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As the Blood Moon Society's influence grew within the campus, James's reputation quietly soared. After becoming the Department Chair, the prestige that once circulated only in academic circles rapidly spread to every corner of the university. Whether at student council meetings, academic lectures, or various external seminars, James's name consistently emerged as a focal point of discussion. When people spoke of this wise and charismatic professor, their tone was always laced with deep respect and admiration, as if he were an irreplaceable leader in academia.
At this moment, the current president's term was nearing its end. According to university regulations, a president could serve a maximum of two terms, totaling eight years, and this outgoing president was preparing for a dignified retirement after his tenure. Once the news broke, speculation about the next presidential candidate quickly circulated both on and off campus. In various informal discussions and online polls, James's name consistently topped the list. His impeccable resume, outstanding academic research, and excellent performance as Department Chair made him the undeniable favorite in everyone's eyes. Even though the university had yet to officially announce any candidates, calls for James to succeed as president surged like a tidal wave.
In public settings, James always maintained a humble demeanor. When asked if he would consider running for president, he would smile and shake his head dismissively, appearing disinterested. "I am merely a scholar who loves research," he often said, his tone filled with modesty and nonchalance. "Being able to focus on my studies is my greatest satisfaction. The position of president carries significant responsibilities that may not suit my personality." His gentle smile and easygoing attitude almost convinced people of his reluctance. Many privately admired his indifference to fame and fortune, believing him to be a trustworthy leader; after all, someone who did not chase power was more deserving of it.
Yet these words were merely another carefully crafted facade for James. He understood that appropriate humility could win him more goodwill and support; the more he feigned disinterest in power, the more those who held voting rights would see him as an exceptional candidate. Despite his outwardly casual demeanor and disdain for fame, deep down he secretly reveled in it all and felt a sense of satisfaction at how smoothly everything was progressing. Ascending to the presidency was just the next move in his grand plan, and it was crucial that he executed it steadily and impressively.
In those unseen moments, James often found himself alone in his office, gazing out at the campus scenery with a faint smile playing on his lips. He imagined that when he became president, the imposing building at the center of campus—the spacious and lavish presidential office—would become his true domain. He would sit behind that desk symbolizing power, overlooking the entire campus while controlling every person and every matter. He would make those who had once doubted or belittled him regret their actions, while the Blood Moon Society's influence would expand even further with his rise to power, permeating throughout academia. For him, becoming president was merely a higher starting point—a gateway to broader power and influence.
James knew very well that this school, its faculty and students, even this vibrant academic atmosphere were merely parts of his grander scheme for the future. The presidency would not only allow him to legitimately control the operations of the entire institution but also provide him with more resources to strengthen the Blood Moon Society's influence—drawing those untouched by darkness into an endless web of conspiracy one by one. All he needed was to step up to that highest position gradually and then seize control at an unimaginable speed.
Whenever he thought about this, James's smile deepened. He understood that no matter how current circumstances shifted, his influence had already taken root in secret; he just needed to push forward a few more steps before the power he had long desired would effortlessly fall into his hands. He murmured softly to himself: "Ruling this school is just the beginning..." A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes as if he could already foresee those who had once attempted to oppose him disappearing silently from his future plans.
Soon enough, calls for James to run for president spread like wildfire across campus. Initially sparked by a few students discussing their admiration for him during breaks and hoping he would lead the school towards further development, these conversations quickly evolved into public advocacy. Countless students spontaneously voiced their support on major campus forums, actively urging James to participate in the upcoming presidential selection process. Posts supporting James flooded online platforms; some students even compiled lengthy lists detailing his achievements in academia and management while emphasizing that he was the best leader for the school's future.
"Professor James possesses an impeccable academic background and leadership skills; his care for students and passion for scholarship are evident to us all. If he is willing to become president, our school will usher in an even brighter future!" Such sentiments became ubiquitous online as students exchanged supportive messages about James. Some enthusiastic students even formed groups to hold offline petition drives encouraging more people to join their cause. They not only actively commented on internal school forums but also initiated discussions across various social media platforms, turning the situation into quite a spectacle.
As enthusiasm continued to rise, email inboxes across different departments began filling up with numerous messages. These emails were no longer routine administrative documents or complaints; they were passionate letters of recommendation urging James to run for president. They praised James's outstanding qualities while emphasizing that he represented the best choice for embodying the school's image. Some letters elaborated extensively over several pages with heartfelt tones expressing fervent hopes for James’s election. These letters piled up like mountains—an undeniable sight that no one encountering them could ignore.
This wave of enthusiasm caught the administration’s attention as well. Even though James had not publicly expressed any intention to run, student fervor had already made him the center of campus discussion. One evening, as sunset rays streamed through his office window, the current president decided it was time for a personal conversation with James. This seasoned leader wore a serious expression; complex emotions flickered in his eyes—somewhat weary yet eager.
"Professor James," he began as he took a seat in James's office; although his tone was gentle, it carried an unmistakable weight of expectation. "I know you have always been indifferent to fame and fortune and prefer focusing on academic research instead; however, you must be aware of the current situation. Students—and even many faculty members—hope you will step forward and take on this responsibility. Their regard for you is not only recognition of your personal merits but also a reward for your contributions over these years."
James smiled slightly, his expression calm and composed. He listened quietly to the principal's words, showing no signs of emotion in his eyes. Even though he felt a quiet sense of pride at how smoothly everything was going, he maintained a humble demeanor. "Principal, I am truly undeserving of your praise. I have merely fulfilled my responsibilities; how could I possibly bear such an important role?" His tone was gentle and serene, as if he genuinely believed he was unfit for the position.
However, the principal was not swayed by his modesty; instead, he appeared even more sincere and resolute. "James, this is not about whether you want it or not; it concerns the future of the entire school. You can feel the enthusiasm from everyone—the letters, the students voicing their support online—they are not just empty words. They truly believe in you and trust that you can lead the school to new heights. Even within our school board, many members consider you the most suitable candidate. If you were to step forward, it would bring comfort and joy to everyone."
Upon hearing this, James nodded gently, a hint of contemplation flickering in his eyes. Although he continued to feign reluctance, he felt a profound sense of satisfaction and delight from the principal's words. Everything was unfolding just as he had planned—from the spontaneous support of the students to the principal's personal visit—each moment revealed a broader gateway to power opening before him. He understood that what he needed to do now was play his part well and gradually steer everything in a direction favorable to him.
"Principal, if that is truly the case... then I will consider it carefully," James finally spoke, his tone laced with a touch of hesitation that perfectly conveyed hope. "I need some time to think it over, but if it is indeed for the future of the school... then I will not refuse this responsibility."
Upon hearing this, a relieved smile spread across the principal's face. He patted James on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I believe your decision will not disappoint anyone." Little did he know that within this seemingly ordinary office, a covert power play was quietly unfolding, and behind James's calm facade lay boundless ambition and schemes. For James, ruling this school was merely a small step in his grand blueprint; now, all he had to do was wait for this power to fall into his hands willingly.
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