Yueshu's voice suddenly rang out again. He calmed down, seemingly regaining his usual composure and elegance.
But the chaotic aura grew more and more oppressive.
At this moment, the pupils of all the children on the ground turned to an amber color.
They opened their mouths, speaking word by word as if reciting:
"Yes, we are bad children, this world is not kind to us."
"Since that is the case, let's overthrow it mercilessly."
"We have our own world."
"We will build a world that belongs to us, where there is a perfect Order of our own."
"We will never lack delicious food, never suffer from vile spitting and bullying, never lack fun playmates, never lack happiness."
"Come join us."
The children standing neatly in the distance suddenly extended their hands toward them in unison, the corners of their mouths curling into cold smiles.
They surrounded the only three people who were still lucid.
