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James's heart raced, and the scene before him made it impossible to concentrate. He felt an intense aversion to any contact with that dried, human face, yet a deep curiosity and desire for the secrets within the book compelled him to continue. His thoughts were chaotic, but he knew that no matter how terrifying this book was, he had to turn the pages and uncover what lay hidden inside. It was the only way to free himself from confusion, even though doing so filled him with disgust.
James's right hand trembled slightly as his fingertips hesitated near the dried face. The twisted, cracked skin seemed to be waiting for his touch. When his fingertip finally brushed against the edge of that face, a cold sensation surged through his fingers like electricity, reaching deep into his mind. In that instant, a low whisper suddenly echoed in James's head.
The voice was sinister and deep, like a murmur from the depths of hell, swirling around in his mind. The words were indistinct, reminiscent of an ancient language he could not comprehend, yet they carried an undeniable power, filled with a sense of oppression. The whispers grew clearer, as if invisible fingers were plucking at his soul, suggesting that these voices were resonating with him in some unspoken way.
"You... are quite a choice..." the whisper cooed, laced with an eerie delight, as if some malevolent entity had taken an interest in James. "Selfish... greedy... full of desire..."
James's breath quickened suddenly, and his eyes widened in shock. He felt that these voices were not mere random murmurs but were specifically directed at him, as if they had seen into every dark corner of his heart. The evil whispers seemed to read his soul, exposing his most secret and unacknowledged nature.
"You crave more... not just academic achievement," the whisper continued, its tone filled with a strange admiration, as if it believed James was precisely the person it sought. "You desire power, control over everything... you do not care about others' opinions because you know you are destined to stand above them."
These words struck at the deepest desires within James. He felt unable to refute them because the whispers articulated the truth hidden deep within him. Despite having long tried to suppress these thoughts and present himself as a humble scholar, he was filled with a longing for power and control. He knew he was smarter than others and deserved more glory and influence.
"You are just that kind of person—selfish, greedy, immensely arrogant... and we like you this way," the whisper grew closer, like an ancient evil spirit whispering in James's ear with a sinister smile. "You do not care about others' lives; you only wish to rise higher... You desire everything, don't you?"
James's hands trembled as cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He could not escape this whisper; it coiled around his mind like a venomous snake, gradually eroding his sanity. His heartbeat quickened as the evil voice became impossible to ignore.
"That's right..." a corner of his mind suddenly responded, as if infected by that voice.
He felt an inexplicable pull drawing him deeper into the book's pages, igniting a desire to explore the hidden dark powers within. Though fear still lingered within him, the whispers had awakened a longing that burned fiercely like a rekindled fire.
James's inner self responded to that whisper; although he was not fully aware of it himself, the book seemed to sense his yearning and recognition. Just as he realized this connection, the book appeared to come alive. The pages began to turn on their own accord, manipulated by an unseen force; they fluttered rapidly through the air as if being stirred by some invisible hand.
James's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold before him. The pages of the book flipped at an astonishing speed, one after another, seemingly without any order, as if the contents were eager to reveal themselves to him. Each page shimmered with strange symbols and curses, flashing before his eyes so quickly that he couldn't grasp their specific meanings, yet they all emanated a strong aura of malevolence.
"This... this can't be happening..." James whispered, unable to tear his gaze away. Instinctively, he reached out to control the book, trying to press the pages down, but it seemed entirely beyond his grasp. No matter how hard he tried, his hands could not hold back the rapidly turning pages; they were propelled by some unseen force, completely disregarding his intentions.
The symbols within the book grew increasingly complex and bizarre, each one etched into his mind as if they belonged to no language he recognized. They intertwined into vague images, carrying an ancient and sinister meaning. He couldn't comprehend their specific significance, yet he sensed they were relentlessly conveying some incredible power to him.
"Damn it... stop!" James shouted anxiously, attempting to close the book, but its power far exceeded his control. The pages continued to flip incessantly, even faster now, as if it had a life of its own and a will of its own, urgently imparting knowledge to James.
Just as James's fingers were about to close the book, a surge of evil energy suddenly shot into his mind like lightning. He felt a violent jolt, a sharp pain in his head as if some unknown knowledge was forcibly injected into his thoughts. He leaned back abruptly, nearly losing his balance, instinctively bracing himself against the table to stay upright.
However, that dark and malevolent knowledge had already taken root deep within his mind. It flooded in at an alarming rate, overwhelming his thoughts like a torrent. James's eyes glazed over; his vision became blurred and chaotic. This knowledge was not merely words or symbols; it was an ancient incantation, a curse, even a distorted understanding of how the world operated. It was profoundly dark and destructive, leaving James unable to bear its weight.
"Ah... no... stop..." James croaked, clutching his head as if he were being torn apart by this invisible force. He struggled desperately to break free, but the knowledge continued to pour in, eroding his sanity and gradually shattering the last defenses within him.
He felt as though his soul was being transformed by some power; this knowledge completely upended his worldview and revealed to him a wholly different reality—one steeped in darkness.
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