[Suggestion: Failed]
'As expected,' I muttered to myself as heard notification.
"You're so unlucky," I shook my head as if I was looking at dead person.
"W— What do you mean?" He stuttered.
"You could have just been an obedient piece of shit and become my mindless puppet. But you're mind power is too high that I have to completely destroy your mind first." I shook my head in disappointment for the additional effort that I had to put in.
"N— No, wait please. I can serve you…" He pleaded but before he could say anything more, his vision changed, and he found himself on a court room.
He stood at the defendant's stand, facing a jury composed of faceless individuals. Each juror represented a facet of his conscience, judging him for his sins.
And there, sitting on the judge's seat, was yours truly – me, the self-proclaimed god of dreams, enjoying the show with a mischievous grin.
"Is this an illusion?" he questioned.
