An unusual scene unfolded in the classroom. Desks and chairs lay overturned in disarray, notebooks, textbooks, and stationery scattered across the floor.

The clock showed a time just before the end of school. Normally, this would still be homeroom; the overturned furniture was highly abnormal. The natural course of action would be to immediately restore order.

Yet, no student made a move to do so. Even the homeroom teacher remained passive. Everyone was paralyzed.

“Ah… ahh…!”

In the center of the classroom, a male student from the top of the class hierarchy (with naturally blond hair) slumped to the floor. Liquid streamed from his eyes and nose, his whole body trembling. Several other male students from the same social strata were similarly collapsed nearby.

“Hi… hi…!”

Another figure lay near the center: the most popular girl in the class, known for her striking beauty. Her usually refined face was contorted with terror.

“Ah… gah… ugh…”

On the blackboard, the homeroom teacher clung to its surface, his face ashen. Normally, he would be the first to address the situation, ordering the students to tidy up and return to their seats. But he was utterly incapable of acting.

“Whew… where was I?”

The instigator of this bizarre scene, a male middle school student, emitted an almost palpable aura of oppressive pressure as he casually spoke, his eyes regarding every student and teacher with utter disdain, as if they were nothing more than trash.

“Oh well. Let’s begin in earnest, then.

Time for payback… for revenge!”

The middle school student—the protagonist of this story—let out a cruel, chilling smile as he made his announcement.