CHAPTER 245: I AGREED TO GIVE IT MY LIFE

Lynn quickly raised his eyes and calmly surveyed his surroundings.

Clearly, these should be the rules for the second trial.

A test of fear tolerance and observation skills?

The key was indeed no longer on his person.

The objective was obvious—he needed to find the key and leave this classroom without being killed or discovered by that "ghost" to pass the test.

Which meant...

He had a ten-minute safety period, after which the ghost would come for him, right?

Lynn's brain rapidly processed the information.

...

Outside.

The Head Examiner and the trainees watched the scene unfolding on the screen.

The Vampire exclaimed in astonishment, "This is the second trial? The room's style feels completely different from our world."

The Head Examiner rasped, "Each trial draws elements from your own cognition and memories. Just observe—when you enter, the room will manifest scenes familiar to you."

The Vampire asked curiously, "Instructor, do you know how to solve this trial?"

The Head Examiner shook his head. "This is his personal test. Only the room itself knows what specific scenario he's facing."

...

Classroom.

Lynn narrowed his eyes, having roughly understood the information he'd obtained.

Now the most crucial task was finding his key.

His gaze shifted from the notebook as he cautiously checked the drawer beneath the desk. It contained many textbooks and books, but without exception, all the content inside was blurred, as if heavily scribbled over.

The drawer offered no clues.

His attention then fell on the pencil case in front of him.

After glancing around, he reached out, took the pencil case, and pulled the zipper open.

Zzzip—

The sound of the zipper instantly shattered the classroom's silence.

Almost simultaneously, all the students who had been sitting motionless with bowed heads suddenly turned sharply, their collective gaze instantly locking onto Lynn's face.

All twenty-nine students in the class besides him turned simultaneously.

Staring at him.

Their bodies remained seated upright, but their faces were all oriented toward him. The student in front of him had even rotated their head a full 180 degrees.

Deathly silence.

Their gazes were eerie and sinister.

But Lynn was sharp as hell—almost the moment the students looked at him, he also turned his head to look behind him.

Keeping in sync with his classmates.

"..."

Then, amidst this bizarre silence, the clock's hand clicked, marking the end of the first minute.

The entire classroom instantly darkened, plunging into complete blackness.

"Ah—"

A scream echoed through the classroom.

The second hand began moving again.

The darkness vanished.

When vision returned, all the students who had been staring at him had reverted to their previous states—heads bowed, looking at their textbooks, in complete silence.

Lynn immediately noticed.

Right in front of him, the head of the student who had turned 180 degrees had now been severed and placed on the desk.

Two pencils were stabbed through their eyes.

Blood gushed out steadily.

But the surrounding students acted as if they saw nothing, still keeping their heads down without a word.

[Lynn's SAN -5]

It has begun!

Just as the blood writing indicated.

During that darkness moments ago, one student had already died.

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

Which meant...

After that "ghost" kills the tenth student, it will come for him?!

He needed to speed up.

Lynn's gaze immediately fell on the pencil case he had opened during the previous minute, but he then saw that what the pencil case contained wasn't stationery at all.

But a bleeding dead rat!

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

He paused, then carefully extracted the dead rat from the pencil case. He could clearly see that the rat had been impaled through its mouth and into its body by a pencil.

Very fresh.

As if it had just been killed not long ago.

Being observant, Lynn immediately noticed that the dead rat's mouth seemed to contain a small slip of paper.

He narrowed his eyes, pulled it out, unfolded it, and read.

[They always bully me.]

On the back, another sentence was viciously scrawled.

[I am always enduring it.]

Lynn frowned, deep in thought.

Could this be a clue?

Since this room placed him in such an environment, there must be a purpose.

He glanced down at himself.

Then he immediately noticed something unusual.

Because right now, he wasn't wearing the clothes that had been ruined by those lolis earlier, but the same school uniform as the surrounding students.

Which meant...

His current identity was actually that of a student in this classroom too?

Then who was he supposed to be?

Dead rat... note... endurance... gazes...

Suddenly.

Lynn's mind constructed an image.

Narrowing his eyes, he quickly reached out and carefully slowly pulled the pencil from the dead rat's mouth.

Then he carefully compared it with another pencil on the desk.

He lifted his head, his gaze falling on the two pencils stabbed into the eye sockets of the severed head across from him.

"Same type."

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

Moreover, besides the dead rat's corpse, the pencil compartment in the stationery case was empty.

Was it possible that...

The role he was playing was actually the so-called "ghost"?

He had suffered bullying and mockery, not just once, so he kept enduring until he could endure no more...

Then took revenge!

That was certainly one direction.

But where would his key be hidden?

Lynn pondered, then realized something. He reached toward his school uniform pocket, but the moment he lifted his hand, his pupils sharply contracted.

He discovered.

There were actually two scars on the back of his hand.

But almost simultaneously.

Click—

The second hand pointed to 12, marking the end of the second minute.

The surroundings plunged into darkness once more.

[Stab— Stab—]

Several sounds of blades piercing flesh echoed.

The ghost had started killing again!

The clock hand jumped again, the darkness ended, and Lynn's vision returned.

He immediately scanned the front rows but didn't find a second student's body.

Could it be...

He suddenly turned his head.

His pupils contracted.

There, in the corner of the last row, at one desk.

A student lay slumped over the desk, both hands pinned to it by two sharp knives, another knife stabbed into their head, blood dripping steadily, covering the desk surface.

The second victim had appeared!

Lynn's gaze immediately fell on the back of his own right hand, where it seemed an injury had also occurred and already scabbed over.

This further confirmed to Lynn.

He was currently role-playing—he was also playing the role of a student in this classroom!

Narrowing his eyes, Lynn immediately bent down and, like sneaking around during class back in the day, silently moved along the aisle to the side of the murdered student.

He immediately saw.

A line of words viciously carved with a knife on the victim's desk.

[I can't take it anymore.]

Lynn frowned.

He then reached into his school uniform's inner pocket, because when he intended to check earlier, he clearly felt something inside.

He pulled it out.

It was a crumpled ball of paper.

He slowly unfolded it.

The wrinkled paper ball actually had a drawing of an eye outlined in red pen.

The eye looked extremely eerie.

Though the lines were scribbled, it gave Lynn the illusion that it was staring right at him.

Below the eye pattern, another line was written.

[It promised me it would help me judge.]

Buzz—

Lynn instantly frowned.

His earlier speculation was probably wrong. The role he was playing might not be the ghost.

But rather, he had invited some "ghost" to take revenge on those who bullied him?!

Frowning, he immediately flipped the note over and saw a second sentence.

[I promised it, I would give it my life.]