Chapter 7 Dark

"I'll see you later, babe!" an incredibly beautiful girl said, her voice sweet and melodic as she leaned in to kiss the cheek of our OP MC.

The soft touch of her lips lingered for a moment before she pulled away, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection as she smiled at him.

With a graceful turn, she walked into the classroom, her every movement radiating elegance and charm.

"Yup, I'll be here at 5," he replied with a casual nod, watching her disappear into the room. There was a certain nonchalance in his tone, but beneath it, a hint of pride was unmistakable.

He then turned on his heel and began making his way back to his own classroom. It was a bit of a trek from here, but he didn't mind in the least.

His stride was confident, unhurried, as if the envious gazes trailing him were nothing more than a natural part of his day.

And envious they were. All around him, men watched with barely concealed jealousy, their eyes burning with a mix of admiration and resentment.

Some gritted their teeth in frustration, knowing full well that Sophia Taylor, the girl who had just kissed him, was the most stunning beauty on campus.

Her allure wasn't just skin deep; it was as if she was born with an innate grace that made her stand out in any crowd. Even those who were indifferent to looks found themselves captivated by her presence.

It was said that even a dead man would rise just to catch a fleeting glimpse of her lovely figure, so striking was her beauty.

As our OP MC continued on his way, he noticed the usual reactions. Some guys whispered among themselves, trying to figure out what made him so special.

Others simply stared, their expressions a mix of awe and bitterness. But he paid them no mind. He was used to the attention by now, and while he didn't seek it, he didn't shy away from it either.

It was just another part of his life—a life that had changed dramatically ever since he won the lottery and his fortune became public knowledge.

But as he rounded the corner, his path was suddenly blocked. Standing in front of him was a man with a smug grin, his eyes glinting with malice.

He was flanked by a dozen other guys, all of them towering over six feet tall, their chests broad and muscles rippling under their shirts.

These were the star athletes of the campus, the kind of guys who were used to getting their way through sheer intimidation.

"Hey, fugly! I love your girlfriend," the man sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Bring her to my house for a party tonight, okay?" His tone suggested it was more of a command than a request, and the dozen men behind him chuckled darkly, their presence amplifying the threat.

Our OP MC paused, his expression unreadable as he looked at the man blocking his way. The air seemed to tense, the playful atmosphere of the campus shifting as an undercurrent of danger seeped in.

But instead of backing down or showing any sign of fear, he simply smiled—a calm, knowing smile that didn't reach his eyes. He had disposed of scum like these many times since he got his power.

"Sure, that's easy," he replied, his voice even, almost casual. "But I'll need you all to die first, okay?"

Before the men could react, he flicked his fingers, and a sharp, metallic

DING!" echoed in the air. Instantly, the smug grins and cocky attitudes vanished, replaced by blank, emotionless stares.

The group of jocks, who had moments ago exuded confidence and menace, now stood frozen, their eyes glazed over as if their very souls had been drained away.

Without another word, they turned around and began to walk away, their movements mechanical, like puppets on strings. Half a dozen breaths later and they resumed their natural behaviors.

But even as they retreated, the silence was shattered by a sudden, chilling sound only heard by one man.

"AHHHHHHH!" The scream tore through the air, a blood-curdling cry that echoed with pure agony.

It was a scream that only our OP MC could hear—the tortured souls of the young men, now trapped in a nightmarish existence.

They cried out in despair, their voices twisted with pain and terror, but no one else on campus could hear them.

To the outside world, the jocks were just walking away, their expressions blank, their bodies intact.

But inside, their souls were suffering beyond imagination, condemned to an eternity of torment that would eventually drive them mad.

Our OP MC watched them go, his expression still calm, unperturbed by the horrors he had just unleashed. He felt no pity for them; in his eyes, they deserved their fate.

These men weren't just bullies—they were three-time rapists, each of them guilty of heinous crimes that had gone unpunished until now.

Their outward appearance as campus stars had hidden the darkness within, but now their true nature was laid bare.

Their bodies, now empty vessels, would continue to walk and talk, going through the motions of their daily lives.

But their souls, the parts that made them who they were, were gone, replaced by a void that would only bring pain.

And as these puppets moved through the world, they would do more good in their new state than their original selves ever could.

Satisfied with the outcome, our OP MC turned back to his path, the encounter already fading from his mind. To him, it was just another day, another challenge met and dealt with.

As he walked away, the campus returned to its usual buzz of activity, none the wiser to the dark justice that had just been served in their midst.

More than that, he felt no guilt; in fact, he relished being judge, jury, and executioner. The power in his hands was intoxicating, a thrill he had come to love.

He knew that this kind of power could corrupt him eventually, but he didn't mind in the least. This was his life, and he was determined to live it by his own rules, consequences be damned.

Whistling a carefree tune, our OP MC sauntered off to join his class that afternoon, completely at ease with the choices he had made.