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The old woman's cries echoed in James's ears, her voice filled with desperation and pleading, piercing through his rationality while simultaneously igniting a wild joy and fury within him. Her voice was like a sharp knife, slicing through his thoughts, leaving him increasingly restless and uneasy. His gaze grew colder, veins bulging on his forehead, as an unnamed rage began to rise within him.
"Shut up..." James muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed, a look of disgust on his face. His heart raced, muscles tensed with anger. That heightened emotion thrilled him immensely; however, the old woman's wailing continued to reverberate in his ears, becoming unbearably shrill, like sharp needles stabbing into his nerves, making it impossible for him to endure.
"Be quiet!" James suddenly raised his hand, almost instinctively swinging the book he held without hesitation, striking it forcefully toward the old woman's face.
"Thud!" The book hit her face with a heavy thud. Her cries were abruptly silenced as her body lurched backward, collapsing like a shattered porcelain doll onto the ground. The sharp edge of the book grazed her cheek, leaving a deep gash from which blood oozed out, quickly staining her skin. Her face was brutally struck; blood seeped from the corner of her mouth as her body convulsed weakly, her eyes wide with terror and confusion.
James stood frozen in place, still gripping the book tightly. His breath came in quick gasps, eyes gleaming with frenzied light, his expression increasingly deranged. His chest heaved violently as a twisted smile crept onto his lips, as if this act had brought him immense pleasure. He looked down at the old woman lying on the ground, his voice laced with manic excitement as if he had completely succumbed to madness.
"You don't understand at all, hahahaha..." James laughed maniacally, his gaze growing more unhinged. "I have grasped the truth of this world! I have seen everything in the darkness—the mysterious origins and hidden powers! The Blood Moon has chosen me; I shall ascend to the throne and embrace this glory!"
He tilted his head back to gaze at the ceiling as if he could see the invisible Blood Moon beckoning him from beyond. His tone grew increasingly fervent as he poured out his arrogance and ambition to an unseen force: "The fate of this world belongs to me! Darkness and power will converge upon me! I will become the supreme ruler while you—" He glared down at the fallen old man and woman with disdain and contempt in his eyes. "You are nothing but worthless beings paving the way for my throne! You should feel honored to be part of my power!"
James's laughter became even more arrogant, filled with utter madness and hubris. His body trembled slightly as he reveled in this boundless fantasy of power. To him, the elderly couple lying in a pool of blood were insignificant—merely sacrifices on his path to immortality and strength. There was no trace of humanity left in his gaze; only an insatiable thirst for power and darkness remained.
The old woman's body trembled with fear and pain, yet she clung desperately to the old man beneath her, trying to shield him with her own body. Tears blurred her vision as she gripped his clothing tightly, as if this was the last thing she could do. Her heart was filled with despair; nonetheless, she refused to let any further harm come to him.
"Please! Don't! Just stop..." Her voice choked with emotion, barely able to articulate anything but a heart-wrenching cry.
However, James's eyes sparkled with madness as he paid no heed to her pleas. His smile twisted further into cruelty and excitement as he lifted his foot and mercilessly kicked toward the old woman's body.
"Get away!" James roared, kicking hard into her side.
The old lady's body was like a lifeless puppet, suddenly kicked away and crashing heavily against the wall. She curled up in pain, convulsing as intense agony shot through her back from the impact. A low, mournful groan escaped her lips as she clutched her body tightly, huddled in the corner, unable to resist any longer. The cracks on the wall were starkly visible, as if this blow had shattered not only her body but also the last remnants of her hope.
James didn't even glance at the old lady again; he sneered and bent down, gripping the old man's hair tightly with both hands and yanking his head up from the ground. The old man's body trembled violently from the pain, his face smeared with blood mixed with tears and sweat, his vision blurred to the point where he could barely make out his surroundings.
"You lunatic..." the old man shouted hoarsely, straining every ounce of strength he had. His voice trembled with pain. He knew he couldn't escape this disaster, but the anger and hatred within him made him unwilling to submit. "You psychopath... you'll get what you deserve!"
His voice carried a sense of desperation and fury, as if he were cursing James with his last breath. However, James only wore a more deranged smile, completely indifferent to the old man's insults. He narrowed his eyes, gripping the old man's head tightly before using all his strength to slam it down against the floor.
"Thud!" The old man's head struck the ground with a dull thud, blood oozing from his scalp once more. He let out a piercing wail filled with pain and despair.
"Thud!" James slammed the old man's head into the ground again, this time accompanied by the sound of his dentures shattering violently upon impact, fragments scattering across the floor amidst blood and saliva.
The old man's voice grew weaker; his dentures were completely destroyed, and pain dulled his consciousness. Yet he still cursed James under his breath with what little strength remained. His body continued to convulse, his face smeared with blood and tears, presenting a picture of utter misery.
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