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The principal knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling violently. He shook his swollen head vigorously, trying to recover from the intense pain and disorientation that engulfed him. The sharp stinging sensation that had filled his body was gradually fading, replaced by a powerful sense of exhilaration. He raised his hand and looked at his palm, disbelief etched across his face—his once trembling and frail hands were now solid and strong, the muscles appearing as if they had been reshaped anew.
He felt every muscle in his body brimming with the explosive energy of his youth, as if he had been reborn, liberated from the confines of aging. That long-lost vitality surged within him, making him feel as though he were boiling over with energy. The principal clenched his fists tightly, feeling the immense power coursing through the gaps between his muscles. This strength made him realize that he was no longer the crushed old man of yesteryears; instead, he felt as if he had returned to the peak of his twenties—full of passion and fearlessness.
However, this transformation also stirred a deep sense of dread and unease within him. This was not ordinary strength; it was an evil power imbued with heat and corrosion. He sensed this force racing through his veins, infiltrating every blood vessel, every muscle fiber, every nerve with an undeniable malevolence and seduction, as if it were a dark gift and curse bestowed upon him. His heart raced violently, and a fire ignited in his mind, tearing at his consciousness and compelling him to accept this invasive power.
The principal lifted his head, locking eyes with James under the crimson moonlight. James's face bore a cold and triumphant smile, his gaze filled with cruel delight. In that moment, the principal truly understood James's madness and arrogance; he realized why this man had become so reckless and unrestrained. James wielded a power that belonged to no mortal realm—a malevolence that transcended life and death, surpassing human comprehension. This power granted him an ever-increasing authority and unmatched confidence, making him a "deity" in the eyes of countless followers.
"This... is this the source of your transformation?" the principal murmured softly, pain and hatred lacing his voice. As he felt this power spreading within him, he finally grasped James's fearless insanity and the hubris that came with controlling others. This power not only bestowed immense physical strength but also nurtured a sense of arrogance deep within his soul, as if everything in this world would bow before him.
Yet, as the force surged within him, the principal also sensed that this cold power was attempting to seize his soul, turning his fear and anger into dark hatred. He felt his will being scorched in this inferno of power, as if this malevolent gift sought to consume his very essence. However, the principal's eyes gradually cooled down as a fierce anger ignited within them—a burning rage that declared to James that he would not be easily subdued.
He slowly stood up straight, enduring the tumultuous pain within while feeling the strength reshaping his muscles. He fixed a deep gaze on James filled with hatred and defiance; that anger transformed into flames that swept away all fear and cowardice. His eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly stared at this man who fancied himself a "god," filled with a thirst for revenge.
"James," the principal gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse yet resolute, sharp as a blade aimed at James's heart. "Since you have dragged me into this dark abyss, I will make you witness your own destruction. You think this power allows you to manipulate everything without consequence... but I will use it to prove that you are nothing more than a madman consumed by your own strength!"
Upon seeing the principal's expression, a glimmer of cruel satisfaction flickered in James's eyes as a cold smile crept across his lips—he seemed to revel in this moment of defiance. With a disdainful gaze fixed on the principal, he mocked him with an icy delight in his tone: "Very well, Principal; I admire your anger."
The two stood silently in the center of the playground under the blood-red moonlight, their shadows intertwining like two beasts ready to tear each other apart. The air around them felt stagnant; only Emma and her followers continued their low chants—a slow and eerie rhythm that seemed to herald the impending duel. James's eyes sparkled with cruel excitement as a manic grin spread across his face; every muscle in his body tensed slightly as he positioned himself like a predator poised to strike.
"Principal," he laughed deeply and recklessly, filled with threats and mockery echoing across the empty playground as if even the night wind carried an icy chill.
The principal did not respond but met James’s gaze with cold determination. The dark power bestowed upon him by James coursed through him like youthful vigor; under the moonlight, his muscles quivered slightly while fierce resolve and anger shone in his eyes. His hands formed into fighting stances—fingers curled slightly—as he leaned forward like a beast ready to pounce, suppressing all fury and strength deep within himself while waiting for the moment to unleash it all.
James wore a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with mischief and provocation, seemingly relishing every bit of the principal's resistance and anger. He raised a finger to his chest, leaning slightly forward, tauntingly gesturing, "Come on, Principal, show me what you're capable of."
The principal narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a blade, completely unfazed by James's provocation. He took a deep breath, feeling the surge of power within him, with only one conviction in his heart—no matter the certainty of his death today, he would drag the evil James down to hell with him.
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