Chapter 131: Dormitory Friendship League.
At this point, the left-behind students couldn't care less about what the other dormitories were thinking.
They stretched out their arms with all their might towards the dormitories on either side, desperately wanting to unleash every skill and item in their arsenal, even just a tiny change of direction, just a tiny bit more...
Let them live!
Puff!
A large white net shot out of the air, clinging firmly to the edge of the balcony in Building A, 612. A tall, somewhat overweight boy was caught at the bottom. He clung to the wall like a giant spider, frantically climbing upwards.
Three short-haired girls stood on the balcony in 612. After a moment's hesitation, they lent a hand and pulled the fat boy up.
The fat boy lay on the ground, gasping for breath, watching the students outside plummet like dumplings, a layer of cold sweat trickling down his back.
A forced landing on the sixth or fifth floor would, of course, be the best outcome.
Any further down, to the fourth or third floors, would inevitably result in injury, not to mention the second and first floors; a crash would mean immediate elimination.
Like the fat boy, three other people were lucky enough to land on the sixth floor.
One of them, a short, lean boy, didn't use any props. Instead, he grabbed the elf's claws as he fell, using the force to swing himself up to the sixth floor, where he landed right on the railing. The short boy exhaled, his voice echoing with screams behind him. He didn't even need to look back to imagine the helpless, desperate expressions.
But rather than sympathize with others, he preferred to praise his own intelligence and reflexes, seizing opportunities others couldn't. He was destined to live longer than others.
Thinking of this, the boy even managed a slight smile of relief—until he climbed onto the railing, and the smile froze.
On the other side, four girls watched him silently.
The short boy's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked up to check the house number.
606.
Damn!
Why didn't he look at the house number before jumping when he came down!
Throughout the entire competition, some students might still be unfamiliar with what an elf looks like, but no one is unfamiliar with Building B, Room 606—a terrifying dormitory that could turn the tide of a match in two directions, requiring either no action or no survivors.
While the rules prohibited students from attacking each other, there were countless ways to eliminate someone without a fight. What if the other side wanted to eliminate all potential competitors?
A drop of sweat ran down his temple. The short boy saw the ponytailed girl, the closest and leader of the four, reach out.
"Need some help?"
Tang Xinjue hadn't anticipated someone jumping right in their direction. She glanced at the mutant elf still circling overhead, preparing to pull the guy up first.
While the Black Saturday fireworks' bad luck should be running out, the remaining death quota was dwindling.
So far, 87 students had been eliminated. If that number reached 100, the [Dormitory Friendship League] would be declared a failure, and everyone's efforts would be in vain.
This was one of the reasons she hadn't attempted to wipe out the entire informant's dormitory, leaving two behind.
Only by ensuring the competition continued could the final reckoning take place.
But as soon as she reached out her hand, the short, skinny boy outside the guardrail leaped back like he'd witnessed something horrifying. He quickly pulled out a ball and threw it onto the balcony.
A white mist instantly exploded from the ground—a smoke bomb!
Tang Xinjue immediately pulled her roommate back. The smoke obscured vision but had no effect on her mental abilities. She frowned, channeling her mental energy to see, and saw the boy had taken advantage of the few seconds to leap onto the adjacent balcony.
Next door were the domain of Dormitory 607 and 608. The balcony was deserted, its two floor-to-ceiling windows shrouded in darkness, revealing only a large, blood-red cross on the glass.
Coincidentally, all the candidates in these two dormitories had been eliminated in the previous rounds of the task, leaving the balcony a veritable "no man's land."
The short, skinny boy was stunned upon entering, then overjoyed: What a bargain! As expected, he was destined to survive; even heaven was helping him—
Completely reassured, a smile returned to his face. He eagerly stood up and surveyed his surroundings.
The moment he straightened, the smile vanished again, leaving only his eyes widening and his pupils constricting.
His body…
At the same time, all the students, drawn in by the commotion, stared wide-eyed.
Before everyone's eyes, the short, thin boy's lower body vanished without warning!
After clearing the smoke, the four students in class 606 saw only the short, thin boy, clutching his head and wailing.
Everything below his chest had vanished, and the remaining body in the air was rapidly dissipating, as if being erased bit by bit by an invisible eraser.
Seeing this scene for the first time, even Zheng Wanqing, who was about to curse, was stunned.
Tang Xinjue said in a deep voice, "It's a punishment according to the rules."
If the boy had jumped onto an occupied balcony, the punishment might not have come so quickly.
The balcony was part of the dormitory area. If the entire dormitory had been wiped out, what would the remaining balcony be considered to be? If an outside candidate enters the balcony of the eliminated dormitory, will he also be judged as "the same kind"?
In the tense rhythm of the competition, few people would think about these questions unless it is right in front of them.
As the last bit of his body disappeared, the game prompt sounded, and the short and thin boy gave everyone a not-so-optimistic answer with his death.
"Thirteen people were thrown down, and ten survived."
Tang Xinjue glanced around briefly.
The most unlucky one fell on the second floor and was seriously injured. Most of the rest found temporary shelters on the fifth and sixth floors. They thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, but now most of them looked at the place where the short and thin boy died, and their faces changed complicatedly.
Entering an empty balcony will be punished, so is the balcony with people really safe?
On the balcony of 307, Ma Xiaobo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Due to the limited vision of the same building, he could not see the short and thin boy turned to ashes on the sixth floor. He only knew that most of the candidates had successfully found a balcony to "borrow". He was very happy.
Before the next wave of elves arrived, he quickly told the shield girl, "Your wound isn't healed yet. I'll go look for bandages and medicine inside the room. Just call me if you need anything."
In the rush of events, he'd only had time to grab his coat to temporarily bandage it, but how could clothes be used as a bandage? It wouldn't be good for the wound either.
Feeling somewhat apologetic, he didn't wait for an answer before rushing back to the dormitory to continue his work. While searching, he didn't forget to chat with the shield girl standing on the balcony:
"By the way, Boss, do you know the required number of elves you need to catch? I don't know where to find the standard given by the game."
The shield girl glanced around the room: "Seven."
Ma Xiaobo perked up: "!!!"
"Boss, how did you know that?"
And now he'd already caught five. Doesn't rounding it up mean he's almost cleared the level?!
"This kind of information is usually given as a hint at the beginning of the match, or hidden somewhere in the dormitory. The stronger the dormitory, the higher the number required,"
Yue Qiong's voice suddenly interrupted.
He seemed to have suddenly found a topic of interest, and with a half-smile, he struck up a conversation: "For example, the hint we got was to capture eleven."
The shield girl ignored him, effectively accepting this explanation.
As for clearing the level... the girl turned her head and gazed up at the sky: "It's not that easy."
The closer you get to the target number, the more difficult it becomes.
The elves have already evolved twice, and no one knows what form they'll take the third time. And there are only fifteen minutes left before the capture period ends.
In the sky, the remaining elves are still circling, screeching, and seem to have no intention of leaving.
Why aren't they leaving? It's as if they're… waiting for something.
The next round hasn't arrived yet, and the shield girl frowns subconsciously.
For some reason, she feels a deep, uneasy premonition. With each passing second, the feeling grows stronger.
She suddenly turns and calls to Ma Xiaobo: "Stop looking. I'll take you back to your dorm."
"Huh?" Ma Xiaobo looks up: "But I haven't found it yet..."
"Stop looking," the shield girl repeated firmly.
"Oh, okay." Ma Xiaobo scratched his head, obediently stood up and walked out. But when his eyes strayed, his body stiffened.
Thinking he was seeing things, he quickly raised his hand to examine it, a look of disbelief in his pupils.
Facing the light from the window, his arm reflected the blue light of scales.
One by one, it spread out inch by inch.
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