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Suddenly, the moonlight in the sky transformed completely into a vivid red, casting a scarlet glow over the entire land, as if the whole world had plunged into an inescapable nightmare. At that moment, strange phenomena occurred everywhere, like a dark prologue slowly unfolding.
The birds in the forest seemed to be inexplicably frightened, flocking out from the treetops, flapping their wings and emitting piercing cries as they chaotically rushed into the night sky. Their once-hidden forms became unusually clear under the blood moon's illumination, their shadows cutting through the moonlight like eerie silhouettes. The dogs on the ground appeared to sense some kind of evil presence, unable to contain themselves as they began to bark wildly, dashing around the yard, their limbs thrashing at the air while letting out deep howls, seemingly warning of an unknown danger approaching. The wild cats at the street corner screeched sharply, clawing and fighting each other, their primal aggression and ferocity awakened by the malevolent power in the moonlight, their claws scraping against the ground with a tearing sound.
People on the streets were also taken aback by this sudden phenomenon, stopping in their tracks. Passersby instinctively looked up at the sky, their faces filled with confusion and fear. Some furrowed their brows and widened their eyes, seemingly unable to believe what they were witnessing. The moon was no longer that familiar silvery glow but had turned a blinding crimson, as if the entire night sky had been stained with blood. A young woman stood at the side of the street, frantically removing her glasses and vigorously wiping the lenses, trying to ensure she wasn't mistaken; yet when she put them back on, what met her eyes was still that abnormal red moon.
"This... how is this possible...?" she murmured to herself, filled with doubt and unease. Around her, people began to discuss among themselves; some even instinctively took a step back, as if sensing the terrifying force hidden behind this transformation.
However, far beyond these mortals' ignorant astonishment, James was filled with ecstasy. Standing in his room and witnessing everything unfold before him, he could hardly contain his excitement. This scarlet blood moon was proof of his wicked plan—the bright and eerie red light was an affirmation of all his efforts and the ultimate response to this sacrifice. He stood in a pool of blood, fervently gazing at the blood moon hanging in the night sky, feeling every cell within him tremble from this supernatural force.
"This is the answer!" James laughed heartily, filled with a sense of victorious glory. "Everything is correct! Every single thing I have done is right!"
The crimson moon was not an illusion or a misunderstanding; it existed in reality—this entire scene that transcended reason was indeed a selection and coronation by the blood moon. James knew that this blood moon was both his source of power and a symbol proving his transcendence over mortals. His fingers clenched tightly, knuckles whitening from excitement as endless ambition and greed burned in his eyes. He understood clearly that he stood on the brink of seizing his destiny, and this red moon marked the beginning of his domination over this world.
The scarlet light of the blood moon flowed into James's home like water, illuminating every corner of the room through the windows; it seemed as though a thin layer of blood mist had coated everything inside. The light was no longer cold moonlight but a powerful warmth filling James's senses, bringing him an indescribable feeling of comfort and fulfillment. This was not ordinary light but a sacred revelation from the blood moon—a supreme power hidden within darkness.
James could no longer maintain his composure; he supported himself on the ground with both hands, his eyes filled with fervor fixed intently on that increasingly red moon outside. His body trembled uncontrollably as he crawled toward the window, his knees sliding across fresh blood with a sticky sound as if bowing before some divine altar. He crawled forward, feeling that red light seep in through the window enveloping his body, bathing him in this mysterious and alluring glow.
"Ah..." James let out a low groan as he nearly collapsed onto the floor. His face turned toward the window; his eyes brimmed with ecstasy and reverence as if this red light were some divine gift and he was its chosen recipient. His body immersed in this red light felt warm waves washing over his skin, penetrating every nerve and muscle.
As this red light enveloped him further, James's body began to undergo strange transformations. He could feel every cell within him awakening anew; those long-ago aged and depleted cells were now regenerating at an astonishing speed. He sensed his blood flowing faster through his veins; every part of him brimmed with vitality. Looking down at his hands—once wrinkled and dry—they were gradually regaining their youthful appearance. Wrinkles vanished; skin became smooth; fingers no longer stiff but filled with strength.
James's breathing quickened as his chest rose and fell violently. He watched his hands grow younger before him, an uncontrollable joy and satisfaction swelling within him. "This... this is..." he murmured to himself, eyes wide open as if they might burst. He knew this was a gift from the blood moon—a reward for his sacrifices made to this world—eternal life and unparalleled power.
However, that was not all. His gaze slowly drifted downward, landing on his own genitals, and he was astonished to discover that, under the illumination of this radiant light, the once withered part had begun to rejuvenate. His genitals gradually expanded in the red glow, returning to the form of his youth. The familiar sensation and the surge of power made him tremble all over, as if he had reclaimed his former confidence and pride.
"Hahaha... Hahahaha!" James laughed maniacally, nearly losing his mind. He could feel that everything was real; the power from the Blood Moon was continuously infusing his body, granting him a new lease on life.
James twisted his body wildly in the red light of the Blood Moon, feeling that power completely conquer him. His eyes sparkled with arrogance and madness, his lips curling into an evil grin, as if he had become a slave to darkness. He suddenly stood up, blood pooling beneath him splattering wetly, and he stood tall at the center of this crimson altar as if reborn.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" James roared like a madman, his voice filled with insanity and rage echoing through the room. His voice was heavy and primal, resembling a roar from hell, brimming with hatred and curses for this world. He raised his hands to the sky, staring crazily at the blood-red moon as if pledging allegiance to this evil power. "I will tear apart this garbage world! Everything in this realm will be ravaged by me!"
His roar was filled with arrogance and twisted desire, like a declaration of war against the world, trampling upon all life. He was no longer the old professor who had been suppressed by William and faced despair; he had transformed into a powerful demon, eager to utterly destroy this world and make it submit beneath his feet.
"I am the only truth in this world!" James shouted, his eyes ablaze with twisted light, his voice overflowing with undeniable madness and confidence. "You worthless scum!" He looked down contemptuously at the two corpses that had long since turned to husks beneath him, as if these once-living beings were merely dust on his path.
Standing in the center of the red light, James resembled an embodiment of evil; the crimson glow flickered around him, enveloping him in a shroud of blood-colored radiance. His laughter, his roars, his arrogance merged with this sinister power as if he were the ruler of this dark world—the incarnation of evil. Under this red light, James was no longer a mere mortal but a sovereign beneath the Blood Moon, immersed in his own madness and strength.
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