A mournful cry of agony rang out.
Lynn's hands began reaching uncontrollably toward the back of his head. Wailing in anguish, the face tore itself away from the back of his skull with his hands.
And from the densely packed eye patterns on Lynn's back...
One screaming student's soul after another began struggling free. Twisted together and crushed into a mass of murky flesh, they formed a new body under Wang Tao's control.
They were just like Wang Tao.
Every one of them was a soul devoured by that evil spirit.
Lynn watched him fall to his knees before the girl's rotting corpse, wracked with pain, covering his face as he wept.
His sharp nails nearly pierced his own face.
The roaring flames...
Lit up the entire classroom.
In the glass, one chaotic scene after another appeared in reflection.
Just like the beginning of this cycle.
The boy sat in his seat, coldly watching the slaughter that the "ghost" had begun for him.
Students fled and screamed everywhere.
Crimson blood was everywhere.
They were slaughtered, cut after cut.
But there was no pity in his heart, only hatred he could no longer suppress.
Yet when the scene shifted again...
The boy was already kneeling before that devil, trembling as he stared at the girl's rotting corpse before him.
Exactly like now.
The only difference was his appearance.
Or perhaps his present form was what he had truly looked like back then-a shattered soul destroyed by hatred.
He sobbed.
He sobbed endlessly, bitterly.
Yet there was nothing he could do.
At the front of the classroom, Lynn wielded his tentacles to force the frenzied ghostly figures back. But as they split into ever greater numbers, even he began to feel tremendous pressure.
But just then...
Click-
The clock's second hand stopped.