"Mark Ellison."
As Han Dong called out that long-abandoned name,
Teacher Mr.'s sealed memories seemed to have been completely awakened. Or perhaps the stimulation of the mad laughter had made his thoughts extraordinarily sensitive.
He struggled madly, completely ignoring the black trident hanging before him.
Even the Pharaoh Tentacles binding him trembled slightly, as though they were about to be torn apart.
The pyramid, and even the shadows of all Sharnoth City, shook along with him.
Once Teacher Mr. calmed down somewhat,
Han Dong, seated in the Principal's Office, continued unhurriedly:
"You told Teacher Sadler, your homeroom teacher, as well as the entire school at the graduation ceremony about your dream, didn't you? You wanted students all over the world, to turn every life you came into contact with into a student.
That dream of yours has yet to be fulfilled.
Why not let me help you complete it... I trust you've noticed the similarities between our abilities, Teacher Mr.
If my mad laughter is combined with your didacticism, it will surely create something even more perfect! What do you think, Teacher Mr.?"
Bound in midair, Teacher Mr. lowered his head. Beneath the shadow were long black hair and a handsome, feminine face... Yet the shadows remained too dense to make out his features clearly.
"Han Dong, words like these are useless against me.
Don't think that learning about my past from Sadler will allow you to break through my psychological defenses.
However,
to be honest, I am somewhat 'moved' by you... And I'm also rather curious how someone like you, still stuck at the level of a 'pseudo-king,' intends to deal with Goodman. That guy is much stronger than I am.
This pyramid alone cannot contain him.
And to kill you, that guy has made thorough 'preparations' this time.