"Mark Ellison."
As Han Dong shouted out this long-abandoned name.
Mr.Teacher's locked-up memories seemed to be fully awakened, or maybe it was the stimulation of the Mad Laugh, his mind became extremely sensitive.
Completely disregarding the black trident hanging before him, he struggled madly.
Even the "Pharaoh's Tentacles" that bound him were trembling slightly, showing a trend of being torn off.
The pyramid, and even the shadow of the entire Sharnoth, shuddered along with him.
When Mr.Teacher calmed down a little,
Han Dong, sitting in the principal's office, calmly continued:
"You once shared your dream at the graduation ceremony with the homeroom teacher-Sadler and the whole school, right? You wanted to spread your teachings globally and turn all life you encounter into Students.
This dream of yours hasn't been realized yet.
Why not let me help you fulfill this entire dream... I'm sure Mr.Teacher has also noticed the commonality in our abilities.
