The Unwanted Genius Escapes Her Dark Fate

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. Her spine was rigid. Her jaw

her uniform skirt, twisting the material into tight knots. A single, perfect tear welled in

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to speak. She had logic o

ould leave her throat,

kull. It felt like a physical blade carving into her gray m

et. She saw herself screaming. She saw her magic being ripped from her veins, leaving her hollow and bleeding on a cold stone

shed as quick

in the stale office air. She blinked hard. The roo

ove Elara's head. It wasn't a physical object, but an overlay in her mind

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ng her skin icy and numb. It wasn't a hallucination. The prophecy was real. The

habit he leaned on when he was stressed. "I am cutting your mana

e screen above her head flash

. She looked at Elara's fake t

ould become the most pathet

let her kn

ull weight crash onto the thick carpet.

his throat. He stared at his top student, the

The blue screen above her head flicke

er shoulders up and let them shake violently. She didn't have real tears, so she pressed the

d was loud, ugly, and entirely pathetic. "

ee clipped his heavy leather ch

eactions. "I look at Elara, and she's so pure. So innocent. The pressure of being the best...

sed her skirt. Those were her lines. S

He stepped around the desk, his hand reaching out. "Seraphina, pl

d away. She shrank back,

ched into her pocket with trembling fingers. She pulled out the

out with s

need to be punished. I can't handle the

is is an overreaction. We can get you counse

eamed, her voice c

iolent red. CRITICAL ERROR. Target has

genuine panic. It took every ounce o

. It hit the floor with

ayed heavily, acting as if the gravity in the room had doubled. S

mped back into his chair, rubbing his

ing her to recoil. A system penalty. She hissed in pain, cradling her temples as

open. The cool draft of

ped her hands. Her shoulders straightened. The fake sobs va

in their tracks. They stared at Seraphina's red-rimmed

lled her neck, feeling the ten

was going to be the absolute worst