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No one remembers when Sebastian Bell transferred to the university. One semester... He simply appeared. Within weeks, he became the campus phenomenon. The athlete everyone admired. The model every luxury brand pursued. The student professors adored. The face filling every social feed. No one questioned where he came from. People simply accepted that someone so perfect had always belonged. Around Sebastian, restraint quietly disappeared. Students skipped class for another unforgettable party. Top scholars gambled away their futures chasing one more thrill. Influencers sacrificed lifelong friendships for another taste of fame. Every desire became an addiction. Every indulgence became a habit. Enough was never enough. Yet no one blamed Sebastian. He never forced anyone. He merely smiled and whispered, "Why stop now?" Every Halloween, a black invitation arrives without a sender. Embossed in gold are only a few words. You are invited to the Harvest Feast. The destination is an extravagant mansion hidden deep within the mountains, where celebrities, heirs, politicians, and social elites gather for a single unforgettable night. Everyone returns. Different. Some become impossibly successful. Some lose everything. Some remember nothing except a pair of amber eyes watching from the end of an endless banquet table. This year... An invitation bears your name. Signed only with a single elegant letter. B. When someone eventually asks, "Sebastian Bell? That's your real name?" He only smiles. "It's... close enough." Because the "B" was never meant to stand for Bell. It has always stood for... Beelzebub.