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James walked into the classroom as usual, dressed in a fitted black shirt that exuded a mature charm. His stride was confident and composed, his eyes sparkling with boundless ambition and an air of superiority, as if he already possessed the entire world. He approached the lectern, elegantly placing his lesson plan down, and scanned the students below. The adoring gazes and the teasing smiles from the young female students were like sweet poison, intoxicating him.
James could sense that these young people were captivated not just by his knowledge, but by the commanding aura he radiated. Especially the female students, whose eyes brimmed with desire, seemed ready to fall at his feet at a mere gesture, yearning for his affection. Each time those gazes fell upon him, James's ego was greatly soothed, and his inner vanity was thoroughly satisfied.
His voice was deep and magnetic as he explained the contents of mysticism, but James knew that what the students truly heard was not textbook knowledge, but his suggestive words and the mysterious power he emanated. He could feel the subtle tension in the classroom, filled with youthful passion and a thirst for the unknown; he reveled in this atmosphere, experiencing immense pleasure.
"Do you know?" James's tone rose slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "In this world, those who can truly control their destiny are never reason or science; it is those unseen forces, those powers from the darkness." He paused for a moment, his gaze piercing as it swept across the room, observing the students whose eyes glimmered with confusion and admiration. His smile grew more sinister.
"When you truly understand these forces, the rules of this world will no longer bind you." He casually tossed out this statement, his voice laced with irresistible temptation.
The students were momentarily transfixed, silence enveloping the classroom as he held sway over everything. This feeling filled James with ecstasy; it was as if the entire world lay within his grasp. This supreme power made him tremble with excitement. He could clearly sense that as time passed, his influence was growing stronger; this not only satisfied his thirst for knowledge but also immersed him in the thrill of that power.
However, James knew that this was not enough. Standing here overlooking these young souls, he craved more deep within. He did not just want to control this classroom or this school; he wanted to dominate this city, this country, even the entire world. Nothing could stop him. His goal was to trample everyone and everything beneath his feet, making the whole world bow to his strength.
"I want to be stronger; I want more power," James calculated silently in his mind as an uncontrollable ambition surged within him. He understood that this was just the beginning. The power of the Blood Moon was enhancing him; he was steadily climbing to the peak of authority, and ultimately, he would become the sole master of the world.
His smile grew more arrogant as his heart brimmed with expectations and plans for the future. Next, he would transcend all boundaries and fearlessly push forward with his ambitions, dragging the entire world into his control.
Just as James finished his class and prepared to leave the lectern, a throng of students surged toward him, surrounding him completely. Their eyes sparkled with admiration and enthusiasm as they eagerly sought to converse with this mysterious and charismatic professor; even a fleeting brush against him seemed like it could become their topic of conversation for an entire day.
"Professor, could you explain the details of that ritual we just discussed?"
"Professor James, can we set up a time to discuss other topics in mysticism?"
"Professor, do you really believe that mystical powers exist?"
Questions surged towards James like a tidal wave, countless voices intertwining in his ears. A faint smile graced his face, projecting an air of calm and elegance as he casually nodded, acknowledging the inquiries as if he were exchanging sparks of thought with these young minds. Yet, deep inside, he was already filled with a sense of satisfaction from this feeling of control over everything.
Among the crowd, several female students reached out to touch James's arm, as if he were some kind of idol. Their eyes sparkled with a desire that went beyond mere thirst for knowledge; it was an infatuation with James himself. Their fingers brushed lightly against his sleeve, and the brief contact felt like a sacred tribute, an attempt to absorb his essence.
"Professor, may I take a photo with you?" one girl nearly pressed against him, her voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.
James's smile remained unchanged, but he had to slow his pace. This general education class was incredibly popular, with hundreds of students nearly filling the room, crowding around the podium like sardines. As more students gathered, James felt a wave of pressure. He attempted to slowly navigate through the throng, but the crowd only grew denser.
"Professor! Professor! Please tell us more!"
"Could we arrange a time to discuss this privately?"
These young people kept closing in on him, their hands reaching out as if trying to grasp even a fragment of his presence. James spoke polite words softly, smiling all the while, but internally he pondered how to extricate himself gracefully. He understood that such adoration and following could be intoxicating on the surface; however, if he couldn't maintain a proper distance, it could quickly become overwhelming.
He raised a hand slightly to signal for some space, but the students' enthusiasm showed no signs of waning as they continued to swarm around him. James's smile remained plastered on his face while he secretly plotted his escape. His once graceful steps felt heavy now, yet his gaze remained steady, concealing any hint of impatience.
Amidst the crowd, he sensed an uncontrollable fervor spreading around him; this blind worship and obsession were precisely what he had cultivated. He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling satisfied yet aware that this was far from his destination.
In the midst of the throng, an inconspicuous figure slowly advanced. Wearing a low-profile baseball cap that obscured most of his face and dressed in a dark coat that made him appear particularly ordinary, he would have gone unnoticed. However, anyone who caught sight of his eyes would see bloodshot orbs filled with madness and despair, as if consumed by endless darkness. His breathing was rapid and erratic; each step carried an undeniable tension and resolve.
That man was William.
His hand trembled slightly as a short knife slipped from his sleeve, its sharp blade glinting ominously. This moment had been long awaited; frenzied thoughts had spiraled endlessly in his mind. The throng of students infatuated with James provided the perfect cover for him. The demon—James—stood at the podium basking in the adoration of countless gazes; in such a setting, it would be impossible for him to wield those fearsome powers easily. William knew this was his only chance.
He took a deep breath, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, his mind echoing with hatred and fear towards James. James had destroyed everything he held dear, robbing him of his rightful status and reputation, even manipulating the perceptions of the entire school and the world. No one saw the evil in James; no one believed him. Only he knew that James was a monster capable of anything. And now, it was finally his turn.
"I will end this," William whispered silently to himself.
He moved closer, seemingly oblivious to the throngs of people around him, his heart focused solely on one target—James. The crazed expression on his face was like a taut rubber band, ready to snap at any moment. Every muscle in his body was coiled to its limit, as if he were a powder keg about to explode.
Just two steps away from James, William raised the knife, its blade hidden within his sleeve, unnoticed by anyone around him. His breathing grew more rapid, cold sweat beading on his forehead. With this thrust, he could end James's life and put an end to this hellish nightmare.
He closed the distance quickly, his eyes filled with madness and resentment, ready to plunge the knife into James's back.
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