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Chapter 11: Ivy League Girls' School

Dozens of eyes fixed on the players standing in the corridor, their pupils completely black, deep and bottomless, devouring everything.


The girls in uniforms slightly tilted their heads, the light above them began to dim, and oily stains started seeping from their scalps.


The stains oozed from their heads, greasy and foul-smelling, like a curse in the darkness, continuously dripping down and hitting the ground with a terrifying ticking sound.


“Ah—Mom, help! I want to go home!”


The players in the corridor were nearly driven mad with fear, lowering their voices as they shouted, and dared not to look outside as they dove back into the classroom.


Before long, all of them ran back into the classroom from the corridor.


Just when they thought they had escaped a calamity, those students slowly approached the classroom window, one by one pressing against it, staring wide-eyed at everyone inside.


In the night, the air seemed frozen; they were so scared their faces turned pale, their tongues felt stiff, cold sweat poured down, goosebumps spread all over their bodies, and their hearts pounded wildly.


Just a minute ago, everything had been normal.


How could it change so quickly? These fill-in NPCs suddenly revealed their true forms, each one seemingly wishing to scare them to death.


“It’s all that guy’s fault! That fellow named Xiao Huai; if it weren’t for him, how could these NPCs suddenly turn into this? It must be because he touched the corpse!”


Some players began to shift the blame to Xiao Huai, and Ning Gaoqiang took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.


“I knew that guy wasn’t any good; he must want to kill us.”


The best way to dispel fear is to replace it with anger, and soon everyone started blaming Xiao Huai for his inappropriate actions.


Just then, Xiao Huai appeared outside the window.


“Look! He’s back.”


Xiao Huai gazed at the girls leaning against the window, slightly widening his eyes; to everyone’s surprise, he actually leaned closer to them.


He took a gentle breath.


Players: …?


Wait, is he out of his mind?


Others might sniff cats; he’s sniffing monsters??


However, the girls seemed unfazed by Xiao Huai’s sudden closeness; they still stuck to the window like glue.


Their pupils were completely black, and it was impossible to see whom they were looking at.


Yet Xiao Huai slowly turned his head and looked into the classroom.


Everyone felt their scalps tingle as they watched Xiao Huai; “What is he… What is he looking at? Could it be that those monsters want something?”


Xiao Huai smiled and said, “To be specific, it’s a person.”


“What do you mean?” Ning Gaoqiang, who had always been displeased with Xiao Huai, thought this pretty boy was putting on an act, trying to be calm when he could easily be stabbed to death.


If it weren’t for the fact that the classroom door couldn’t be locked, he would have loved to keep Xiao Huai outside.


Xiao Huai, completely oblivious to everyone’s gaze, returned to the classroom, and throughout it all, the monsters outside didn’t give him a single glance.


“The person they want was just in the corridor; otherwise, why haven’t they left yet?”


Even the dumbest person would understand what Xiao Huai meant, but two-thirds of the class had already gone out.


If they were to find the person the monsters wanted, it certainly wouldn’t be possible in one night.


“Then… if that person is found, what will they do?” Hu Jiang’s voice weakly spoke up.


Xiao Huai returned to his seat and shrugged, “How would I know? At worst, they’ll just get eaten.”


Eaten??? Who would dare go out?!


Xiao Huai leaned back in his chair and lazily remarked, “Shouldn’t we be more concerned about the authenticity of the school rules than the monsters outside—Rule Six.”


“6. You can freely switch classes.”


If what Xiao Huai said was true and the student who jumped off the building was already dead, then these students probably weren’t alive either; if they weren’t alive, they were monsters.


But the school rule says you can switch classes freely; what’s the difference between that and telling someone, “You can jump around on other people’s graves”?


It’s not much different from sending players to the monsters' mouths.


“No way… how could there be anything false in the school rules?” Hu Jiang murmured in disbelief.


Xiao Huai’s actions inadvertently led the players to discover the discrepancies in the school rules, which was undoubtedly extremely important information.


Suddenly, the chubby guy slammed the table, “This is impossible!”


At the sound of the table slam, most people turned to look at him.


He was an experienced player who had already cleared the second level of the dungeon. “This is impossible! It’s just a first-level dungeon, and the easiest survival mode; how could they provide false school rules?”


“No, it’s not impossible; what if we have higher-tier players here?” Suddenly, someone whispered.


He wore black-framed glasses and had a serious expression.


He spoke softly, “Hello everyone, my name is Pan Qing, and I’ve cleared the second level of the dungeon. I originally just wanted to kill some time… cough, I accidentally participated in this dungeon, and theoretically, the information provided in a first-level dungeon should all be true.


Unless someone has tampered with the contents of the school rules.”


The chubby guy immediately questioned, “Someone tampered? Are you saying one of us actually got an identity card?”


Pan Qing nodded, “Yes, although this is not common in the first-level dungeon, we absolutely cannot rule out this possibility. Moreover, the player who obtained the identity card is likely… to be the enemy of all of us.”


He continued, “The premise of everything happening is based on the participation of higher-tier players in this dungeon, forcefully making the system adjust the game difficulty.”


The novice players quickly realized what Pan Qing was implying.


Didn’t that mean they had become cannon fodder under higher-tier players?


Pan Qing: “As far as I know, first-level dungeons are for idiots, cough cough… they are generally easier, so as long as we find the higher-tier players, let the system eliminate them, the game difficulty will automatically adjust back.”


The confirmed school rules for levels 1 and 2 indicated that to eliminate a higher-tier player, all they needed to do was pull off that person’s school uniform.


“But there are still thirty players left; how can we find the higher-tier player?” Hu Jiang whispered.


Pan Qing, however, cast his gaze toward Xiao Huai, sitting in the corner.


“As far as I know, no, big data analysis suggests that the calmer a person is, the stronger their mental quality, and the richer their gaming experience. Especially in such situations, players who can remain calm and make the right judgments are highly likely to be higher-tier players.”


Pan Qing’s tone was solemn as he spoke each word clearly: “Higher-tier players, whether they have an identity card or not, their existence is an enemy to all.”


The moment he finished speaking, everyone looked at Xiao Huai with different expressions.

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