Ever since reading Lin Zhiyu’s file, a single nagging question had lingered in Bian Ying’s mind.
Lin Zhiyu had been highly dependent on her father.
Therefore, no matter what problems she encountered, she would always choose to seek his help.
If the principal had taken her issues seriously and actively resolved them at the time, Lin Zhiyu would never have chosen to commit suicide.
But Lin Zhiyu still committed suicide.
She even left such a dying message on the back of a photograph.
Now, after discovering the principal’s true colors, everything made sense to Bian Ying.
Upon learning of Lin Zhiyu’s ordeal, the principal believed she was challenging his authority as a father.
He was even more furious that her actions were tarnishing his own reputation.
Thus, he responded with fierce reprimands and chilling indifference.
Accidentally exposed to drugs and met with her father’s cynical mockery, Lin Zhiyu was driven to suicide in utter despair when her withdrawal symptoms flared up.
“Did you know she left you a dying message before she committed suicide?” Bian Ying asked.
“What?” The principal froze.
He had taken away all of Lin Zhiyu’s belongings, yet he had never found anything resembling a suicide note.
For that, he harbored both resentment and regret.
Bian Ying took out the photograph.
“I found this photo wedged in a crevice in Dormitory 414.
This must be a picture from when she was a child, right?”
The moment the yellowed photograph appeared, the previously emotionally unstable principal quieted down.
He stared blankly at the photo, lost in some unknown memory.
“There’s a sentence on the back of this photo,” Bian Ying said slowly and methodically.
“It’s likely the final message she left for you.”
“What is it?!” The principal finally moved, stepping forward eagerly.
At the same time, Eight Evils cast its gaze down from a high-dimensional plane.
It wondered what trick this ant was playing at now.
However, the purpose of its descent had already been fulfilled.
It had long lost interest in participating in this farce.
No matter how much time passed, human desires remained boundlessly greedy.
The slightest external stimulation was enough to infinitely amplify the cravings in their hearts.
Bian Ying turned the photo over, exposing the line of text on the back to the principal.
“A…
stain,” the principal repeated the two words.
As if recalling something, he stumbled backward in horror.
Bian Ying held the photo and advanced, pressing him step by step.
“You must have said this word to her often during that time, didn’t you?
With your promotion approaching, your daughter experiencing such an incident could indeed be considered a stain on your record.
“So, she remembered it.
“In order to avoid becoming your stain, she committed suicide and erased her own existence.
And you successfully got your promotion.”
He had become the principal of Wuhai University.
With every sentence Bian Ying spoke, another piece of the principal’s psychological defenses shattered.
By the time her final words fell, he could no longer control his expression.
The realization that his daughter’s death had bought his promotion looped endlessly in his mind.
The surging, painful undercurrents nearly drowned him.
“Ugh…
It wasn’t me!
It wasn’t like that!” A strange noise rattled from the principal’s throat.
His face twisted in a complete breakdown, his crimson pupils nearly losing focus.
At this moment, the principal was like a cornered beast, bitterly struggling within a cage, finally meeting his end.
The beast collapsed powerlessly, his face streaked with tears as he repeatedly muttered a single phrase, “It wasn’t like that…”
“Lin Zhiyu is dead, and there is no way to bring her back,” Bian Ying said.
“Yet you still want to control the students of Wuhai University the same way you controlled her life.
“Those students who resist you are all just reflections of the old Lin Zhiyu.”
As her voice faded, Bian Ying took advantage of the principal’s daze and lunged forward without warning, snatching the school rulebook away.
Not just the principal, but even Eight Evils failed to react in time.
“Bian Ying!” Tan Linyan’s voice rang out from behind as Bian Ying tossed the school rulebook into the air.
BOOM!
Two streaks of golden light crisscrossed in a flash.
The rulebook was instantly slashed into countless fragments in midair.
The Deceit Domain dissolved.
The gloomy sky cleared, and the shadows and blood clots scattered across the campus vanished without a trace.
Dawn had broken.
Reinforcements from the Deceit Investigation Bureau arrived soon after, swiftly securing the students who had been assimilated.
Upon seeing the tragic state of the sports field, everyone’s eyes grew red as they silently took in the scene.
On the path to combating Deceits, they still had a long and arduous journey ahead.
Tan Linyan quickly moved to Bian Ying’s side and led her away from the rostrum.
“The rulebook has been destroyed.
The Deceit won’t just sit back and do nothing.”
“Trying to leave?” A cold, furious voice echoed behind them.
Tentacles tore through the air.
The dark green appendages were covered in irregular, dark circular patterns, with black barbs protruding from their otherwise smooth surfaces.
It was obvious that the Deceit had been enraged.
CLANG!
Tan Linyan held his long saber horizontally in front of him, blocking the tentacles before pulling Bian Ying behind him. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“You go first,” he commanded in a low voice, then charged into battle.
Bian Ying didn’t hesitate for a second, decisively turning around to leave.
What a joke!
Was she supposed to stay behind and be a cheerleader?
However, the Deceit clearly had no intention of letting her escape.
Just as she turned around, she saw the principal—or rather, Eight Evils—suddenly appear in front of her.
The principal had now been reduced to a puppet controlled by Eight Evils.
On his expressionless face, his crimson pupils dilated.
Tentacles pierced through his clothes, extending outward from his spine.
“You little bug, you’ve actually managed to annoy me a bit,” Eight Evils said lazily.
“You didn’t really think you could catch me just by breaking the Deceit Domain, did you?”
Its tone suddenly shifted as eight tentacles surged wildly toward Bian Ying.
“No, I am everywhere.”
Eight Evils’ mocking and arrogant voice seemed to speak right next to Bian Ying’s ear, a bone-chilling aura abruptly shooting into it.
The warning alarms in Bian Ying’s brain reached their absolute peak.
Running purely on instinct, she fired the last three bullets from her Energy Gun.
BANG BANG BANG!
“Ugh!” She let out a muffled groan.
Though she managed to dodge the tentacle in front of her, she was violently snatched up by another from behind.
Surprisingly, the tentacle wrapping around her seemed very careful.
It didn’t hurt her at all; instead, it gleefully tried to draw closer to her.
Bian Ying was baffled.
Had this tentacle mutated?
Before the tentacle could get any closer, however, Eight Evils’ increasingly agitated and furious voice roared, “Trash!
Simp!
What a disgrace!”
Amidst the main body’s cursing, the tentacle reluctantly let go of Bian Ying.
Just as she was about to slip away, the “principal” stepped in front of her, raising a hand to clamp down on her neck and lift her into midair.
“I don’t know what that disobedient tentacle of mine sees in you,” Eight Evils remarked, its sinister tone tinged with confusion.
A tentacle landed on Bian Ying’s face.
The clammy, cold appendage slid down from her temple, gliding across her brow and eyes…
It pressed down heavily on her eyelid.
Bian Ying shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut in terror.
A dense, chilling aura invaded her senses, making her so tense she felt like she might explode, yet the tentacle continued to slither over her eyelids.
She wondered if this bastard was trying to gouge her eyes out!