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James was immersed in a sense of powerless sorrow, feeling as if he were being consumed by the reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, the figure in the mirror lunged forward, pressing against the glass's surface. James was caught off guard and stumbled back in fright. The face in the mirror twisted into a terrifying grimace, eyes filled with madness and rage, lips twitching as if struggling to contain an inner fury.
"We deserve more! Can't you see?" the reflection screamed, its voice deep and frenzied, as if it came from an uncontrollable darkness. "We should not be devoured by time like this! We deserve immortality! We should stand at the pinnacle of the world, living forever, controlling everything!"
James's eyes widened in terror as he gazed at the distorted face in the mirror. The reflection's complexion flushed red, veins bulging on its forehead, eyes wild with an unmistakable desire, as if it were about to unleash all its pent-up dissatisfaction. Those eyes flickered with anxiety and hatred, as if they wanted to tear apart this world.
"I should have eternal life!" the reflection shouted hoarsely, its voice brimming with anger and madness. "You know it! Deep down, you know it! We should not grow old like this, we should not feel so powerless. We should live forever, making everyone kneel before us! I am the Sage, the unparalleled Sage! No one understands the world like I do; no one can grasp the truth like I can!"
A chill spread down James's spine; he could hardly believe he was witnessing all of this. The figure in the mirror had become utterly insane, yearning for power, for immortality, even desiring to be the sole ruler of this world. Its expression twisted further, resembling a long-repressed monster finally finding an outlet.
"I was meant to be the strongest, standing atop this decaying society!" the reflection roared angrily, its tone filled with disdain and contempt for the entire world. "This world! This society full of stupidity and corruption! The politicians are utterly foolish—greedy and selfish; they are unworthy of power! These so-called leaders are mere puppets; their authority is weak and laughable. What gives them the right? What qualifies them to stand above me?"
Its hands pounded against the mirror, creating a deafening sound as if it was no longer satisfied with merely venting here but wanted to break through the glass and tear apart this world. Its lips twitched; its gaze radiated extreme dissatisfaction with everything that did not align with its ideals.
"This world should bow to me! Because I am the true Sage! I possess wisdom that transcends all else while this society is filled with ignorance and decay. I will turn it around; I will restore order to this world—an order dictated by me!" The reflection screamed madly, its tone laced with undeniable arrogance and hubris. "I will reshape this world, let those foolish rules collapse completely, and make everything submit to true power! I can change everything; I can turn fate on its head!"
James stood frozen in place, echoes of his reflection's frenzied roars ringing in his ears. That voice was filled with total denial and anger towards society, politics, and the world itself—as if the figure in the mirror had been betrayed by this world and was determined to destroy everything to rebuild an order of its own design. Every word carried a mad confidence as if it truly believed it could overturn this world, shatter all rules, and stand at the very top as the sole ruler.
"Did you hear that?" The reflection suddenly lowered its voice, eyes cold and resolute as if it had already planned everything within. "We were meant to have all of this; we were meant to control this world—now is our time to reclaim what is rightfully ours!"
James recoiled in fear from that crazed twisted face in the mirror, stumbling back unsteadily until he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. His chest heaved violently; his heart raced like a drum; his mind was a chaotic blur while fear coiled around him like a cold snake. James's hands pressed against the floor, fingers trembling slightly as beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. Suddenly, that figure vanished from the mirror as if it had never existed at all. Now only his terrified visage reflected back from that empty glass.
Yet that maddened voice still echoed in his ears like an indelible nightmare tightly entwined with his thoughts. The voice no longer seemed to come from a mere reflection but felt like a whisper rising from deep within him, awakening a long-suppressed nature inside him.
"You know it's true, James," the voice whispered like a ghost, cold and imbued with an undeniable power. "You were born different; you have never cared to fit in. For years, you have hidden it well, pretending to be an ordinary person blending into society, but deep down, you know you are not one of them."
James's breath quickened, a weight pressing against his chest, making it hard to breathe. He recognized the truth in those words; he had been masquerading all these years, suppressing his true feelings. The norms of society and the prestige of academia had constrained him, forcing him to conceal his genuine thoughts. But at this moment, the voice was exposing his deepest desires, tearing apart the nature he had long suppressed.
"You look down on everyone," the voice continued to murmur, filled with temptation and provocation. "No one can compare to you. From a young age, you knew you were smarter than others, wiser than them. They are nothing but ignorant mortals, while you, James, were born to stand at the pinnacle of the world."
James's gaze began to blur as those repressed emotions surged forth like a flood. That was indeed his initial feeling—he had known from a young age that he was different. His intellect was exceptional; no one had ever truly understood his profound thoughts. He did not need to associate with those mediocre individuals because he always stood on a higher level, looking down upon them.
"You are alone not because you lack friends but because no one is worthy to stand beside you." The voice grew deeper, laced with desire and resentment. "You loathe this society and detest those ignorant mortals. Their existence only hinders you from unleashing your true power. Their ignorance and corruption make you feel nauseous."
James stared blankly ahead as the voice gradually merged with his thoughts, becoming the voice within him. He understood that these words came from his deepest desires—those aspects of himself long suppressed by societal norms had finally found an outlet. The arrogance and pride of his youth had been sealed deep within him over time, disguised as another person for survival, for reputation, for conformity.
But now, everything was beginning to crumble. That part of himself had never disappeared; it had never truly succumbed to worldly conventions. James knew he had always resisted the rules of this world; he had never cared to associate with others nor genuinely acknowledged anyone. He was a solitary sage, transcending mere mortals. Yet prolonged experience and suppression had sealed this arrogance and desire deep within.
Now that seal was cracking, and his darkest desires were beginning to surge forth bit by bit.
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