part 4

At that moment, Tom saw someone approaching him. It was Alex. He heard him say something about coming towards him.

"Hey mate, no offense, I've got to do this, you understand?"

Tom shook his head. So, Alex was one of the easiest people in the class to target.

Alex came at him and punched him. Tom swung to the side and didn't fight back.

People would look at his face and see someone who was bored.

Alex punched him again, but he didn't know how to kill him.

The thought in Alex's head was simply to punch Tom to death.

Tom kept getting punched, but something was stirring inside him. He didn't even realize it.

The itch inside him continued to grow, as if something was locked behind a door in his brain, and he was punching and scratching at the door to get out.

For the first time, Tom was genuinely curious about what this foreign feeling was. He could feel his body warming up, urging him to do something.

Tom was a human being after all; he needed to satisfy his curiosity and understand what this feeling was.

Whatever this feeling was, even an idiot would have realized it was related to the fight. Tom needed to relieve the itch in his body.

Alex was throwing punches with fear. He had already thrown 8 punches and was shouting, "Die now! Die, damn it!"

At that moment, a voice was heard. "Hey, Alex, is this fun?" Alex could have sworn it was a demon speaking. Then everything happened in an instant—Alex was on the ground.

Tom stood at 1.85 meters tall and weighed 85 kilograms. He was actually naturally well-built. Normally, no one would target him, but he was very asocial.

This was Tom, now on top of Alex, throwing punches. As he threw them, he reached a feeling he had never experienced before.

Excitement, happiness, adrenaline—these were at the root of it all, as if this feeling had connected him to his other emotions.

Anyone who looked at Tom's face at that moment would have been terrified. He was punching Alex to death. Alex was trying to beg, but his broken jaw and nose weren't helping.

Tom touched his face. He was laughing. It was the first time he had ever laughed. Maybe he felt an unbelievable satisfaction from it. He wanted to feel it more.

By that time, Alex was already dead. And if people had looked at Tom as he turned into shards of light, they would have realized he was saying, "Oh, what a thrill. I want more."