The soundproof room was now completely silent — utterly dead silent.

  The President rose from his seat with a faint smile. There was a strange brightness in his eyes — as if, after years, someone was finally seeing him as a person, not as a President.

  In a deep, low voice, Nazar said:— “I’ve met countless people in my life… but never someone like you. Ever since I became Council President, everyone has feared me. They respected my position… but today, for the first time, someone looked straight into my eyes and spoke to me like this.”

  He slowly stepped closer and looked at Saamyn — a mix of warmth and dangerous curiosity on his face:— “What you did… I didn’t like it. But your confidence… that, I liked very much.”

  Saamyn gave a slight confident smile and replied:— “Thank you… President Nazar Aev Kurgaan.”

  Nazar suddenly laughed — and the laugh held more sharpness than joy:— “No… Other than my ‘best friend,’ you’re the first person who has ever dared to stand before me and speak like that. So don’t call me President — just Nazar is enough.”

  Saamyn closed his eyes for a moment and spoke softly:— “Alright… Nazar.”

  Nazar drew in a deep breath. A hint of discomfort flickered in his eyes.

  With a calm voice, he asked:— “What your new teacher said about you… throwing a boy out of a window, and yet he was not getting hurt… I couldn’t understand any of it. So tell me yourself — what really happened?”

  Saamyn replied in an unnaturally calm tone:— “I knew the boy wouldn’t get hurt. And the reason the teacher got scared… was because, at that moment… my aura wasn’t calm — it was deadly.”

  Hearing that word, Nazar instantly asked in shock:— “Aura…! Aura is the energy formed by a person’s emotion, strength, and mental state — something everyone possesses. How much exactly do you know about it?”

  Saamyn’s lips curved into a slight, confident smirk:— “I don’t just know about it… I can control it in a second if I want.

  But Aura born from emotions… that one’s hard to hold back. Because that rises straight from the deepest part of my soul.”

  Nazar’s eyes suddenly widened. In his mind, he froze for a moment, thinking:— “Controlling Aura in the blink of an eye? That’s practically impossible… And this kid says it’s normal for him?”

  Forcing a calm smile, he said:— “Can you… maybe show me a demonstration?”

  Saamyn didn’t answer. He simply closed his eyes slowly.

  And in the next moment, the entire atmosphere shifted — the silence of the soundproof room grew heavy, the white walls seemed to darken under invisible shadows of fear.

  He slowly opened his eyes — And those eyes… A dark universe. An infinite depth filled with stars. Floating in the middle — Deadly Darkness.

  The moment Nazar looked into them, he felt like — he was being dragged into another dimension. Stars above, endless void below… and in the center stood only one thing — the presence of Death itself.

  Nazar’s body turned cold. His heartbeat felt like it stopped. His palms sweated, breath caught — It felt like the boy standing in front of him wasn’t human… but a living silhouette of death.

  Right then, Saamyn closed his eyes again. That crushing aura shattered instantly. The room returned to its calm, normal state. But Nazar was panting — as if death had just released him.

  Under his breath, he whispered to himself:— “I know how to control Aura too… but like this? So deep, so terrifying… No, never. Not even once.”

  With a trembling voice — mixed with fear and excitement — he said:— “A… amazing. No — more than that… terrifying.”

  Saamyn gave a strangely sweet yet unsettling smile:— “Come on, Nazar… we should head out now.”

  Nazar stayed silent for a few seconds. Only one question kept circling in his head:— Did he really just gain a friend… or was he standing in front of a monster?

  As Saamyn walked toward the door, he suddenly turned back and flashed a mysterious smile — a smile Nazar completely failed to notice.

  But that smile… had enough chill to freeze the light in the room itself. Finally, Nazar steadied himself and stepped outside with Saamyn.

  And one thought kept echoing in his mind:— “There’s an invisible catastrophe inside this boy… something that could swallow the world if it wants.”

  Once outside, Saamyn looked calm again — almost angelic. But everything that happened inside the room… Nazar hid it behind a light, serious, emotionless mask on his face.

  Except for Ymraan and the 1st-Year President, fear was written all over everyone else’s faces.

  Nazar slowly walked toward the 3rd-year students. There was no special expression on his face…

  but his eyes carried a coldness sharp enough to freeze a man to the bone. In an icy voice, Nazar asked:— “Do any of you want to say something now?”

  One of the boys nearby stuttered out:— “P-P-President… everything Siddarik told you… it’s all lies!”

  Nazar replied in a very straightforward, eerily calm tone:— “So everything Saamyn Siddarik said… is fake? He said you mistreated his friend—”

  Before he could finish, another boy blurted out, panicking:— “No, President! None of us mistreated Taqeesh! Siddarik framed us!”

  Saamyn and Ymraan didn’t pay the boys a shred of attention — they stood there like the whole situation had nothing to do with them.

  But Nazar… he slowly closed his eyes, his breath getting a little heavier, then said in a deep, icy voice:— “You’re lying.”

  One of the boys burst out, half-angry, half-terrified:— “How can you say we’re lying?”

  Nazar opened his eyes without any rush. And those eyes… were filled with deadly seriousness. The moment the boys met that gaze, their bodies turned cold.

  In an even deeper, frost-bitten voice, he said:— “You’re lying because… whatever you did to Taqeesh — Saamyn never told me a single word of it.”

  Saying that, Nazar walked right up to the boy.

  Lowering his voice, staring straight into his eyes, he added:— “And if you really didn’t do anything… Then why did you say, ‘We didn’t do anything to Taqeesh’? I never mentioned his name. That means you are lying.”

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  Seeing Nazar like this, even the 1st-Year President froze in fear. As for the 3rd-years… their blood practically left their bodies. Not one or two — every single one of them collapsed to their knees, trembling.

  Some couldn’t hold back tears, some had dried throats, every face stamped with pure fear. Expressionless, in a deadly calm voice, Nazar said:— “Stand up. I said—stand.”

  No one dared disobey. They shot to their feet instantly.

  Then Nazar continued:— “You may go home now. Your restriction letters will be sent to your parents.”

  The boys’ faces turned completely pale. No one had a word left to say — even their tears felt too scared to fall.

  And right then — from behind, in a soft, polite tone, Saamyn said:— “Nazar… I want to say something.”

  Nazar turned around to face Saamyn and asked in a calm voice:— “What is it that you want to say now?”

  Saamyn gave a gentle, kindness-filled smile as he replied:— “Everything that happened here was because of me. If a person can forgive even the ones who wronged him, then his offenders deserve forgiveness too. So I forgive them. My request is… please don’t expel them from the school.”

  Hearing this, Nazar smiled slightly and nodded in agreement

  Everyone in the room went completely still. Because this was the first time anyone had ever overturned Nazar’s decision.

  And even bigger — Saamyn was addressing the 3rd Year President by name. Nazar then faced the students and said in a calm tone:— “You’re forgiven…

  but you must apologize one by one to everyone you mistreated. Remember — this is your last chance.”

  At those words, tears of relief filled many eyes. Smiles returned to their faces, and a heavy weight lifted from their chests.

  Nazar then looked back at Saamyn with a soft smile and said in a warm, gentle voice:— “You’re not just beautiful on the outside… your heart is just as beautiful.”

  After everything was settled, Saamyn, Ymraan, and the rest of the Council of Crown left the head office.

  The 1st Year President, stunned, turned to Nazar and asked:— “President… What did you just do? You punished them, then forgave them? What did Saamyn Siddarik say to you in that room that made you listen to him?”

  Nazar gave a small smile and replied:— “Kid… you won’t understand. Today was my first time meeting Saamyn Siddarik, yet it feels like… I’ve known him for years.”

  The 1st Year President was completely stunned. He had never seen Nazar smile like that in his entire life.

  Suddenly, Nazar stepped out of the Council of Crown’s office with quick, sharp footsteps and called out from behind:— “Saamyn Siddarik!”

  Hearing his voice, Saamyn — and everyone else — turned around.

  Nazar spoke again, this time softer but still serious:— “Can you come with me to my office for a while?”

  Saamyn didn’t ask a single question. He just nodded and calmly walked with Nazar.

  Everyone who saw this was literally speechless. Except Ymraan. The corridor slowly emptied — students moving with their heads down in silence.

  And completely contrasting that whole gloomy vibe, Ymraan was casually walking behind them with a mischievous smile, as if he was cooking up some chaotic plan in his head.

  He suddenly looked straight at the 3rd Years and their classmates and said:— “Hey, you bunch of clowns.”

  His deep, heavy voice made everyone flinch. Ymraan continued:— “One of you tried to scare Saamyn, right? I also wanna know what fear feels like. Come on… someone please scare me.”

  No one dared to make a sound. Everyone already understood —Ymraan was insanely strong… and dangerous.

  Meanwhile, Rayn and Haarun were chilling on the side of the corridor, lost in their own conversation.

  Whatever was happening in class didn’t matter to them at all — they had already bunked the entire thing. Right then, a familiar voice came from behind:— “So you guys skipped class again today, huh?”

  Rayn and Haarun turned around and saw Sa’ut standing there. Rayn grinned and replied:— “Looks like you bunked too! And bro, tell me one thing:— why do you always show up from the back? What’s wrong with using the front? Scared your treasure might disappear or what?”

  Sa’ut asked in an excited voice:— “Forget all that — first tell me what happened to Saamyn and Ymraan! They were taken to the Council of Crown!”

  Hearing that, Rayn and Haarun both froze. Rayn stared at him and asked in disbelief:— “Bro… do you have every piece of school info in your pocket or what? How the hell did you even know they were taken there?”

  Before Rayn could say anything else, Haarun chimed in bluntly:— “Yeah, where do you get all this data from?”

  Sa’ut ran a hand through his hair and replied with a playful smirk:— “I’ve been bunking from the very beginning, duh. I saw everything happening in your class. And the data? I steal those every time from the neighbor’s house like always.”

  Hearing that, Haarun shook his head and said in a straight voice:— “Bro… I seriously don’t know what your future is gonna look like. And about those two? Yeah… I can’t say anything.”

  Rayn added in a firm tone:— “My guess is — those two have already flexed their names even inside the Council of Crown. Let’s go, we should head back to class.”

  A little later, Ymraan and the others entered the classroom. Rayn and Haarun also slipped in quietly. The moment they walked in, the entire class went silent. Even the teacher stopped teaching.

  Everyone except Ymraan stood in front of the class and apologized with their heads lowered. The whole class was shocked and completely confused.

  Then Ymraan, with his full attitude, said loudly:— “Oi you bunch of dumb idiots, bastard's listen up — go spread this across the whole school. Nobody better pull any stupid shit again.”

  His deadly tone and rough words made a cold wave of fear run through the class. Haarun then said bluntly:— “Sarqaan, dude… there are girls here. Cut down the cussing.”

  Ymraan said in his attitude-dripping voice:— “So what? It’s not like I’m trying to impress girls with sweet talk. And what — did you think I’m some holy, innocent baby or what?”

  Then he paused for a few seconds, pulled a sly smirk on his lips, and added:— “Say whatever you want, but scaring that 1st-year president was fun as hell. If he crosses me again, I swear I’ll give him a heart attack on the spot.”

  Right then, a random student suddenly spoke up:— “Are you messing with us?”

  Ymraan stopped. Went completely silent. His eyes turned dead-calm — so cold that a few students’ knees literally went weak.

  He stared straight at the guy and said in a deep, icy voice:— “Are you my friend? My brother? Why the hell would I joke with you?”

  That tone… that empty, hollow look in his eyes — For a moment, the guy genuinely felt like he had stared death right in the face.

  Still, one question was buzzing in everyone’s mind — but nobody had the guts to ask: Where is Saamyn? What happened to him?

  Haarun finally broke the tension and said:— “Bro, if you keep scaring people like this and roasting everyone… none of y’all will ever get a girlfriend.”

  Ymraan answered instantly, full attitude straight into the veins:— “I don’t need a girlfriend. Because… love is your game — and roast is my weapon.”

  Right then, we see Nazar’s office. As Saamyn stepped inside, he noticed a tidy, clean, super-organized workspace.

  A big desk in the center. On it — some files, a couple of school books, a sleek laptop, and perfectly arranged stationery.

  On the side, a small bookshelf filled with thick books — mostly history, rules, and regulations. Near the window, a green plant adds a soft fresh vibe to the room.

  The room wasn’t huge, but the discipline in every corner made it obvious — This belonged to someone who liked having everything under control.

  On the wall hung the school emblem, with a few certificates and medals displayed behind glass.

  Saamyn quietly observed everything. Nazar took his seat and, in a calm tone, said:— “Sit, Saamyn.”

  Once Saamyn sat down, Nazar started speaking straight-up, in a low voice:— “Only the Council members and the teachers know who they are. All the hidden information of the school comes to me. Still… I feel like there’s a huge gap somewhere.”

  Then Nazar suddenly leaned forward with a bit of excitement in his tone:— “Saamyn Siddarik… you look like someone who knows a lot more than he shows. So tell me — what exactly should I do to make sure the things you warned me about… never happen?”

  Saamyn stayed silent for a few seconds, then said calmly:— “First, stop thinking of yourself as just the President all the time. Understand what’s right and wrong before making decisions. And if someday you make a mistake… just apologize directly. It won’t reduce your respect — people will see you as a fair and brave leader.”

  Nazar went completely silent. He was listening with full attention — like Saamyn was the teacher and he was the student.

  Saamyn continued:— “Treat everyone normally. Reduce the distance a bit. Then everyone will see you as the greatest leader.”

  As his words ended, a soft sense of calm spread through the room. With curious eyes, Nazar asked:— “That’s it? Nothing more?”

  Saamyn replied gently:— “Do these first. You’ll understand the rest on your own.”

  Then Saamyn stood up:— “I need to get back to class now. So Nazar… we’ll meet again.”

  He walked towards the door — calm, confident, fully in his own vibe.

  As soon as Saamyn stepped out and closed the door, the office sank back into its old silence. Nazar sat still for a few seconds.

  Then he lowered his eyes slowly and thought to himself:— **“Saamyn Siddarik…

  If you had joined this school the same year I did — this place would’ve hit the top 5 already.

  Such a big lesson… and you gave it through just a handful of words.

  I’m not the one meant to be President — you are. Saamyn Siddarik… you’re truly built differently.”**

  Nazar let out a long breath. In his eyes appeared that rare, soft-but-shaken expression — an expression Nazar Aev Kurgaan never shows to anyone.

  His mind was still echoing with Saamyn’s calm voice and that deadly confidence. And only one thought kept circling in his head:— “I can’t beat this guy… one day, I’ll need him by my side instead.”