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James stood on the stage, his chest heaving with excitement, his eyes gleaming with a near-manic light. His voice was no longer gentle; it was filled with a destructive passion, resonating loudly and piercingly throughout every corner of the playground. He leaned slightly forward, his expression a mix of confidence and disdain, like a king who had finally shed his disguise to reveal his true self, unabashedly unveiling his truth to the students below.
"Light—what you call 'light' is nothing but a self-imposed shackle! The constraints of the mundane have made you yield, rendering you weak and ignorant!" He nearly roared these words, his voice rising high with an unmistakable contempt and disdain. "The so-called 'good' and 'justice' that have been instilled in you are merely lies that keep you living in ignorance! They make you fear the unknown, flee from darkness, and willingly accept enslavement, living like a herd of tamed sheep!"
His gaze swept across each dazed face, filled with deep scorn, as if these students were mere puppets being manipulated, while he was the true master. "Are you willing to be slaves to this world?" His tone was laced with provocation, his voice seemingly imbued with an irresistible magic that struck each ear. "Let me tell you, this world will not save you! They hypocritically claim to act in your best interest while stripping you of freedom and reason!"
James's voice suddenly dropped, becoming low and mysterious yet even more captivating. "Only darkness can bring about true awakening! Only when you completely abandon those false labels and embrace the dark can you hope to break free from your shackles. Escape that false light, become your true self, become a true stronghold! In darkness, you will discover infinite potential and that power which has been shackled!"
He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as if intensifying the frenzied atmosphere before speaking again, his voice thunderous. "And I—" His voice echoed through every corner of the playground, brimming with an irresistible confidence and fervor, "I am the only one who can wield this power! I am meant to stand at the top! I possess the most mysterious and incredible power in this world! What you see before you is not some professor but a ruler destined to dominate all!"
The students below had long been captivated by his words; their vacant expressions transformed into fervent daze as if each of James's utterances pierced deep into their hearts, awakening some hidden desire. Their faces revealed admiration and yearning, as if they were entranced by his words, gradually consumed by the darkness and power he painted.
"Join me," James's voice softened yet grew colder and more seductive. "Embrace the darkness, follow me, become one of my own! You will no longer be insignificant beings in this world but chosen liberators! You will be part of this great army, changing this decaying world alongside me! Free from your shackles, you will no longer be ignorant lambs but powerful enough to control your own destiny!"
His words slithered into the students' consciousness like venomous snakes, making them willingly submit before him. A satisfied smile crept onto James's lips, his face radiating arrogance and pride as he suddenly raised his voice as if issuing a final command; it thundered across the entire campus. "Kneel!"
His voice carried an irresistible authority akin to a decree from a monarch. The students below looked dazed yet fervent as they obeyed without hesitation, kneeling in unison before him—foreheads touching the ground, hands pressed tightly at their sides—expressions filled with zeal and reverence. Once free-spirited youths now crawled before James, their eyes brimming with adoration and submission as if the truth of this world had been rewritten by his words.
James lifted his chin slightly, gazing down at the sea of kneeling figures with satisfaction and self-satisfaction flickering in his eyes. His heart swelled with a thirst for power and pride; it was as if he had foreseen this moment—these young people were now entirely under his control, transformed into his followers. He knew they were no longer independent individuals but completely subservient to him. A cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth; it seemed that at this moment, this dark awakening had truly begun—and he was the sole master of this destructive force.
Behind James sat officials, the principal, and several local dignitaries who were frozen in disbelief. They watched in shock as hundreds of students silently knelt on the ground as if every word from James's mouth was gospel. Yet they could not determine whether this scene was reality or illusion; no matter how hard they blinked, this horrifying image remained starkly real.
Amidst their inner turmoil and confusion arose vague whispers deep within their minds—as if someone were softly murmuring in their ears—words unclear yet impossible to ignore. Those fragmented whispers slithered into their consciousness like invisible worms, slowly and chillingly burrowing deeper into their awareness; each repetition echoed hypnotically within them, compelling them to succumb. They tried to cover their ears or resist but found themselves powerless against those voices; those whispers piled upon their thoughts like thick fog eroding their sanity.
"You cannot escape... this is your fate... obey... submit..."
Their heads grew heavy and swollen; pain exploded outward from deep within their brains with each whisper striking at their nerves like relentless blows. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads down their cheeks while their limbs felt shackled by invisible chains rendering them immobile. The principal struggled to raise a hand against James but found himself unable even to move a finger; his consciousness sank into a mire from which there was no escape—helpless against this torturous illusion.
Each one of them silently endured in agony as their hearts were torn apart by an inexplicable fear mingled with frenzied whispers that left them voiceless. All they could do was watch in terror as James wielded the flames of power on stage, casting an overwhelming shadow over the entire campus.
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