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“Damn it!”
Tiger’s fist lashed out to his side, reducing the blue plastic chair to a shower of fragments that scattered far and wide.
A resounding crash reverberated through the stadium.
He gnashed his teeth, his eyes blazing with unconcealed resentment.
“I ventured into the Void Realm alone, meticulously planning for two long years, only to have all my efforts crumble at the final hurdle, all thanks to that old man, Yuan Fei.”
Two years prior, he had infiltrated the Monster Academy, and with the combined might of his organization’s aid and his own relentless efforts, he successfully usurped the principal’s position, thereby seizing both the inherent power of the role and absolute dominion over the academy.
Subsequently, he began to orchestrate the integration of the Monster Academy with the mundane world.
The plan progressed with astonishing smoothness, nearing absolute perfection.
His meticulous two-year preparatory arrangement ensured that the Supervisory Bureau remained utterly oblivious to the clandestine events unfolding beneath their noses.
The initial two Void Realms that manifested served as a crucial diversion, drawing the entirety of the Supervisory Bureau’s forces.
This strategic maneuver secured invaluable integration time for the third Void Realm.
Yet, utterly unforeseen, Yuan Fei suddenly materialized in Ying City, a secluded county town, and ultimately, by his singular will, shattered their meticulously crafted scheme.
“You should leave!” Tiger declared abruptly.
From his pocket, he produced an ID card adorned with a red ribbon.
The card’s front displayed a man’s headshot, beneath which his name and title were inscribed:
Name: An Tao, Position: Principal.
“Don’t be a fool!”
The Phantom instantly grasped Tiger’s intent: he meant to intercept Yuan Fei, even if it meant exposing his true identity and formidable strength.
Within the Monster Academy, position inherently equated to power.
Even the most inept individual, upon ascending to the role of principal, would instantaneously acquire Mercury-tier strength.
For true powerhouses, however, this very system proved to be a significant restraint.
“It has come to this point; how can you possibly expect me to abandon it now!” An Tao roared, his voice filled with fury.
With a sudden, forceful motion, he crushed the ID card.
A milky-white luminescence seeped from the crevices of his tiger paw, and within that glow, the reddish-brown fur on his hand began to shed.
Concurrently, his form began to shrink and contort, reverting from its monstrous bestial shape back into a normal human physique…
This was how it should have been.
Having renounced the power tied to his identity as principal, the transformation should have completed, yet, for reasons unknown, it abruptly halted.
“Furthermore… it’s been too long… I can no longer revert.”
An Tao turned his head, his gaze falling upon the Phantom.
His left half had assumed a human form, but the other half remained the grotesque tiger body from before.
One tiger eye, bloodshot and savagely fierce, contrasted sharply with the other, a human eye, which welled with tears.
For the sake of this mission, he had spent two arduous years living in the Void Realm, consorting with its strange creatures.
Those two years in the Void Realm had stretched on for an immeasurable duration, so long that he had forgotten the human world, so long that he had been thoroughly eroded by the Void Realm itself, becoming an intrinsic part of it, a partial vessel for its fundamental essence.
“I am the Void Realm, and the Void Realm is me!” An Tao declared, his laughter echoing as he stared at the Phantom. “All realms shall converge; the present world shall be unified!”
Amidst his laughter, his entire body erupted in a blinding, heaven-piercing white light, his Gold-tier strength unleashing itself without the slightest reservation.
“For the Black Tower! For the future!”
He cast one final glance at the Phantom, as though imprinting the image of his counterpart onto his very soul, before abruptly surging out of the stadium.
****
“That fool…”
The Phantom let out a long sigh, pressing a hand to his face with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.
“Blast it, another subordinate bites the dust.
This year’s performance bonus is surely down the drain.”
The members of their organization invariably possessed a mysteriously unwavering faith, a trait that left him, a cynical opportunist who had joined primarily for the benefits, feeling utterly perplexed and out of step.
“Never mind.
I’ve been here for so many years anyway.
I’ll just wait a few more until I’m thirty-five, then snag that N+1 retirement (TL Note: A common severance package in China, typically meaning N months of salary for N years of service, plus one additional month) package.”
Still… did an evil organization even *have* a retirement policy?
The Phantom stroked his chin, lost in contemplation.
“It should, shouldn’t it?
The Black Tower is, after all, considered the flagship enterprise among evil organizations; surely, they’d offer such a basic benefit.”
He clapped his hands, then drifted upward from the basketball hoop’s backboard, his form flickering as if he were a television screen suffering from a faulty connection.
Yet, at that precise moment, a muffled thud abruptly resounded from beyond the doorway.
Bang!
A severed head, its eyes wide with a desperate, unwilling anguish, flew through the air, landing with surprising lightness directly into the basketball hoop.
The head, bisected down the center of its brow, was half human and half tiger.
It was An Tao.
Less than a single second had elapsed since he had burst from the stadium, a moment truly fleeting.
Clip-clop, clip-clop… The unhurried, crisp cadence of leather heels striking the ground resonated from the corridor.
In the blink of an eye, a man materialized beneath the backboard.
“A three-pointer.
My aim remains as true as ever.”
He retrieved the severed head from the floor, then, with one eye narrowed, he sighted the basketball hoop on the opposite side of the court, mimicking a shooting stance as if preparing to sink a basket.
“And you, Black Tower, still so prone to skulking in the shadows.” He then tossed the human head.
*Clang!* A three-pointer, a perfect swish.
“Heh heh,” the Phantom chuckled, scratching his head with an awkward gesture. “We are an evil organization, after all.”
Evil organizations are akin to rats in a sewer; everyone is eager to stomp on them.
If we didn’t remain hidden, would we instead parade around openly and brazenly?
“Very well, Professor Yuan.”
The Phantom, hovering in the air, placed his right hand across his chest, his left behind his back, then bowed deeply. “We have indeed stumbled this time.
Next time, we shall ensure a thorough post-mortem.”
“Time truly flies.
Goodness, I’ve worked overtime until such a late hour; it’s high time I clocked out.”
He adopted an exaggerated expression as his form grew increasingly ethereal.
“Next time, we *will* apprehend you, Phantom Demon.” Professor Yuan merely observed the Phantom’s form diminish, making no attempt to impede his departure.
This phantom was merely an illusion.
The true Phantom Demon had, in all likelihood, already made their escape the very moment Professor Yuan had first appeared in Ying City.
After all, this was an A-class fugitive, globally hunted for a decade without capture.
Such a keen sense of self-preservation was simply impossible for them to lack.
“Oh, Professor Yuan, you mustn’t speak like that! I’m merely a pitiable wage s*ave (TL Note: A Chinese slang term, ‘niú mǎ dǎ gōng rén,’ referring to a person who works tirelessly and is exploited, like an ox or a horse)!”
With those final words, the Phantom Demon dissolved into the air, leaving Professor Yuan as the sole occupant of the entire stadium.
‘To think the Black Tower would set its sights on Ying City…’
Professor Yuan casually nudged aside the head that had rolled to his feet, a flicker of contemplation passing through his eyes.
The Black Tower was an nefarious organization bent on world annihilation, not some trivial entity driven by mere self-interest or a thirst for power.
Every single one of their actions was orchestrated in pursuit of their so-called ‘lofty ideal’: the unification of all realms and the consolidation of the present world.
This meant merging all Void Realms with the present world, thereby achieving a grand unification.
It was a terrifyingly ambitious ideal.
No one could possibly foresee the true ramifications should all Void Realms merge with the present world.
After all, with countless Void Realm rules layering, overlaying, and corrupting the fundamental laws of the present world, cataclysms like the sky tearing asunder, the extinction of all life, or even the collapse of the universe itself were not beyond the realm of possibility.
Consequently, nations worldwide maintained an unyielding vigilance against the Black Tower.
‘What a vexation.
I’m hardly the intellectual type.
Never mind, I should just complete the primary task at hand.’
Professor Yuan shook his head, a troubled expression on his face, before retrieving a thick, rolled-up booklet from within his robes.
This was the Monster Academy’s root object, which he had retrieved from the tiger’s person: the Monster Archive.
“Simply inscribing one’s name beside a position within this book grants the corresponding power…”
The instant he grasped the root object, Professor Yuan instinctively comprehended its function.
“Do you truly desire for me to inscribe my name upon you?”
The middle-aged man chuckled softly, perceiving the fear and longing that emanated from the booklet.
It was unequivocally attempting to seduce him.
“To have me inscribe my name, are you truly worthy?”
*Rip!* Without a moment’s hesitation, he tore the root object to shreds.
He then silently observed it emit the most agonizing wails, transforming into shimmering motes of light that dissolved into the air.
“It’s simply too hideous.
If inscribing a name didn’t alter one’s appearance, I might have considered taking it back for my students.”
His four students, each more aesthetically pleasing than the last, absolutely could not be allowed to transform into such grotesque monstrosities.
*Crack.*
Inexplicably, though nothing visibly shattered, a sharp, distinct sound suddenly echoed from incredibly close to his ear.
Instantly, the campus, which had been steeped in an unnatural silence, sprang back to life, the entire world seeming to awaken with renewed vitality.
The familiar hum of cicadas and the chirping of insects once again filled the woods, while the sputtering light bulbs ceased their erratic flickering.
The Void Realm had shattered; all was finally concluded.