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James's plan unfolded smoothly, just as he had anticipated. In his History of Mysticism class, the lecture hall was always packed, with students eagerly watching this charismatic professor, waiting for him to unveil the enigmatic veil of mysticism.
James spoke in a vivid tone, meticulously connecting ancient mysticism with the modern world. Whether discussing the sorcery of ancient Egypt, religious rituals during the Roman Empire, or the witch trials of the European Middle Ages, he captivated his audience with these obscure historical events. He not only explained the historical context but also infused each story with life through his dramatic narrative style. When he spoke of certain mystical phenomena, students held their breath, afraid to miss any detail.
The response in the classroom was unexpectedly high. Every case and theory James presented resonated strongly with the students. After class, a large group of them would gather around him, eager for further discussion and even privately inquiring about more "forbidden knowledge." James sensed that these students were not merely curious; they were gradually being enchanted by the ideas he instilled in them, developing an unusual fervor for mysticism.
Among them were some students who had far surpassed ordinary academic interests. With devout expressions, they believed every word James spoke and held an almost fanatical admiration for him. They meticulously recorded everything he said during lectures and formed small groups afterward to discuss the mystical phenomena and hidden powers he mentioned. For James, these students were undoubtedly his ideal followers.
Some had even established online discussion groups called the "James School," dedicated to studying the theories of mysticism he introduced in class, venerating him as a sort of "modern prophet." These individuals were not just James's students; they were core pieces in his grand plan.
In class, James could feel that invisible force growing stronger. Every word he spoke planted a seed in these students' minds that would eventually sprout and grow into loyal followers over time. These individuals would become the backbone of the Blood Moon Cult, playing crucial roles in his future endeavors.
Whenever class ended and James looked at those students who were still entranced or even crazily adoring him, a strong sense of pride welled up within him. He knew he was gradually rebuilding the powerful Blood Moon Cult. And these students were an essential part of the upcoming collective sacrifice.
"They have already begun to believe..." James thought with a cold smile, a peculiar glint flashing in his eyes. He understood that this game had begun, and no one could stop him.
His gaze swept over those fervently devoted students before settling on a particular one—Laf, a girl who often wore all-black Gothic attire, adorned with multiple ear piercings and a nose ring, her face lightly shadowed with dark eyeliner. She exuded an aura of mystery and rebellion. Laf's obsession with mysticism surpassed that of her classmates; she frequently lingered after class to ask about rituals, symbols, and various mystical powers, her eyes reflecting an uncontrollable fervor—exactly what James needed: a follower ripe for manipulation.
One day after class ended and other students filed out, Laf remained behind as usual, quietly waiting for James to pack up his materials. He glanced at her with a slight smile and walked over slowly.
"Laf," James said softly, his tone laced with a hint of mysterious suggestion, "I've noticed your passion for mysticism far exceeds that of others. That's a good thing."
Laf lifted her head, excitement gleaming in her eyes. She bowed slightly and said, "Professor, I just think... what you talk about is truly captivating, irresistible. I believe that mysticism is a kind of... a power that can change us."
James smiled appreciatively and nodded. "Yes, Laf. Mysticism is not just an academic subject; it is part of the hidden world. The fact that you can feel its power brings me great comfort. But learning alone is not enough; this power needs to be practiced and experienced to truly understand its mysteries."
Upon hearing this, Laf's gaze became even more fervent. "Professor, are you saying... we can experience these things firsthand?"
James's voice was low and enticing. "Exactly. I have an idea—what do you think about forming a Mysticism Club? It would allow you and like-minded classmates to not only learn in class but also participate in various practical activities and gatherings related to mysticism. This will be a rare opportunity to explore the powers hidden in our lives."
Laf's heart raced; this proposal undoubtedly ignited her passion. Without hesitation, she replied, "That's fantastic, Professor! I will do everything I can to organize this club! Many classmates will surely be eager to join."
James smiled, feeling extremely satisfied with the smooth unfolding of the plan. "Very well, Laf. This club will serve as a bridge into the depths of mysticism, allowing you all to better understand knowledge that cannot be experienced in class. I will fully support you from behind the scenes and design some practical activities to help you delve deeper into these ancient powers."
Laf's eyes sparkled with fervor as if she could already envision herself leading the Mysticism Club in glorious moments. She nodded respectfully to James, filled with awe and admiration. "I will not let you down, Professor. I will establish the club as soon as possible."
"Good," James said, lightly patting her shoulder with an air of subtle control in his tone. "This is just the beginning, Laf. You will witness the true power of mysticism, and all of this will change your life completely."
Laf's face lit up with uncontainable excitement while James smirked behind her back. He knew very well that through this club, he could not only draw these fervent students of mysticism into a deeper trap but also gradually cultivate them into loyal followers for his future plans. The Mysticism Club would be the starting point for the rebirth of the Blood Moon Cult. As the organization grew stronger, he would gain more opportunities for collective sacrifices, paving the way for him to achieve his ultimate goal.
"Everything is going according to my plan..." James thought to himself with a quiet chuckle, feeling that this game was becoming increasingly interesting.
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