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When William pushed open the door to his home, he couldn't even understand how he had made it back. His steps felt as if they were being pulled by an unseen force, mechanically moving forward, while his mind was already mired in a chaotic swamp. The face of James, that smirking face filled with malice, along with his effortless control over everything, flashed repeatedly in William's mind, wrapping around him like a nightmare that refused to let go.
He kicked off his shoes, his body seemingly tugged by an invisible gravity as he collapsed onto the sofa. His heart raced violently in his chest, as if it wanted to burst free from his ribs. He hated—he hated James's hypocritical facade, hated how that person could manipulate everything without a shred of morality and still easily deceive everyone. But what terrified him more was how James possessed that unfathomable power. Where did this ability to alter reality and control things come from? Was he human or a demon?
William wanted to quell this fear but couldn't shake off the oppressive feeling that James instilled in him. The intertwining anger and fear plunged him into an inescapable turmoil. His fingers trembled as he picked up his phone. The moment the screen lit up, a sudden news alert popped up—once again, it was about James. That unscrupulous journalist had written another article glorifying James, exploiting his popularity to attract clicks.
A fierce anger ignited in William's eyes; he clenched his jaw tightly, his fingers gripping the phone so hard that his knuckles turned white. He understood clearly that no one in this world could comprehend James's true nature. Everyone—students, professors, the media, even the entire academic community—had been thoroughly deceived by him. To them, James was the charming professor, the embodiment of wisdom, a perfect model revered to the highest degree. But William knew that all of this was an illusion, a thin veneer hiding unimaginable darkness and evil deep within.
What frightened him most was that he was the only one who knew the truth about James. William felt as if he were being pushed into an irretrievable dead end, facing a presence more terrifying than any demon alone. He knew no one would believe what he said; even he himself didn't know how to explain it all to others.
His body began to tremble involuntarily, cold sweat soaking through his back. He looked down at the news article, and a wave of utter despair surged within him. He realized he had nowhere left to turn.
Slumped on the sofa, William felt as if countless needles were piercing through him. He knew he had to do something to expose James's evil mask. If he didn't act, James would continue to manipulate everyone without hindrance, pushing this school—and perhaps the entire world—toward an irretrievable abyss.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind—capture evidence of James's true self, record his words, and post everything online. In this age, as long as there was proof, no scandal could escape scrutiny. No matter how powerful James was, he couldn't hide in this digital era. If any incriminating evidence were made public, the power of the online world would swiftly dismantle the perfect image that James had meticulously crafted and bring him crashing down from his pedestal.
However, as William's thoughts began to settle slightly, a deeper fear surged from within him. He wasn't sure just how strong James's abilities truly were. The way James could manipulate objects and even effortlessly alter reality far exceeded William's understanding. More terrifying was how James had once openly demonstrated his mind-reading abilities, as if he could precisely peer into everyone's hearts. William worried whether every move he made was under James's control.
"What if I secretly record audio or video?" William murmured to himself. "Would James notice immediately?"
This unknown fear sent chills down his spine. With James's power, could he have already anticipated every step of William's plan? He might not even need overt actions; just standing there with a glance or a word could control everyone around him. This made William feel trapped in an unbreakable cage; every struggle seemed already foreseen by James.
He tried to think about what to do next but felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness wash over him. He knew that James wouldn't easily provide any opportunities for him to exploit and that any reckless action could come at a heavy cost. William's hands clenched into fists, palms already damp with sweat. He couldn't be sure whether he still had the courage to face that flawless smile of James and the unfathomable power behind it.
"What should I do?" William murmured, his mind filled with contradictions. He knew he had to act quickly, but he also understood that one misstep could lead to a fate more terrifying than death.
All night long, William was unable to sleep. His thoughts were like a tattered web; the more he tried to untangle them, the more chaotic they became. He repeatedly ran scenarios in his mind on how to deal with James, from gathering evidence and exposing his crimes to leveraging outside forces to reveal his true nature. Yet every plan he devised was ruthlessly dismantled by his own doubts. James's supernatural powers, mind-reading abilities, and uncanny knack for manipulating others rendered all conventional methods meaningless.
A burning anxiety consumed William as time passed, pushing his rationality to the brink. He stared blankly at the ceiling, haunted by the image of James, who seemed to mock him incessantly. Whenever he thought he had found a viable solution, James's smug face would appear in his mind, accompanied by taunting words: "Do you really think that will work?"
He felt trapped in a cycle of helplessness; whether he sought evidence, recorded conversations, or tried to enlist help from others, he always ended up at a dead end. James seemed omnipotent while William felt like a helpless beast caught in a snare—struggling yet unable to find a way out. This relentless failure began to shatter William's inner resolve; reason no longer governed his actions.
"If this bastard can manipulate everything so brazenly, then what about me? What am I supposed to do?" He suddenly sat up, fists clenched, breath quickening, and a tingling sensation coursing through his scalp.
Every thought in his mind was utterly crushed by James's power. William's world began to fragment; everything became blurred. The more he pondered, the deeper he sank into an inescapable agony. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as his eyes lost focus. He was no longer the rational professor; instead, he resembled a prey driven to madness by James.
"Reason... what reason? Reason can't deal with him!" William muttered to himself, his lips twisting into a deranged smile. His heartbeat grew louder, nearly tearing apart his chest.
In that moment, only one thought remained in William's mind—violence. All conventional methods had become futile; James's power and schemes could not be resolved through rational means. "I can't play his game..." His laughter echoed maniacally in the dark room. His eyes sparkled with a frenzied light, like a beast cornered with no escape.
"Since he can use any means necessary, so can I!" William's laughter grew louder, reverberating through the room. His hands instinctively tightened as if envisioning himself crushing James's throat.
"As long as I use violence... as long as I use violence, everything can be resolved!" His laughter spiraled out of control as primal impulses overwhelmed all reason. At that moment, William was no longer the intellectual he once was; he had transformed into a beast devoid of rationality, ready to confront James in their ultimate showdown.
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