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Lights flickered—on and off—inside a dark room where a single table and chair stood like a throne.
A figure sat there in a brown jacket, face hidden in the shadows. He lit a cigarette, exhaled calmly, and stared at the ceiling.
Just as his face was about to reveal—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The alarm screamed.
Lord jolted awake, rubbing his eyes.
"Again… the same dream," he muttered. "Yeah… I haven't forgotten the past."
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Meanwhile, Taarush woke up early. He tightened his shoes and began running—10 km this time.
The sunrise painted the sky with gold.
"It's worth running in the morning," he breathed out, satisfied.
He freshened up, ate breakfast, and called out,
"I'm leaving, Mom, Dad!"
His parents weren't strict, but the memory of his recent injuries still bothered them.
At the bus stop, Sannya waited patiently near Taarush's lane.
"Thanks for waiting," he said, trying not to blush.
"Let's go."
The bus arrived—no seats. But as time passed, one seat at the window emptied.
Both rushed to save it for each other, only to turn and notice what they'd done.
They froze, embarrassed, and smiled softly.
A voice came from behind—
"Found someone to love, huh?"
It was John.
Taarush internally cried, Great… what a drag. Just ignore him.
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At school, exam atmosphere filled the campus.
Students flipped through notes like their lives depended on it.
Ram slept.
Sam scrolled through his phone like he was on vacation.
The bell rang.
Ram shot up instantly.
"No copying today!" the teacher announced.
Sam began giggling for no reason.
Ram slept again.
Sannya wrote seriously.
Taarush struggled to focus because Sam kept staring at him.
Finally, the bell rang again—exam over.
Students cheered, "YES! Exams are over! Freedom!"
Sannya joined her girl group.
Taarush sat alone until Ram walked over, surprisingly concerned.
"Did you write well?" he asked.
Taarush blinked. "You didn't even write. And you're worried about me? If I were you, I'd—"
Ram giggled. "Who said I didn't write? I finished and slept. You just have sharp eyes."
Sam, feeling ignored by his "slave," grew irritated.
Everyone suddenly felt an uneasy shift—something was coming.
Sam walked toward them.
He kicked Taarush off the bench.
"Surprise, my slave! Exams are over. Let's have fun!"
Taarush fell, pain shooting through his back.
Ram stepped forward instantly.
"I'm not letting you go easy this time, Sam!"
A fight became inevitable.
Ram blocked Sam's heavy strikes but Sam's strength was monstrous—one good punch could send someone to the sky.
Ram pulled his left pant leg up—ready to kick harder.
Sam didn't even see the kick coming.
A flash—then a blow to his neck.
Taarush finally stood up, fury burning.
"I challenge you to a duel, SAM!"
He marched to his bag, pulled out the Hell Coin, and tossed it into the air.
Sam burst out laughing.
"I'll teach you your place!"
Ram shouted, "DON'T! YOU CAN'T WIN!"
But Taarush's eyes were determined.
John rushed in, pulling out a paper.
"The match will be held… after one week," he announced.
His presence froze the entire class.
Whispers filled the room—
John… the one who created the terrifying place called HELL…
Behind them, a clueless student spoke,
"Who are you to decide the match date?"
Everyone pitied him.
Lord once said:
"The one who made the Devil Room… was John."
Silence.
Fear spread across the hall.
Sannya stood shocked.
The whole school knew—
This wasn't a joke anymore.
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