Sasori Puppet Mastery Novels & Stories

"You’re not absorbing the field. You’re feeding it back." Sora didn't walk; he surged. Every step left a blackened footprint on the sterile floor. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the metal console, his fingers melting through the alloy as if it were wax. The high-frequency hum emitting from his body reached a pitch that made Aidan’s ears bleed. "You wanted a weapon, Aidan," Sora said. His voice was no longer a single tone, but a layered, mechanical growl. "But you forgot that weapons don't have masters. They only have targets."

When Caspian came closer to check, he found that there was a wooden PUPPET inside each of the nine flowers. The puppet was very agile and intelligent. It was only one step away from becoming an avatar. In Caspian's meditation, the Desperate Young Master added another person's spirit to cultivate the Sword Slave. The reason why he did this was that he had no way to cultivate a better doll. If he suddenly used his Divine Soul or blood to merge with it, it might have a negative effect.

“We can present you with a technique for cultivating your soul. The Soul Marionette Technique will allow you to control Cacus directly after you’ve practiced it.” “What?” Tyr was taken aback, and he subconsciously drew back the aura he had released to the outside world. “What did you just say?” he inquired as he approached the Great Guardian. The great guardian felt a lot more relaxed now that the oppressive aura was no longer tormenting him. “Mighty Master, the reason Cacus can become immortal after losing his body is that he has a method of cultivating the soul,” he said, still sweating profusely. “This method can also be used to manipulate puppets. We’ve seen it before with our own eyes.

I then grinned sheepishly, “I may have looked you up while we were eating dinner.” He chuckled, “No worries, I don’t blame you one bit. Yeah, I can control people. My ability is mental, though. It also requires eye contact. If you have a wolf with a strong enough shield they can block me, but this Puppet master is different. Their control isn’t mental, it’s physical. It’s sick, really. There’s a reason I only use my ability during emergencies. Taking away someone’s free will is a violation.” Luna Lilac lowered her voice to a whisper, one so quiet I had to lean in just to make out her words.

As for the others, don't ask how they feel so embarrassed to see the closeness that they don't know about the situation, but in their hearts, they are unified and feel relieved because the couple can once again survive the breakup. "For now your relationship can be safe, but I don't know what will happen to your relationship in the future if my cousin can no longer control himself to seize Azkia," Jessie thought. Jessie smiled wryly when she remembered her cousin, who is currently undergoing treatment due to being too obsessed with Azkia. Yesterday, her cousin even ordered a human robot that was made very similar to Azkia. After she was tired of dozens of Azkia statues because she couldn't s

Young master Chapter 19 "Master, is it true what I heard earlier?" asked Don Lee to confirm. "You think I'm bragging?" snapped Jeremy. The man is now increasingly difficult to control his emotions. His heart was anxious, thinking about his wife's critical condition. Don Lee's phone rang, Don Lee's men called him, the old man quickly answered the call. "Master, Mr. Roberto's corpse is very hot and smoky." "What? You don't lie! There's no way a corpse can smoky."

In an instant, experts in Higurashi Shrine were all woken up by this voice. The older generation of expert swordsmen, who were sleeping in the shrine and secretly cultivating, all opened their eyes. Mr. Sasaki, who was sent flying, was stunned with his eyes widened. His name was Toro Sasaki. He was Aoda Sasaki’s grandson. Toro didn’t think the people who came would be brave enough to call his grandfather out like that. One ought to know that his grandfather was already Higurashi’s number one expert a few decades ago. Moreover, he was known as the first swordsman in Japan. Many people had died under Toro’s grandfather’s blade.

He seemed better than before. She stared at his face for some time and again she thought about the particular person she used to call Master. Could they ever be like this? Yes, they could be only if he had given her the respect she craved for. The respect she got from Sinister. She did like Sinister from the first time she saw him in the orphanage but it wasn’t love. It was just a momentary liking. And she knew if her master would be like him. Gentle, respectful, and the one who could consider her as human and not a play toy she would give up to him with her consent.

He still possessed the enlightenment of a stage-nine martial god. If he used superior-quality pills along with his top-grade Spiritual Energy Gathering Formation to recuperate, it would take less than three to four months to get it back. A gold-level zombie puppet could only be refined with a corpse that had already achieved martial nirvana and was not too destroyed. The best person to control it was a martial god. The more powerful, the better. Orlando was a Formation Master, which made him lacking when it came to one-to-one combats. He had not been able to gather all the suitable ingredients to refine a gold-level zombie puppet for the past hundred years.

Constantine leaned in closer to Baros, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Baros, my dear, as we perform this spell, I want you to ensure that it binds not only my powers but also the loyalty of the men I've sired. I want them to be my devoted servants, my private army, ready to carry out my every command." Baros nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "That's a delicate manipulation of the spell, Constantine. It's not just about power; it's about controlling their wills without them realizing it."