Darren's face went ghost-white.Yeah, he knew the delivery girl had weird ties, but four S-rank bosses? This wasn't a beehive—it was yanking the lid off hell."Retreat! Get the hell out!" he shouted, voice cracking as he bolted.Too slow."Run?" Lord Nortune's icy voice slid in right beside him.A pale, flawless hand materialized, clamping his throat and hauling him off the ground.His prized S-rank armor folded like cheap foil.Under the swirling blood cloud, Lord Nortune's form sharpened—perfect, regal, lethal."N-No—" Darren gagged, feet kicking as his face went purple.A stub of chalk zipped through the air like a bullet, crunching into Howie's knee.He hit the dirt screaming, kneecap blown apart.Madam Faceless flickered into view, voice flat and merciless."Campus violence. Group bullying. Per school policy, this warrants immediate expulsion."Her words were the gavel.Howie and the others glitched, edges smearing like an eraser dragged across them. Their screams cu
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