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James's confusion and unease grew stronger, the pressure in his chest nearly suffocating him. His throat felt dry, his heart raced, and his thoughts were a chaotic mess. Just as he struggled to make sense of it all, the student continued speaking mercilessly, their tone filled with indifference and mockery, as if they had completely seen through James's inner turmoil.
"However, here you are now, James," the student's voice was low and cold, carrying a chilling finality. "You're like a wolf without fangs—weak and useless. You were once powerful and domineering, but what are you now? You're just clinging to the glories of the past, trying to draw attention to yourself, hoping people will remember how important you once were. But now, you are nothing."
James's face paled further as he felt the student's words slice through his heart like a knife. Those words were so sharp, striking at his deepest fears—the reality that he was no longer respected or admired. He had once been a leader in academia, but over time, his influence had waned to the point of irrelevance. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and a sense of inferiority coiled around him like a venomous snake.
"You think that by relying on those past glories, you can continue to stand above everyone else?" The student's tone grew more aggressive, ruthlessly exposing James's inner self. "You've integrated into this society, playing a role that you believe is lofty while groveling and pretending to bestow your so-called 'wisdom' upon us ordinary people. You think that as long as you disguise yourself well enough, you can gain others' recognition and be respected and admired like before?"
The student let out a cold laugh, continuing with a mocking tone. "What a joke! You're just a failed old man clinging to your past accolades while having no idea how to confront your own aging and incompetence."
James's breathing quickened; anger burned within him like flames in his chest. His fists clenched unconsciously, knuckles turning white. His heart raced violently, fury threatening to overwhelm his reason. He could not bear such humiliation—a student he had once dismissed so easily was now brazenly exposing his vulnerabilities and fears.
"You—" James began to retort, rage almost bursting from his lips when the student abruptly interrupted him.
"James," the student's tone shifted, becoming low and icy, carrying an unrelenting judgment. "You are nothing more than a pathetic old man now! You have lost your former grandeur and strength. Your academic career has reached its end; your influence has long since vanished. You are still trying to grasp at those past glories, but no one cares about you anymore."
James felt dizzy; his body instinctively took half a step back as the scene before him blurred. Those words hammered at his soul like a mallet, shattering the last remnants of his false confidence. Deep down, he had already known all of this—he understood that his academic influence was no longer what it used to be and that he was no longer that invincible professor. He could no longer control everything; the authority and power he relied on were gradually crumbling with time.
He desperately wanted to argue back, to say something that would restore his dignity, but those words lodged in his throat and refused to come out. It felt as if his world collapsed in that moment; the student's words ruthlessly stripped away his last defenses, leaving him exposed to the harshness of reality.
James felt the anger within him ready to erupt like a volcano; every muscle in his body tensed as his hands unconsciously formed fists. He yearned to retaliate with the sharp and flawless words he once wielded against this audacious student. Yet when he opened his mouth, it was as if those words were trapped in his throat—he could not express them at all. The eloquence he once possessed had been reduced to mere incoherent noise.
"You... you..." James stammered out fragmented sounds, struggling to formulate a powerful rebuttal, but each word seemed suppressed by the chaos and shock in his mind, unable to flow smoothly from his lips. He felt dizzy again as if the entire world spun around him uncontrollably. His legs weakened beneath him; an indescribable sense of helplessness filled him like a heavy stone pressing down on his chest, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.
"I..." James spoke again, his voice hoarse like that of a frail old man. He wanted to argue, to mock the arrogance of this student, but he couldn't find a strong point to counter with. Every word that came from the student's mouth pierced him like a blade, striking at his most vulnerable spots. Deep down, he knew that every single word was true—he was no longer the confident James who once pointed to the world with authority.
Those glorious days seemed to have drifted far away, like a distant dream now blurred and unclear. He had once been a pillar of the academic community, revered for his wisdom and achievements. But now, he was just a lonely old professor, without friends or family, and even his standing in academia had vanished. His scholarly career had reached its end; the man who once controlled everything now had nothing left.
This cruel reality engulfed James like a rising tide, and he felt a profound sense of despair and helplessness welling up from within. He stood there, staring blankly at the student before him, his body trembling slightly, yet unable to utter a single word. Deep inside, he already knew that there was no rebuttal to be made because those words were the very truth he had been trying to escape. He was no longer the invincible James; he was merely a lonely, helpless old man devoid of worth.
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