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Who is the last to laugh chapter 1
"How disappointing... I thought this would be more fun. Tsk."
I muttered calmly, my gaze drifting over the lifeless corpses scattered around me. Blood pooled at my feet, but I felt nothing—just boredom.
"Y–You monster!"
Someone shouted behind me, their voice trembling with angst.
I turned slowly to face them. It was the second-year's top student—the same one who used to pay bullies to do his dirty work.
I began walking toward him. He backed away, step by step, until he tripped over a severed arm. His head snapped toward the body. Recognition struck.
Then came the scream. Raw, grief-stricken.
"You murderer! How dare you kill my fiancée! I'll never forgive you, you psychopath!"
He howled, broken and furious.
I stared down at him and smirked slightly, the corner of my lips curling. There was a flicker of satisfaction—but it wasn't enough. Not even close.
I laughed, slow and mocking, watching him freeze as I stepped closer.
I knelt before him, looking him dead in the eyes, a sick joy lighting my voice.
"You think I care even a little if you forgive me? Hah. Not a chance. If I wanted to, I could cut you into a thousand pieces this very second. And you'd only realize it once it was too late."
His eyes widened in terror. He began trembling violently.
Amusing.
But boredom was creeping in again.
I reached for the dagger hidden beneath my dress. I was considering letting him live—he had been entertaining. But the moment he saw my hand move, he started screaming, begging, groveling.
Pathetic. Disgusting.
I snapped.
I grabbed my dagger and brought it to his chin, raising it slowly, forcing his face toward mine.
That's when I noticed it—his eyes. The color was changing. And then—he froze.
I backed away instinctively.
And in the very next second, he exploded.
Blood splattered everywhere—on the classroom windows, on my dress, on my face.
Before I could even process what just happened, I heard a sound behind me. I turned—
And saw something straight out of a fantasy book.
Tiny elves. A swarm of them rushed toward me.
They circled around, chanting in a language I couldn't understand.
A glowing magic circle formed beneath me.
I tried to step back, but a barrier stopped me cold.
I unsheathed my swords, slashing at the barrier—once, twice, five times.
Nothing.
The circle lit up, growing brighter.
Just when I thought, Seriously? I'm gonna die like this?—
The light turned to a hole. And I fell.
A few days ago...
To be continued....