The Villain Can't Lose Chapter 77 Can’t Be Taunted

"Yo-you bastard!"

I watched with pride as Doru lay on the ground, shouting in pain. His face was contorted in a grimace, and his hands were clutching at his neck as if trying to choke sothing out of it. It was a satisfying sight, and I felt a sense of satisfaction as I stood there, watching him suffer.

"Aagh! Ugh!"

Then, sothing inside snapped, and I squatted down beside him. I could feel the excitent rising within as I squeezed the blood around his neck, making it harder for him to breathe. "Co on, summon the snake," I spoke in a low and sarcastic tone, letting out a short laugh.

Doru's reaction was imdiate. He shouted in agony, trying to unleash sothing that he couldn't see. His eyes widened in terror, and he began to gasp for breath. But I didn't stop. I enjoyed every second of it, relishing in his pain and suffering.

For a mont, I almost felt sorry for him. But then I rembered why should I after everything be will do in the future, and the thrill of revenge returned, burning hotter and fiercer than before.

I leaned in closer to Doru, my eyes fixed on his struggling form. It was a mont of triumph for , a mont to savor the sweet taste of revenge. I had waited for this mont for a long ti and now that it was here, I was going to make the most of it.

Doru's attempts to free himself only fueled my enjoynt. I could feel the power surging through as I tightened my grip on his neck, cutting off his air supply. He was helpless, and I was in control.

But then, sothing strange happened. Doru's struggles began to subside, and his body went limp. I released my grip on his neck, and he lay there motionless, his eyes closed.

At first, I thought I had killed him. But then, I saw the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, "I won't forgive you for this!" He spoke, inhaling and exhaling more air with a mouth like a fish.

"I hope you won't!"

I grabbed two books from the desk, feeling proud of myself for making Doru lie on the ground grasping for air. He had played dirty, but I had played dirtier. I was seething with excitent, and I needed to get out of there before I got carried away.

As I made my way towards the door, it creaked open, and Dante walked in. He was all sweaty, as if he had just co back from training. He looked at and then at Doru lying on the ground helplessly. "What happened?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

I grinned at him, feeling pleased with myself.

Dante looked at with concern. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to explode."

I laughed it off, feeling invincible. "I'm fine."

As I pushed past him and walked out of the room, I could feel the power surging through . I had shown Doru, making him understand that he just couldn't ss with and get away with it.

As I made my way down the corridor, I began to think about what I would do next. I couldn't let Doru get away with this. I had to co up with a plan, a way to get even more revenge. And when I did, he would regret the day he ever crossed .

I walked into the school building, my mind focused on the fact that my first class of the day was magic. As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, I couldn't help but feel a small sense of anticipation. This was a subject that had always intrigued , and I was eager to see what the class would be like.

As I entered the classroom, my eyes were drawn to the round circle drawn in black in the middle of the room. It was clear that this was where the magic would take place. The desks were arranged in a circle around the periter of the room, facing inwards towards the circle.

I scanned the room for a mont, taking in my surroundings. The walls were lined with shelves, each filled with various magical artifacts and trinkets. It was an impressive sight, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Finally, my eyes fell upon the empty desk in the back of the room. Without hesitation, I made my way over and took a seat. From this vantage point, I had a clear view of the entire room, including the showcase of magical items.

As I settled into my seat, I felt a sense of calm wash over .

As I waited for class to start, I heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside the classroom. It wasn't long before the other students started to arrive, and the room filled with the sound of their conversations.

One of the students approached and said, "Hey, did you hear what happened in the library yesterday?"

"No, I haven't," I replied, curious.

"Sobody trashed the place," she said, shaking her head. "Shelves were overturned, books were ripped apart, and there was ink spilled all over the place. It's a total ss."

Another student chid in, "I heard that they're keeping the library closed for the day while they clean it up. It's such a sha, I had a book I needed to return."

"Oh, really?" I replied in a sarcastic tone.

These students probably had no idea that the black thing on the ground wasn't the ink, but the demon's saliva.

"Oh, well..." I let out a deep sigh and leaned forward, resting my head on my hands on the desk.

As the conversation continued, the sound of the door opening caught our attention. We all turned to see the teacher walking in. She was a short woman with fiery red hair, a small nose, and small lips. Her brown eyes sparkled with intelligence, and she had a smattering of freckles across her nose.

"Good morning, class," she said in a lodic voice. "I hope you're all ready for today's lesson."