Even if she was just an innocent teaching assistant.
To others, Hene was simply a punching bag.
These people bullied her without any remorse.
At that moment, as if bewitched, the black characters rose up from the ground again, dark and profound.
Unlike before, they have become more violent, more twisted, and more tearing.
Like an ominous messenger, it appeared before Henney once again.
Do you want power?
This time, Hene's answer was:
"I want power. If I could, I would want to have power..."
She began to hate her own incompetence and weakness.
I was the one who held Professor Victor back.
She didn't want to continue like this.
After Heni answered, the black text seemed to freeze and stop moving, then vanished like a gust of wind.
So Henney waited.
She hoped that some power would suddenly descend upon her.
She hopes that she will no longer be so easily bullied by others.
She hoped that she could better help Professor Victor and those who cared about her.
Finally, one second, two seconds, three seconds...
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"Haha! See, she actually believed it!"
"I knew it, just like Professor Devon said. A good-for-nothing like her, with no talent, would definitely believe in any shortcut to becoming stronger!"
"Those who try to gain without effort only think about how to become stronger. They won't even put in the slightest effort!"
Laughter erupted from all around, and several students sprang out of the bushes, clutching their stomachs and laughing hysterically in front of Henney.
The laughter was like a series of mocking daggers piercing Heni's internal organs. An indescribable sense of grievance welled up in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Hene lowered her head and buried her face in her robe.
'Don't cry...'
Passersby watched, and mocking laughter filled the air.
Like being cut by a knife, one cut after another.
She couldn't feel the pain, yet it felt as if her heart was bleeding.
'Don't cry, Henny! Don't cry!'
The tears that she had been holding back could no longer be contained.
Tears fell like pearls onto the ground.
It was poured onto the ashes, soaking the robe.
A sharp, hoarse cry echoed along the roadside.
It's as if they want to completely sever ties with the merciless mockery, the indifferent contempt.
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