Chapter 108: A Name

From the very first day Lannor arrived in this fantastical world, what terrified him most had never been grotesque monsters, swift werewolves, or vampires.

It had been curses.

Spirits.

And ... mental manipulation.

Physical monsters never truly unsettled him.

Back then he could barely overpower a chicken, but in his previous world, who had not seen artillery fire or live ammunition drills on television?

Lannor possessed none of those things himself, yet in those ignorant first days after crossing into this dangerous world, he still instinctively regarded the military power of his homeland as if it somehow belonged to him as well.

It was one of the few things that granted him even fleeting comfort.

And because of that, the non-physical horrors became the things he loathed most.

Back in his old world, death was simply death.

Here, merely looking at the state of wandering spirits made Lannor feel that if he were ever to die, he should at least try not to die with too much resentment in his heart.

The wailing spirits lingering in the human world sounded as though they were being tortured every moment of every day.

And as for the spells capable of twisting and overriding a person’s free will entirely ... Those were enough to make one’s blood run cold.

His previous world had produced no shortage of stories about useless men who gained mind-control powers and proceeded to live outrageously pleasant lives.

But no one wanted to become the victim.

Or the background extra.

So under crushing anxiety, Lannor and Mentos had designed several mental defense contingencies together.

After becoming a witcher and gradually learning the common knowledge surrounding supernatural forces, most of those plans had been discarded.

Looking back now, the abandoned ones had been little more than castles in the air.

The fantasies of amateurs.

Still, a few remained.

Just in case.

Mental Defense Protocol Three existed specifically to counter visual mediums capable of influencing the mind.