[Want... Revenge?]

Mentioning Liu Erlong, a deeper pain and anger flashed in Flender's eyes.

It was this good-for-nothing in front of him who took advantage of his feelings for Liu Erlong, and also took advantage of Liu Erlong's past infatuation, using both of them as stepping stones and fig leaves.

Now that the truth has come out, Yu Xiaogang's reputation is completely ruined. As a result, those associated with Yu Xiaogang have also seen their status plummet in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, suffering scorn and exclusion.

Want to leave?

Leave this top-tier Soul Master Academy of the Empire?

But Blue Tyrant Academy would never take in this group of "plague gods".

Leave?

Forced to live under someone else's roof, enduring constant contempt and neglect, the once spirited Four-Eyed Owl Flender was so frustrated he was about to explode.

"Be smart, finish this meal, pack your trash and get out of here! Don't ever show your face in front of me again, and don't embarrass yourself by using the Shrek name! If it weren't for... hmph!"

Flender ultimately didn't utter the name "Tang San," but instead glared fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, the disdain and disgust in his eyes almost tangible.

He suddenly flicked his sleeves, creating a chilling gust of wind, turned and strode away, slamming the door shut with a loud bang, sending dust flying from the walls.

The loud slamming of the door was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Yu Xiaogang's fragile and vulnerable heart.

The dormitory returned to a deathly silence, even colder and more oppressive than before.

Yu Xiaogang remained frozen in place, still in that struggling, trying-to-get-up posture.

Flender's undisguised look of contempt pierced his soul like Poison Point thorn.

The mushy mess on the ground reeked of rancidity, and the dust-covered bread mirrored the trampled dignity he now possessed.

After a brief silence, an indescribable, thick, ink-like resentment began to frantically grow and spread from the deepest recesses of Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

His sallow face was contorted and flushed red with extreme anger. His deep-set eyes, filled with turbid light, blazed with a terrifying ferocity as he stared intently at the closed door, as if trying to Infiltrator the door and Burn Flender's back.

"Heh... heh heh..."

Suppressed, guttural gasps, like the growls of a demon, squeezed from deep within his throat.

"Lin... Xia..."

This name was like a fuse igniting a powder keg, giving Yu Xiaogang's Spite its most crucial outlet.

He clenched the dirty mattress beneath him so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled violently with extreme anger.

"Damn Lin Xia!!"

A shrill, hoarse roar, filled with endless Curse, finally burst from his throat, echoing in the confined space.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you bastard! You worthless wretch! If it weren't for you... if it weren't for you, how could Bibi Dong have treated me like this? How could the Spirit Hall have suppressed me like this?! How could I, Yu Xiaogang, have come to this?!!"

The curses directed at Lin Xia poured out like a flood.

He attributed all his failures, humiliations, and resentment to that boy who appeared out of nowhere, possessed extraordinary talent, stole all of Bibi Dong's attention, and might even ruin all his plans!

"Damn Bibi Dong! You slut! You blind slut! I was so devoted to you! And yet you humiliated me like this for that little beast! You trampled me into the mud! You don't deserve it! You deserve to die a horrible death!"

Thinking of Bibi Dong's cold gaze and disdainful attitude, Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and jealousy and Spite were gnawing at his reason.

"Damn the Spirit Hall!"

The humiliation Flender inflicted before his departure only added fuel to the fire.

"Damn it, Flender! You blind fool! You opportunist! You piece of trash! You dare look down on me, Yu Xiaogang?! Without me, would Shrek be where it is today?! You ungrateful wretch! You deserve to die too!"

The flames of resentment burned ever brighter, and Yu Xiaogang, like a madman who had completely lost his mind, dragged everyone he knew—everyone he felt had wronged him, belittled him, or hindered him—into the Abyss of Curse.

Liu Erlong, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Oscar... even Tang San, on whom he placed high hopes but could not salvage the situation, were all, in his distorted perception at this moment, tinged with the color of betrayal.

"Aaaaaahh..."

The extreme negative emotions were almost bursting his fragile body and soul. He roared, feeling a metallic taste rise in his throat.

"You... all of you! Don't give me a chance! If... if I, Yu Xiaogang, even find the slightest chance to turn the tables! I swear! I will make you all pay a thousandfold price!"

"I will repay you tenfold! A hundredfold! Tenfold for the shame and pain you inflicted upon me!! I will make you wish you were dead!!!"

Just as Yu Xiaogang's Grudge, anger, hatred, despair, and insane Covet for power, like volcanic lava accumulating for millennia, gathered, boiled, and surged to their peak deep within his soul, threatening to completely devour his last shred of sanity—

Buzz...

An indescribable, vast, ancient will, seemingly originating from the deepest reaches of the universe, descended without warning!

This will is not the warm sunlight, but the furious core of billions of stars erupting simultaneously, carrying an extreme sense of power to destroy and reshape.

It wasn't transmitted through the ears, but rather resonated directly deep within Yu Xiaogang's soul. Each syllable was like a heavy meteorite Tackle his sea of consciousness, stirring up towering waves.

Do you want... revenge?

A deep, authoritative voice, carrying an air of indifference yet also a Captivate quality, resonated directly in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

The voice was powerful, as if it could easily crush his soul, yet it also possessed a fatal attraction, like the only light in endless darkness.

Yu Xiaogang felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, instantly jolting him out of his hysterical frenzy. Extreme fear replaced his insane Spite!

His body tensed abruptly, like a startled hedgehog, his cloudy eyes scanning the empty room with terror.

"Who?! Who is it?!"

He screamed, his voice shrill and distorted with fear.

"Come out! Stop playing tricks! What do you want?!"

He instinctively curled up, his hands instinctively protecting his vitals, as if that would protect him from the unknown presence.

His long-standing experience of being suppressed and despised made him extremely sensitive and suspicious. This sudden, eerie sound made him immediately think of assassins sent by the Spirit Hall or arranged by Lin Xia to give him a final humiliation or even silence him!

That grand will seemed completely unconcerned about his wariness and fear, even carrying a hint of... mocking laughter?

[Heh... Fear? Interesting.]

The voice rang out again, directly responding to his question, with a condescending indifference.

[My name is...]

The voice paused for a moment, as if proclaiming an undeniable truth.

[Anger!]