendered into a whimper of pleasure, the boundaries of his selfhood disintegrating under the overwhelming saturation of Anji’s presence. He Sanaa began to hum a slow, discordant tune, moving into the room to watch the rhythm of the collapse. He noticed how Anji’s movements had become detached—mechanical, cold, and immensely powerful. The young man who had been terrified of his own shadow in the company archives was dead. What stood here was a beacon, a black hole around which everything—even hatred—orbited in submission. "Watch the pupils," Sanaa whispered to himself, taking a sip of scotch. "Total neural entrainment. The frontal lobe i

“The only pure thing I ever touched. That’s why your marrow is the final key. Once I have the stabilization from your blood, the instability ends. I will be the permanent Apex. I will be the God of the New World.” I clawed at his wrist, my boots kicking uselessly at his chest, which felt as solid as lead. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were burning, my vision tunneling into a single point of violet light. “You… have… nothing… left,” I choked out, my fingers searching for the obsidian pendant.

I clutched my head, gasping for air. Kayhan’s voice began to fade, sounding like he was shouting from the bottom of a well. “Manolya? Manolya, talk to me!” The world tilted forty-five degrees. I couldn’t hold on to the railing. I couldn’t hold on to reality. Everything went black, but the blackness was hot. “Manolya! Answer me!” I hit the deck with a dull thud. My muscles locked, my body betraying me as I began to convulse against the teak wood. I felt my eyes roll back, the bright blue sky vanishing into white.

The distorted images and pictograms almost seemed to shiver and pulse with some sort of alien, hypnotic rhythm the longer my eyes bored into them. I froze, transfixed as reality itself took on a wavering, liquid quality around the fringes of the mural's circumference. It was as if the boundaries separating this crumbling room and the impossibility realm depicted in those flowing images grew ever more permeable by the second. 'c'mon, Luna! Keep your focus!' Ria's insistent snarling finally broke the creeping trance. 'Why are you letting yourself get hypnotized by some dusty old doodles?' Blinking hard, I managed to tear my gaze away with tangible effort, the strange distortions immediately di

My chest heaving rapidly, falling and rising while my heart hammered so loudly in my ears. He only laughed at my futile attempts, leaning even closer. His cold lips pressed on my forehead, placing a light kiss while caressing my face in such a delicate manner. A shudder of revulsion swirled down my spine, silently praying that the mattress I laid on would swallow me whole and take me away from this desolate place. “Bye, my angel, for now,” he whispered before he leaned away. Only then, I feel relieved. However, the world around me begins to warp, distorting as though being sucked into a black hole. The man who had been standing next to my bed vanished into thin air, and then all of a sudden

As Amani’s fangs sank into Malakai’s flesh, a sudden jolt of energy surged through her, stronger than anything she’d felt before. It was as if the world around her blurred for a moment, then dissolved entirely, leaving her in a place that was neither here nor there—a space beyond time, beyond reality. Her vision swirled with brilliant colors, then settled, revealing an ethereal scene.

Chapter 4 … … Upon opening his eyes, the whole world was blurry and dark for him, he felt that he had drown into an abyss of hell. His chest was tight as if a heavy elephant was stomping on it. His wound was aching as if he was stabbed thousands of times. His body felt light and powerless as if his soul was departing from it. He could not hear. He could not see. He could not feel. “Mr. White Man…” he could hear a voice calling, trying to bring him out of his abyss “Mr. White Man… Mr. White Man… Can you hear me? If you are alive say yes, if you are dead say no! Mr. White Man!”