“C-compulsory detention?!”
Hanging by the scruff of his black cloak on the golden sword-line above Mount Sky-Hilt, Regressor Clone Leader #101 stared at the towering stack of red-gridded examination paper in Ye Xiao’s hands. Meanwhile, if the seventeen-year-old Sovereign had just pulled out an ancient torture rack from the Eighteen Hells.
“We are Rank 9 Early and Peak Rank 8 Blood-Shadow Regressors!” Clone #088 snarled, thrashing against the bamboo ruler phantom pinching his collar and clenching his back molars to bite off his own tongue.
“Our souls are forged from pure nihilistic edgelord ink! Everyone in the world betrayed us, so we must betray everyone in the world first! You can torture our flesh with soul-flames or lightning, Ye Xiao, but we will bite off our tongues before we utter a single word of surrender!”
Around him, all two thousand clones opened their jaws and bit down hard toward their own tongues to commit synchronized edgelord suicide.
“Biting your tongue during homeroom to skip an assignment is a classic truancy tactic,” Ye Xiao said calmly, pushing his silver-framed spectacles up his nose. “Unfortunately for you, I have spent the last five years stopping my little sister Jiang Tuntun from accidentally biting her own tongue whenever she eats hot dumplings too fast.”
