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Purple Man, considering himself elegant, approached Makima and Lionel's table, smiling as he said, "Beautiful lady, may I buy you a coffee?"
Makima's nose twitched; there was a strange component in the air, and Lionel's abnormality was likely caused by this man in purple.
"This component can control those who inhale it. He originally intended to control me."
As the Control Devil, Makima instantly analyzed Purple Man's ability; control could only be considered a subordinate ability to her own dominion.
Purple Man, at this moment, had not yet realized that his control had not worked, and even his ability had been thoroughly understood by Makima.
"Come, beauty, walk with me. I will satisfy you well afterward!"
"And this doll is too ugly, what kind of ghost design is this? What is this kid's aesthetic? I'll buy you a maid outfit, and you can change into it for me to see!"
Saying this, Purple Man reached out to grab the Annabelle doll placed on the table; he wanted to throw away this terribly ugly doll.
As soon as he grabbed Annabelle, Purple Man felt himself in the snowy plains of Siberia. A biting cold wind blew across his body. Blurry shadows appeared in his vision. Rubbing his eyes, Purple Man saw the white shadows clearly: they were polar bears, the largest land carnivores. They pounced on Purple Man, tearing at his flesh.
"Ah—!"
Purple Man shrieked, letting go of Annabelle's hand. The illusion before him also vanished. Annabelle didn't like Purple Man's recent description of her and decided to teach him a lesson.
"Phew—, what happened?" Purple Man looked at his hands, bewildered.
Despite experiencing such a bizarre event, Purple Man did not forget his objective.
"Beauty, walk with me!" Saying this, Purple Man reached out to grab Makima's shoulder.
Makima put down her spoon, the gentle smile she had while talking to Lionel vanished. She turned her head to look at Purple Man, her expression now only indifferent.
Purple Man's outstretched hand suddenly froze.
Makima's gaze fell upon him—that look was like ten thousand tons of cold iron, instantly crushing him into a deep abyss called "presumption." All his desires for control, all his self-importance, shattered into dust before those golden eyes.
He felt like an old ledger roughly opened, every dirty thought pierced and nailed down by that gaze. The monarch on the throne spoke no words, but the icy judgment was already branded into his bones, proclaiming that the power he relied on—the core of his twisted soul—was being ground to ashes inch by inch by a higher "dominance."
Red liquid dripped onto the sleeve of the purple suit on his outstretched arm. Purple Man looked down; it was blood. He touched his nose; at some point, blood had flowed from his nostrils.
"Stand still," an emotionless voice emanated from Makima.
Purple Man found that his body was no longer under his control, moving according to the commands of the red-haired beauty—no, the red-haired devil—before him.
Lionel knew this man in the purple suit was in trouble. He had realized earlier that his dizziness was this purple-suited man's doing, but this guy actually went straight for Makima and even provoked Annabelle, the evil spirit. He was truly having a stroke of luck.
Makima asked, "What's your name?"
"Zebediah Killgrave, codenamed Purple Man."
"What do you do?"
"I was a Yugoslav spy before. Now I don't need to work. I will be the future God."
Purple Man was terrified. His body was completely out of his control, and like a question-and-answer machine, he answered whatever the woman in front of him asked. This was truly bizarre and terrifying.
Purple Man had hit a wall again, but this time it wouldn't be as easy to get away as it was with Kingpin.
Makima deliberately kept Purple Man's self-awareness intact; she wanted him to experience what it felt like to be controlled by someone else.
"Heh, the future God. How did you get your ability?"
Purple Man's body still spoke without reservation: "During a mission, I went to a U.S. military Base to steal neuro-experimental gas. The gas canister was accidentally broken, and I was engulfed by the gas. When I woke up, I had my current ability to control others through speech."
At this moment, Jessica walked over with coffee. Makima glanced at her, "Stop."
Jessica stopped in place, holding the coffee.
Makima looked at Jessica and asked, "What's going on with this woman?"
Purple Man's body spoke his thoughts verbatim: "She is Jessica Jones, a woman I just found on the street. She will become an outlet for me, just like you."
Purple Man's consciousness was already screaming, "Don't say all my thoughts out loud! This woman is so terrifying, I'm going to die!"
"Hahaha!" Makima chuckled, as if she had heard something particularly amusing.
"Very interesting thought. Wake up." Makima lifted Purple Man's control over Jessica.
Purple Man got his coffee, as the now conscious Jessica splashed the entire latte onto his face.
"Scum! Ptooey!" Jessica spat on Purple Man's face.
She had memories of being controlled by Purple Man and understood what this pervert intended to do to her. Jessica wanted to give Purple Man a few punches to make him spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed, but considering it was a public place, she held back for now.
Lionel then discovered that Purple Man also had an Entry, and it was in a readable state.
Entry—Hypnosis: This hypnosis can be proper or improper. You can hypnotize and control some people, but those with strong willpower are likely to break free.
"What an improper Entry, truly Purple Man!" Lionel had recognized this not-so-minor villain from the Marvel Universe, Purple Man, when he introduced himself earlier.
His ability was to control others through speech, essentially by his skin producing a chemical that spreads within a certain range. Once absorbed by the skin, these chemicals allow people to be controlled by Purple Man's words.
His most famous act was probably controlling Jewel, Jessica Jones, for several months, causing immense physical and mental devastation and humiliation to her.
"However, it's a bit strange. People controlled by Makima also meet the requirements for extracting Entries. Is it because Makima was summoned by me, and her actions are attributed to me, or is it some other reason?" Lionel couldn't figure it out for now and needed to conduct more tests and experiments.
He reached out and patted Purple Man, extracting the not-so-useful Entry—Hypnosis from him. The ability of hypnosis was certainly not as good as Makima's control ability, but it was better than nothing.
Jessica faced Makima and Lionel, saying, "Thank you both. My name is Jessica Jones, and I appreciate you saving me from this pervert. I can't imagine what this pervert would have done to me if I hadn't met you!"
"No need to thank us. My name is Makima."
"My name is Lionel."
Lionel, who had already extracted the Entry, asked Makima, "What do you plan to do with this Purple Man?"
"Let him travel the World!"