She wasn't afraid of anything now—fear had been burned away by rage and despair. She really couldn't stand it, couldn't accept that a mouth full of yellow teeth, such a disgusting old man, would ruin her.
Death seemed preferable.
"What, you wild bitch."
Henry's face twisted with fury as the spit hit him.
"It's your honor that I like you!"
His voice rose to a roar.
"You still dare to spit on me?"
"I'll beat you half to death first, and then play with you. See if you still have that attitude."
Henry's face flushed red with anger when she spit on his face. The disrespect cut deep—he'd become a superpower user now, had gained strength beyond normal humans, and she still dared to insult him?
Still thought she was better than him?
He reached down and pulled the belt from his pants, the leather making a distinctive sound as it slid through the loops. He was about to start beating Grace in front of everyone, about to make an example of what happened to those who defied him.
Suddenly, at this precise moment, the belt in his hand disappeared.
Just vanished as if it had never existed.
Instead, impossibly, two heads appeared in his hand. Human heads, severed at the neck but somehow still alive, eyes rolling in terror.
These two heads were unmistakably those of the two female teachers who had just gone to Elric's apartment to grab supplies—the ones he'd sent out an hour ago.
Henry recognized them instantly. Recognition was followed immediately by terror.
After a roar of "Ah!"—primitive and shocked—he hurriedly threw the two heads away from him as if they were on fire.
The moment he released them, just as they left his hands, suddenly three people appeared in front of him.
Not walked in. Not opened a door. Just appeared, materializing from nothing.
Standing in front was a black-haired young man.
The two heads that Henry had thrown were caught smoothly in this young man's hands, as if he'd been expecting the trajectory.
"You are Henry?"
The question was casual, almost polite.
"You ate the Physical Enhancement Fruit?"
Throwing the two heads aside dismissively, letting them roll across the floor, Elric looked at the middle-aged man before him. He pulled out a fruit knife—simple, unassuming—and stepped forward with measured movements.
Looking at the strong muscles of the man in front of him, the enhanced physique obvious even through clothing, this should definitely be Henry.
So he did not wait for an answer to his questions.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Henry's voice was aggressive, trying to reassert control of the situation.
"I warn you, I am a superpower user, and the knife in your hand is useless to me."
Henry had been startled initially, but he'd calmed down now. Years of being overlooked had taught him to adapt quickly to situations.
He saw Elric coming over with that knife and warned him, trying to establish dominance through intimidation.
Obviously, this young man was a supernatural ability user like him—the teleportation proved that. And he'd come with bad intentions, asking questions about the fruit.
"Don't get excited, I'm just asking you a question."
Elric ignored this person's warning completely, continuing to approach with that same unhurried pace, knife held loosely at his side.
He was ready to ask this person where he got his Physical Enhancement Fruit, to learn about the source.
However, he'd barely taken two steps when Henry made his decision.
Henry wasn't going to talk. Wasn't going to negotiate or explain.
"Fuck you!"
He snarled angrily, then reached behind him with one massive hand and grabbed a huge table tennis table—the kind that weighed several hundred pounds normally.
With his enhanced strength, he lifted it with one hand as if it were made of cardboard, swinging it in Elric's direction with devastating force.
That's right—he didn't want to talk at all. The moment he confirmed that Elric was also a superpower user, his first thought was to kill him immediately.
His beautiful new life had just begun. He would not allow another person with special abilities to press down on his head like in the old times, to take away his power, to reduce him to nothing again.
He wanted to be the king of this place. All the beautiful students and teachers were his to control, his to play with.
He would never allow others to intervene or threaten that.
"Die!"
"Haha!"
Henry thought gleefully about how Elric would be smashed into a meatloaf, imagined the satisfying crunch of bones breaking.
It's a pity that the moment the table fell, the massive weight descending with crushing force, Elric unhurriedly waved the fruit knife in his hand.
The movement was casual, almost dismissive.
The table in front was directly cut in half as if it were made of paper rather than wood and metal. The two pieces fell to either side, hitting the floor with thunderous crashes.
Then he swung his knife again—just a simple gesture, barely any force behind it.
Another slash cut through the air, and Henry's body was directly severed at the waist.
In front of ROOM, there was no such property as hardness. Material strength was irrelevant.
Although Henry's body had been strengthened through the Physical Enhancement Fruit and become extraordinary, so much so that normal knives couldn't cause damage, couldn't even scratch his skin—
Unfortunately, Elric's ROOM completely ignored physical strength. It cut through space itself, separating anything within its sphere regardless of composition.
"No, how is this possible."
Henry looked down at his lower body that had fallen in front of him, at legs that were no longer connected to his torso. His eyes widened with shock and incomprehension.
Why was this young man so powerful? He'd cut him in half with a single knife, as easily as slicing bread.
And after cutting it off, shouldn't he be dead? How could he still have thoughts, still be conscious?
"Ugh, whoa, whoa."
Without waiting for Henry to think about it further, without giving him time to process what had happened—
Elric swung several more times in quick succession.
Slash. Slash. Slash.
In an instant, Henry's body was cut into eight pieces—torso, arms, legs, all separated with surgical precision.
Only his head remained intact, sitting there on the floor, eyes still moving, mouth still capable of speech, consciousness still cruelly present.
Unable to move. Unable to fight. Unable to do anything but watch and understand what had been done to him.
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