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Across the campus, the once-indomitable monsters now wailed in agony.
With a grotesque pattering, one after another, the beast-headed, human-bodied corpses collapsed to the ground.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering the ground with their remains.
Red and green, the corrosive blood flowed along the sunken terrain, converging into gurgling streams.
Lifeless eyes stared as a pair of leather shoes stepped over their bodies, their polished sheen reflected in the crimson rivulets.
Splat!
Suddenly, a Pig-headed Man (TL Note: A monster with the head of a pig and the body of a human.) leaped from the treeline, its colossal frame eclipsing the moon above.
It wore an apron, its fat head adorned with large ears, and clutched a bone-chopping cleaver, roughly half a meter in length.
“Prepare to die!”
The razor-sharp cleaver descended with terrifying force, its pristine surface, already stained with blood, gleaming ominously.
One side of the blade reflected the Pig-headed Man’s grotesquely ferocious face, while the other mirrored the middle-aged man’s utterly roguish eyes.
Such was the power behind this single strike that the air shrieked, a deafening roar accompanying its descent.
Without question, had it landed true, even a colossal boulder would have been cleaved in two.
“Finally, one who can speak!”
Professor Yuan, having slain countless foes along his path, his eyes now dry and weary, had at last cornered an intelligent monster.
The upturn of his lips was, at this moment, harder to suppress than the recoil of an AK.
Whoosh!
The wicked gust generated by the cleaver’s descent ruffled the man’s disheveled hair.
He extended his right hand, forming it into the shape of a pistol, and with his index finger, casually aimed at the Pig-headed Man plummeting through the air.
“Bang!” he whispered.
The very next second, a resounding *splat* echoed, and crimson blood cascaded from the air like a waterfall.
The Pig-headed Man let out a pained shriek, tracing a graceful arc as he was flung backward, landing with a sickening thud amidst the pile of corpses.
“Again… that move again!”
Clutching the bowl-sized cavity in his chest, a flicker of raw terror darted through the Pig-headed Man’s eyes.
Regardless of the rank of employee who dared to approach, this man would simply point a finger, utter a soft ‘bang,’ and unleash this devastating attack.
An unknown force would then tear through their resilient forms, blasting them away with immense power.
What, exactly, *was* this ability?
The Pig-headed Man coughed violently, spitting out a copious gush of fresh blood.
“If air can be continuously compressed to the point of explosion, the power unleashed in that instant can even pierce through steel.”
Professor Yuan leisurely strode over, crouching before the Pig-headed Man, his right hand still casually pointed at the creature’s forehead.
“Such a concept, you foolish Void Realm (TL Note: A dimension or realm parallel to the physical world, often inhabited by monsters and supernatural entities.) creatures, wouldn’t possibly comprehend, would you?”
“Is… is that so?” The Pig-headed Man narrowed his eyes, fixated on the man’s finger.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh… A faint rustling of wind suddenly arose, as the surrounding air began to flow at an imperceptible speed.
In that very instant, he finally glimpsed the true culprit behind his injury.
It was an infinitesimally small cube of air, roughly one millimeter in length, width, and height.
This air cube, incredibly solid and dense, shimmered with a crystalline, sky-blue luminescence, hovering just before the man’s index fingertip, ceaselessly spinning and trembling.
A terrifying power lurked within it.
“Gulp.” The Pig-headed Man swallowed hard, utterly convinced that if this air cube were to detonate, it would blast through his skull, pulverizing his brain into a pulpy mess.
“You… what do you intend to do?” he stammered.
He had only just managed to claw his way into a mid-level position within the academy, finally attaining both wisdom and power.
He was, understandably, unwilling to perish ignorantly as he had once been.
“You truly are too weak,” Professor Yuan remarked. “Killing you is far too troublesome, and frankly, as disgusting as squashing cockroaches.”
Professor Yuan chuckled. “So, would you be so kind as to introduce me to your academy’s principal?”
“I wish to consult with him on the proper methods for cultivating beasts.”
He had already visited the principal’s office, only to find it deserted; upon his exit, he had been ambushed by monsters.
—Clearly, the principal of this monster academy was lurking in the shadows.
“The… the principal?” Realization dawned on the Pig-headed Man. He lifted his head, his voice laced with terror. “You mean to destroy us!”
“No, I mean to destroy *this entire world*,” Professor Yuan corrected the Pig-headed Man with a soft smile.
There were only two ways to annihilate a Void Realm.
The first was to eradicate every native species within it; the second, to seize or obliterate the Void Realm’s foundational artifact.
These foundational artifacts varied wildly in form; some might be inanimate objects, others could even be living beings.
They could even exist merely as an abstract concept.
However, they invariably manifested near the Void Realm’s most powerful entity.
“Even if this world is destroyed, you could still drift through the void, perhaps finding a new Void Realm to inhabit,” Professor Yuan mused.
He narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“But if you die,” he continued, his smile widening, “you are truly dead. Nothing remains, only an endless void.”
Someone had once remarked that when he squinted his eyes and smiled, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the nefarious puppet masters often found in anime.
The kind who, sooner or later, would be vanquished by the righteous protagonist.
Yet, he had never truly cared for such comparisons. After all, destroying worlds was precisely what villains were meant to do.
“You… you must promise not to kill me!” the Pig-headed Man pleaded weakly.
“Indeed, I swear,” Professor Yuan murmured, his tone eerily akin to a wicked uncle sweet-talking a young girl.
What he was about to do, however, was not far off the mark.
“The principal…” The Pig-headed Man gritted his teeth, his voice strained. “He’s in the gymnasium.”
He had made a decision that went against the very tenets of his ancestors.
“Thank you for your intelligence,” Professor Yuan said, rising to his feet. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he uttered the word— “Bang!”
The air cube spun away, detonating with explosive force the instant it made contact with the Pig-headed Man’s forehead.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A colossal volume of air, concentrated into a single point, erupted, instantly ripping away his scalp, piercing through his skull, and scrambling his brain into a pulpy mess.
“Truly foolish, Void Realm creatures,” Professor Yuan murmured, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
How could humanity ever truly spare a Void Realm creature?
They were born mortal enemies, destined to clash until death claimed one or both.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and headed towards the gymnasium—having already committed the school’s layout to memory on his way here.
****
Inside the gymnasium, Tiger sat in the spectator stands, the bullet wounds from the garrison forces still visible on his body.
Yet, the wounds were rapidly healing, and one by one, brass-colored bullets were being forcibly expelled by his contracting muscles, clattering onto the floor.
“He’s here!”
A shadowy phantom, cloaked in black robes, materialized from thin air, settling itself upon the basketball backboard.
His voice was indistinct, heavily distorted, almost otherworldly.
“The White Bone Mountain Void Realm has been breached by him, and the Evil Ghost Crematorium has been suppressed by the others. We have failed; it’s time to retreat.”
“No!” Tiger abruptly lifted his head, his voice resolute. “We will not fail! As long as we initiate the blood sacrifice now, summoning the Void Realm to descend, even if I perish, the plan will still succeed!”
His tiger-like eyes were bloodshot, brimming with a manic fervor.
He was determined to achieve his noble ideal, and even if it meant his own death, he would not hesitate, so long as it advanced their cause even a fraction.
“Impossible,” the Phantom sighed. “With your current strength, you wouldn’t last a single move against him.”
How could the faint glow of a firefly ever contend with the brilliance of the full moon? Such was the stark disparity in their power.
Even with his own intervention, there would be no chance of victory.
Yuan Fei hadn’t become a professor solely due to his academic prowess!
“The hour is not yet upon us,” the Phantom continued. “It will take at least another hour for the nexus fusion to reach the necessary blood sacrifice threshold.”
“Leave now. Preserve your precious life, and you may yet continue to serve the organization, to strive for our noble ideals.”
The Phantom exerted considerable effort to persuade Tiger.
He could not afford to squander such a high-potential subordinate, one he had painstakingly cultivated, by letting him die here for naught.