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The principal's face was etched with pain and anger as he gritted his teeth, staring into James's eyes. His voice trembled yet remained firm as he attempted to counter, "James, your thinking is wrong... Human nature is not so... so cruel! Humanity possesses kindness and compassion; it is these values that uphold society and sustain human civilization!"
However, before he could finish, James coldly raised his hand, casually pressing his finger against the principal's lips to silence his unfinished argument. James's gaze was icy and mocking, as if he had anticipated the principal's reaction. His tone dripped with sarcasm and disdain. "Principal, perhaps you should take another look below and see what these 'civilized people' have become."
He slowly turned the principal's head, forcing him to gaze toward the playground. The principal's eyes inevitably fell upon the scene of slaughter, instantly rendered speechless by the horror before him. Shock and fear filled his eyes as his hands trembled uncontrollably, his legs weakening as if they had lost all support. The playground he once knew was no more; the vibrant students were now lifeless bodies scattered across the ground, blood staining the earth, every symbol of reason, order, and civilization torn to shreds.
Students on the playground were frantically tearing at each other, their eyes bloodshot like beasts driven mad. Their faces bore cruel smiles as they gasped out beastly growls, wielding bloodied knives and stabbing at one another. A few students wrestled on the ground, their faces smeared with blood, their eyes reflecting a thirst for slaughter and pleasure as if every person before them was an enemy that must be eliminated until only one remained. Piles of corpses surrounded them like mountains, blood forming dark red rivers on the ground, the air thick with a nauseating stench of gore.
James watched the principal's terrified expression with an increasingly deranged smile. He whispered softly, his voice low yet filled with mockery. "What you see is the true result of this education—my new era of teaching." He leaned closer to the principal's ear, his tone cold and cruel. "These children now understand that the weak do not deserve to survive; only the strongest are worthy. This is the essence of education, isn't it?"
He paused for a moment, a hint of arrogant satisfaction crossing his face as he pointed at the brutal scene below. "Such education compels everyone to fight for survival with all their might, showing no mercy. And in this final slaughter, only one will live—the true strong one who will become my heir and inherit my power and dominion." James's eyes sparkled with madness as a satisfied smile crept across his lips, as if he had transformed into the sole deity of this bloody educational feast.
The principal struggled to suppress the rising fear within him as his gaze remained fixed on the playground but could no longer hold back a wave of intense nausea. The sight of bodies strewn across the ground and the blood-soaked scene mercilessly churned his stomach, filling him with an overwhelming sense of revulsion. His throat twisted violently; it felt as though an invisible hand was ruthlessly stirring his insides, making it impossible for him to suppress his disgust. His trembling hands covered his mouth in a futile attempt to stave off vomiting; however, a wave of nausea surged up his throat as stomach acid and remnants rushed forth. His body involuntarily lurched forward as he finally succumbed to retching, acidic bile spilling out in a harsh sound that echoed through the eerie silence.
James's laughter boomed like thunder in the night sky as he bent slightly to observe the principal's pained and disheveled state with contemptuous amusement. His icy gaze sparkled with delight as he regarded the principal’s reaction as a perfect reflection of his "new education," dripping with sarcasm and madness. "Hahaha! What's wrong, Principal? Can't bear to watch? Haven't you always championed education? This is what I bring to these children—a true education! Don’t you like it?" James's eyes were filled with cold arrogance; his tone was ruthless, imbued with insane confidence and immense pride.
He then turned back around, his cold gaze sweeping over the hellish scene on the playground with an even deeper satisfaction in his smile. Five or six hundred students had dwindled down to just a few; twisted bodies lay contorted in various shapes on the ground—some torn beyond recognition while others lay rigidly staring at the sky with hollow eyes that seemed unable to close before death took them, filled with endless terror and unwillingness to accept their fate. The once vibrant campus now appeared scorched by bloody flames; dark red stains covered the ground alongside pools of congealed blood. Amidst these shattered corpses were fewer than a hundred students who remained like battered soldiers still engaged in frenzied combat—gritting their teeth in determination while drenched in blood, their eyes wild like starving wolves.
These remaining students eyed each other with hostility; their gazes held a strange fervor mixed with desire and pain. Though each was utterly exhausted and wore faces smeared with blood alongside maniacal grins, they refused to relent—as long as they drew breath, they felt compelled to tear each other apart. Their expressions grew increasingly frenzied and brutal; it seemed that this mutual slaughter had become their sole objective while the satisfaction derived from killing outweighed everything else until only one stood victorious.
James’s contemptuous gaze shifted toward several officials standing beside the principal; a strange yet cruel smile played on his lips as he spoke teasingly yet mockingly: "Since you have witnessed this educational feast firsthand, why not experience it yourselves? Let your bodies understand what true 'education' is." His voice was cold yet laced with mockery—a command that felt irresistible.
The officials turned pale instantly; their faces drained of color as they stared wide-eyed in horror while their lips trembled silently in despairing pleas. Fear enveloped them like an endless net; their bodies stiffened like puppets unable to move. Some trembled uncontrollably while others nearly collapsed under their own weight; their colorless lips moved soundlessly as if begging for mercy while their eyes reflected sheer terror and helplessness. Their spirits had already crumbled under the realization that they might become James’s next subjects for "education," while James’s smile and icy gaze deepened their dread into something far more profound and helpless.
James looked at their pale faces and smiled even more joyfully. His gaze was cold and cruel, like a merciless king surveying the pieces on his chessboard, ignoring their struggles and fears, focusing solely on admiring the results of the feast he had orchestrated.
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