Chapter 210

Alex stood and moved toward the bathroom to clean himself, still weak, with too many eyes watching his every move.

He couldn’t act now, but he would remember each one of them. Revenge is best served cold, after all.

He mused, ‘Beware the fury of a patient man.’

When Alex entered the classroom, he quickly scanned the room.

People jeered at him, their stares hostile, silently hoping he wouldn’t come near.

He was the fallen villain, stripped of authority—what could he possibly hope for now?

He chose a corner seat, trying to avoid their attention.

Jack, Kevin, and Rudy—the three who had attacked him a few days earlier—were in the same class.

Their fear was obvious. They avoided his gaze, their eyes darting away as if any contact might spark conflict.

The professor entered, his voice cutting through the tension as he began writing and drawing on the board.

“With this formula, you can create a resonant frequency with the fire element and produce a fireball.”

The chalk screeched against the