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James gripped Hunter's face tightly, almost wrenching his head toward himself, his eyes burning with a mad flame. His voice suddenly intensified, like thunder cracking in the air, shaking the entire cramped security room. The deep, aggressive tone struck directly at the core of Hunter's soul.
"Look at me!" James shouted, his voice echoing in the security room as if it could shatter the walls. "Just last week, I was nothing but a weak, pitiful old man! No one cared about me, no one wondered if I was alive; I was nearly buried by time itself! But now, look at me!" He pulled Hunter's face closer, nearly pressing their foreheads together, forcing Hunter to meet his powerful and frenzied gaze.
In the dim light, James's face appeared even more profound and sinister, shadows outlining the harsh contours of his features. His once-wrinkled skin was now smooth and taut, as if time had reversed; his body stood tall and youthful, exuding an undeniable aura of strength. Each word cut through Hunter's mind like a blade, tearing apart the fragile defenses he had built.
"I have reclaimed my peak! I have gained power, respect, and so much more! And none of this fell from the sky; I created it with my will!" James's tone grew more fervent as he tightened his grip on Hunter's face until it turned red, the soft flesh trembling between his fingers.
"And you can have all of this too, Hunter! You can change yourself, change your damn fate!" James's voice boomed like thunder, shaking Hunter's thoughts and dismantling any remaining resistance within him. "As long as you are willing to believe and willing to change, all the pain, helplessness, and despair can be shattered! You can become the one who controls everything!" His words were hypnotic, amplifying the deepest desires within Hunter.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down Hunter's face as he choked back sobs, his eyes filled with conflict and struggle. He gazed at James’s face—the once powerless old man who now stood before him strong and captivating, seemingly possessing power that transcended everything. Every word from James struck him like a truth he could not deny—what this man said was indeed real.
In that dim light, James’s figure appeared even more eerie and sinister, yet the intense power he radiated was impossible to ignore. Hunter’s mind began to crumble under this fervent force; he could not resist the temptation nor deny his own yearning for such change.
"Can I... really do it?" Hunter murmured, his voice trembling with tears mixed with fear and hope; his heart had begun to waver.
James suddenly lost patience and slapped Hunter’s face hard, producing sharp "smack" sounds like a whip cracking. Each strike carried astonishing force, making Hunter’s plump cheeks quiver as if they were rippling in James’s palm. Each slap exploded in Hunter’s mind; he was stunned by the sudden pain and shock, his thoughts swirling in chaos.
"You can! You can do it!" James roared like a tempest sweeping through the room. His eyes were bloodshot with an almost insane intensity as he fixed his gaze on Hunter. "You can! You are capable! I did it; you can too! Do you understand?" James bellowed, his voice reverberating in the small security room filled with fervor and undeniable power.
Hunter’s dazed gaze slowly returned to James’s face, filled with fear and confusion but more so with a long-suppressed desire. He instinctively wanted to argue that he truly couldn't—that he couldn't change this damned fate—but James’s frenzied words and the pain on his face had begun to create cracks deep within him where a flicker of reluctant defiance started to seep through.
"I... can?" Hunter stammered, his voice trembling as if he could hardly believe what he had just said.
"Yes, you can!" James's eyes were filled with fervor as he gripped Hunter's shoulders, shaking him vigorously. "Say it out loud! Shout it with me!" His voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, compelling Hunter to shout those words from the depths of his heart.
Hunter felt an irresistible force pulling him in, as if James's words were tearing through the endless darkness before him, revealing a glimmer of light. His throat tightened, and his heart was filled with struggle, yet the desire to break free from fate grew stronger, like a long-hidden beast finally breaking free from its cage.
"I... can!" Hunter whispered, but soon, under James's roar, his voice grew more powerful. "I can! I can do it!" As he shouted, he felt the blood rushing through his veins faster than ever before, a newfound strength rising within him, as if the shackles that had weighed on his heart for so long were being ripped apart piece by piece.
"Shout louder! Shout even louder!" James was like a motivational coach, screaming wildly with a frenzied light in his eyes. His roar was filled with power, like a beast forcing its prey to struggle desperately, and Hunter was that prey on the verge of breaking free.
"I can! I can do it!" Hunter's voice grew louder and stronger, as if with each shout, the invisible chains binding him were shattering. In that darkness, it truly felt like a ray of light was breaking through, tearing apart the fog before him.
He gasped for breath, his eyes sparkling with long-lost determination. He seemed to be infected by James's madness; the years of pent-up oppression and pain in his heart found an outlet at that moment, transforming into the drive to change his destiny.
Hunter suddenly stood up from his chair. As his hefty body rose abruptly, his stomach collided hard against the Security Desk with a loud thud. The desk shook violently from the impact, sending items tumbling dangerously close to the edge. Hunter's chest heaved heavily; his face flushed red from excitement as he entered a frenzied state, his gaze unfocused while muttering to himself.
"I want to become stronger... I can definitely do it... Power, yes, I want power..." Hunter murmured softly, his eyes gleaming with anxiety and fervor. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists as if trying to grasp something intangible. His body trembled slightly from overwhelming excitement; his voice quivered and was indistinct but carried a sense of resolve and madness.
James stood aside, quietly observing this scene with a slight smile playing on his lips. He didn't rush to intervene but took a step back against the table, arms crossed over his chest, watching Hunter like a predator observing its prey, relishing in Hunter's current state of frenzy.
He knew that his plan had nearly succeeded—Hunter had fallen into his trap and could not escape. The craving for power and the desire to change his fate had deeply rooted themselves in Hunter's heart. Now all he needed was to give this pitiful soul one last push to lead him completely into the abyss of darkness.
"Very good, Hunter; this is what you need—the desire... it will take you to places you've never imagined," James's voice was soft and magnetic, whispering gently in Hunter's ear. "This world belongs to those who are ambitious and determined to change themselves. And you, Hunter, have already taken that crucial first step." The seductive tone in his voice became increasingly evident as his gaze coiled around Hunter like a serpent.
Hunter stood before the table, breathing heavily; his bulky body swayed slightly. Yet his eyes began to radiate an unprecedented light—a near-manic determination and longing—as if years of pent-up frustration and inferiority had finally found an outlet. He gritted his teeth, eyes filled with frenzied resolve as if he was ready to do anything necessary.
James looked at the overweight man before him, who had been crushed by fate but was now reignited with hope due to fervor. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He knew that only one final step remained—getting Hunter to completely cross that point of no return, and then he would become the most loyal pawn in James's hands.
"You just need a little push, a force that will allow you to break through your limits," James said softly, his tone laced with suggestion and temptation.
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