Chapter 11: I'm Him

I'm Him

"Yo, did y'all hear? Fang Yuan just GYATT someone!" one student whispered to his classmate, his voice trembling like he just saw Baby Gronk do a backflip.

"Bro, no cap? He really did that?" the classmate replied, clutching his chest like he just got hit with a Grimace Shake. "That's so edgy, I can't even."

"Fr fr, there were guards who saw it go down. Fang Yuan was chasing this dude, and the guy was begging for mercy like a beta, but Fang Yuan was like, 'Nah, I'm him,' and BOOM—headshot. No hesitation, just pure sigma energy."

"Wait, wait, wait—hold up. He didn't just stop there. After he yeeted the guy's head, he dragged the body back to the hostel and turned it into MEAT PASTE. Like, bro, that's some next-level skibidi behavior."

"Are you for rizz?!"

"Deadass, bro. I came early this morning, and the bloodstains were still there, staining the green rocks like some kind of cursed TikTok filter. It's giving horror movie vibes."

"Oh nah, why would I lie? The Academy Elder called Fang Yuan in for this. It's about to go DOWN."

The youths in the Academy were completely unhinged, their little convos going wild. To these 15-year-olds, the concept of killing was like trying to understand quantum physics—way too foreign and way too scary. They'd been sheltered their whole lives, only ever sparring or maybe killing a chicken or two. But actual murder? That's some Gen Alpha-level brainrot they weren't ready for.

"Who did Fang Yuan even gyatt?"

"I heard it was some servant from the Mo family. You know, the ones who always be acting up."

"Yup, I'm the clearest about this. Yesterday, I saw Mo Yan roll up with her squad of goons, trying to start drama with Fang Yuan. It was giving Karen energy, but Fang Yuan wasn't having it."

"The Mo family? Oh nah, Mo Bei's in the trenches now."

Everyone turned to look at Gu Yue Mo Bei, who was sitting there looking like he just got hit with a Fanum Tax. He'd only heard about Fang Yuan's sigma move this morning, and it was hitting him harder than a Livvy Dunne rizz stare. Gao Wan, the servant who got clapped, was someone Mo Bei knew personally. The guy was a bootlicker, sure, but he was also lowkey skilled. And Fang Yuan just… deleted him.

Mo Bei was shooketh. Like, full-on "I need a Grimace Shake to calm down" levels of shook. He wasn't just scared—he was terrified. Fang Yuan wasn't just a murderer; he was a menace. And Mo Bei had fought him before. TWICE. The fact that he was still alive was a miracle.

"I actually fought that guy? And I'm still breathing? Nah, that's cap," Mo Bei thought, his hands trembling like he just lost a 1v1 in Fortnite.

The other students were feeling the same way. Fang Yuan wasn't just a killer—he was a full-on sigma male. The way he'd turned Gao Wan's corpse into meat paste was giving them nightmares. Their innocent little minds couldn't handle this level of edge.

Meanwhile, in the Academy Elder's Office…

The room was tense, like the silence after someone drops a "ratio" in the group chat. The Academy Elder sat there, staring at Fang Yuan like he just saw him do the griddy on Gao Wan's corpse.

"Fang Yuan," the Elder said, his voice deep and serious. "Do you know why I called you here?"

Fang Yuan, standing there like a true sigma, nodded. "Yeah. I used the Moonrizz Gu in the Academy. That's against the rules. First offense is 30 primeval stones. I'll pay up."

The Elder's jaw dropped. "BRUH. That's not even the point! What about Gao Wan's death?!"

Fang Yuan squinted, his rizz levels skyrocketing. "Oh, that guy? He was acting sus. Blocked my door, tried to kill me. I had to defend myself. Plus, I think he was a spy. You should investigate that."

The Elder was speechless. This kid was built different. Not only did he kill someone, but he also turned the corpse into a meat smoothie and delivered it to the Mo family's back door like some kind of cursed DoorDash order.

"WHAT THE GYATT?!" the Elder shouted, almost falling out of his chair. "You did WHAT?!"

Fang Yuan just smirked, his aura radiating sigma energy. "I diced him up and left him at their door. It's called sending a message."

The Elder was having a full-on brainrot moment. This kid was out here playing 4D chess while everyone else was stuck on Candy Crush. He didn't know whether to be impressed or terrified.

"Sigh… just go. The punishment will come later. You're cooked, kid," the Elder said, waving him off like he just lost a game of Among Us.

Fang Yuan left, his low taper fade glistening in the sunlight. The Elder sat there, wondering how he was going to explain this to the Mo family. Meanwhile, Fang Yuan was already planning his next sigma move.

...

"WHAT THE GYATT WERE MY INSTRUCTIONS TO YOU?!" Gu Yue Mo Chen slammed his desk so hard it sounded like he just dropped the bass at a rave. "LOOK AT THIS MESS YOU MADE!"

Mo Yan stood there, looking like she just got ratioed in the group chat. Her head was down, but her eyes were burning with rage. She'd just found out that Fang Yuan had clapped Gao Wan, and she was NOT vibing with it.

"Grandpa, chill," Mo Yan said, trying to keep her cool. "Gao Wan was just a servant. Like, who even cares? But Fang Yuan? That dude's got no rizz. He's out here disrespecting our whole family. It's giving beta energy."

Gu Yue Mo Chen's face turned redder than a Grimace Shake. "YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE? You're out here breaking the rules, and now our family's rep is in the trenches. Do you even know how this looks?!"

Mo Yan kneeled faster than someone dodging a Fanum Tax. "Grandpa, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to mess up. But Fang Yuan's just too much. He lied to get into the academy, hid in his dorm like a scaredy-cat, and then BOOM—he yeets Gao Wan. It's giving villain arc."

Gu Yue Mo Chen took a deep breath, trying to calm his sigma rage. "Alright, listen up. This Fang Yuan kid… he's built different. He's got the brains, the guts, and the edge. If he had better talent, he'd be running this clan by now. But he's a C-grade, so it's whatever."

Mo Yan's eyes widened. "Grandpa, you're giving him too much credit. He's just some scrawny 15-year-old with no rizz."

"Oh, I'm giving him too much credit?" Mo Chen raised an eyebrow. "Let me show you something." He clapped his hands, and a servant walked in carrying a wooden box. It was giving major sus vibes.

"Grandpa, what's in the box?" Mo Yan asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Open it and find out," Mo Chen said, his voice dripping with sigma energy.

Mo Yan flipped the lid, and her face went pale faster than someone realizing they forgot to charge their phone. Inside the box was a pile of minced meat, blood, and bones. It was like someone turned Gao Wan into a cursed smoothie.

"BLEH!" Mo Yan gagged, stepping back like she just saw a jumpscare. "WHAT THE SKIBIDI IS THIS?!"

"That," Mo Chen said calmly, "is Fang Yuan's way of saying, 'I'm him.' He left this at our back door this morning. It's a message."

Mo Yan's rage boiled over. "I'm gonna clap that kid so hard he'll wish he was never born!"

"SIT DOWN," Mo Chen roared, throwing an ink slab at her. It hit her shoulder with a loud THUD. "You're still not getting it. Fang Yuan's playing 4D chess while you're stuck playing tic-tac-toe. This box? It's a compromise AND a threat. If we push him, he'll drop the rest of Gao Wan's corpse at our front door, and our family's rep will be DOA."

Mo Yan's jaw dropped. "So… what do we do?"

Mo Chen stroked his beard, his sigma energy radiating. "First, you're grounded for seven days. No going out, no causing drama. Second, we're compensating Fang Yuan with 30 primeval stones. Third, we're giving Gao Wan's family 50 stones and kicking them out of the clan. It's called damage control."

Mo Yan looked like she just got hit with a Livvy Dunne rizz stare. "But Grandpa, that's so unfair!"

"Life's unfair," Mo Chen said, shrugging. "Now go think about what you've done. And remember this: Fang Yuan's a sigma. Don't mess with him unless you're ready to get cooked."

...

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged in his dorm, meditating like a true sigma male. His mind was calm, but his thoughts were racing. "Skill issue, Mo family. Should've leveled up. Oh well, time to mew and edge my way to the top. This clan ain't ready for my rizz."

He opened his eyes, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "They think they can mess with me? Nah, I'm built different. That box was just the beginning. If they push me, I'll drop the rest of Gao Wan's corpse at their front door. Let's see how they like that."

Fang Yuan stood up, his aura radiating pure sigma energy. "They think I'm just some scrawny 15-year-old with no rizz. But I've got 500 years of experience. They're playing checkers, and I'm playing 4D chess."

He walked over to the window, looking out at the academy grounds. "The Mo family's rep is already in the trenches. If they try to come at me again, I'll make sure they're canceled faster than Eminem at a Gen Alpha party."

Fang Yuan's smirk widened. "They think they can intimidate me? Nah, I'm the one with the edge. They're just betas trying to act like sigmas. But me? I'm the real deal."

He turned away from the window, his mind already plotting his next move. "The Mo family thinks they've won. But they don't know what's coming. I'm about to hit them with the ultimate sigma move. Let's see how they handle that."

...

Mo Yan sat in her room, fuming. "I can't believe Grandpa's siding with that little brat. Fang Yuan's got no rizz. He's just some C-grade loser."

But deep down, she couldn't shake the image of that cursed box. The way Fang Yuan had turned Gao Wan into a meat smoothie… it was giving her nightmares.

"Ugh, I need a Grimace Shake to calm down," she muttered, flopping onto her bed. "But mark my words, Fang Yuan. This isn't over. I'm coming for you."