Chapter 356: Crushing Seniors 3
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The power of rumors and the concept of public shame is something that is one of the scariest things in this world.
Especially for those people who can't live without the confirmation of others.
We, humans, are natural beings with social needs, and almost everyone does have a certain need for reactions and communication. This is especially more severe for those who are going through their puberty stage, where they seek attention.
Why do you think high-schooler bullying cases are a lot more severe than others? Because the way attention blinds people is amazing.
And this is where the public shame comes into the equation.
"Senior," I began, using the title to taunt him, "if you talk about why you were trying to sabotage the club, I may consider extinguishing these fires..."
Jonas hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out. But there was no escape from the blazing inferno that engulfed him.
"...."
The moment I spoke those words, I noticed a flicker of emotion in his eyes—an odd mix of momentary relief and fear. It was not the fear of the flames but something else, something he was desperately trying to hide.
But I wasn't about to let him off the hook. With a dark and threatening tone, I continued, "...Or perhaps I'll just let these flames consume you until there's nothing left."
Jonas, his voice strained, and his body in agony managed to croak out, "You can't kill me, Callius. The academy prohibits killing someone."
I looked down at him, the flames in my hands casting eerie shadows across his face. A cold smile played at the corners of my lips as I leaned closer, my voice low and chilling. "I have no intention of killing you, Jonas. No, that would be too merciful."
His eyes widened in both relief and confusion, but his respite would be short-lived.
SWOOSH SWIRL
"Instead," I continued, my fire burning his skin. "I'm going to do something far worse. I'm going to kill your senses, your soul, and leave you a hollow shell of what you once were." Then, I stopped for a second and raised my voice for everyone to hear. "JUST LIKE THAT HERETIC DECLAN BLACKWOOD. THE ONE THAT CONTRACTED DEMONS!"
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The power of rumors and the concept of public shame is something that is one of the scariest things in this world.
Especially for those people who can't live without the confirmation of others.
We, humans, are natural beings with social needs, and almost everyone does have a certain need for reactions and communication. This is especially more severe for those who are going through their puberty stage, where they seek attention.
Why do you think high-schooler bullying cases are a lot more severe than others? Because the way attention blinds people is amazing.
And this is where the public shame comes into the equation.
"Senior," I began, using the title to taunt him, "if you talk about why you were trying to sabotage the club, I may consider extinguishing these fires..."
Jonas hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out. But there was no escape from the blazing inferno that engulfed him.
"...."
The moment I spoke those words, I noticed a flicker of emotion in his eyes—an odd mix of momentary relief and fear. It was not the fear of the flames but something else, something he was desperately trying to hide.
But I wasn't about to let him off the hook. With a dark and threatening tone, I continued, "...Or perhaps I'll just let these flames consume you until there's nothing left."
Jonas, his voice strained, and his body in agony managed to croak out, "You can't kill me, Callius. The academy prohibits killing someone."
I looked down at him, the flames in my hands casting eerie shadows across his face. A cold smile played at the corners of my lips as I leaned closer, my voice low and chilling. "I have no intention of killing you, Jonas. No, that would be too merciful."
His eyes widened in both relief and confusion, but his respite would be short-lived.
SWOOSH SWIRL
"Instead," I continued, my fire burning his skin. "I'm going to do something far worse. I'm going to kill your senses, your soul, and leave you a hollow shell of what you once were." Then, I stopped for a second and raised my voice for everyone to hear. "JUST LIKE THAT HERETIC DECLAN BLACKWOOD. THE ONE THAT CONTRACTED DEMONS!"
The power of rumors and the concept of public shame is something that is one of the scariest things in this world.Especially for those people who can't live without the confirmation of others.We, humans, are natural beings with social needs, and almost everyone does have a certain need for reactions and communication. This is especially more severe for those who are going through their puberty stage, where they seek attention.Why do you think high-schooler bullying cases are a lot more severe than others? Because the way attention blinds people is amazing.And this is where the public shame comes into the equation."Senior," I began, using the title to taunt him, "if you talk about why you were trying to sabotage the club, I may consider extinguishing these fires..."Jonas hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out. But there was no escape from the blazing inferno that engulfed him."...."The moment I spoke those words, I noticed a flicker of emotion in his eyesan odd mix of momentary relief and fear. It was not the fear of the flames but something else, something he was desperately trying to hide.But I wasn't about to let him off the hook. With a dark and threatening tone, I continued, "...Or perhaps I'll just let these flames consume you until there's nothing left."Jonas, his voice strained, and his body in agony managed to croak out, "You can't kill me, Callius. The academy prohibits killing someone."I looked down at him, the flames in my hands casting eerie shadows across his face. A cold smile played at the corners of my lips as I leaned closer, my voice low and chilling. "I have no intention of killing you, Jonas. No, that would be too merciful."His eyes widened in both relief and confusion, but his respite would be short-lived.SWOOSH SWIRL"Instead," I continued, my fire burning his skin. "I'm going to do something far worse. I'm going to kill your senses, your soul, and leave you a hollow shell of what you once were." Then, I stopped for a second and raised my voice for everyone to hear. "JUST LIKE THAT HERETIC DECLAN BLACKWOOD. THE ONE THAT CONTRACTED DEMONS!"
