Chapter 133: Dormitory Friendship League
The muffled sound of a blade piercing flesh was like a death knell to the horrified crowd.
True… the rules only stipulated that "students" couldn't attack each other, not that suicide was forbidden!
But what sane person would commit suicide to harm the opposing team? Who could have imagined this? Even after witnessing the boy behind Yue Qiong stabbing himself, some still couldn't believe their eyes.
"Suicide?"
The shield girl knelt on one knee in Ma Xiaobo's bloodstains, sneered and looked up: "They were controlled."
This revelation startled everyone. As everyone looked closely, they saw that the boy's hand, having stabbed the boy in the chest, was trembling slightly, looking like he was struggling with fear, but his face was expressionless, even his pupils were glazed and unfocused.
Could Yue Qiong also be a psychic?!
No, if controlling others with psychic power didn't count as harm, then the psychic master of 606 could easily have dispatched Yue Qiong. But the other party didn't attack, indicating that Yue Qiong had found another way to exploit the rules.
Those who survived until now weren't fools. The candidates immediately understood the answer.
What if these puppet-like roommates in Room 308 had already been controlled by Yue Qiong before the competition began?
How terrifying was this control, that he could, as he was now, force someone to commit suicide with a mere thought?
But compared to Yue Qiong's perversion and cruelty, they felt even more desperate about their own situation.
The "suicidal" boy had already drawn his knife, and blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain. The wound, located right on his heart, was a sure sign of certain death. No healing item was needed; the 100th death was a foregone conclusion.
They seemed to have heard the game's failure notice.
Yue Qiong's smile grew more pronounced beneath his mask.
"I haven't had enough fun yet, but goodbye."
He closed his eyes, welcoming the end.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
The expected mechanical verdict didn't sound, and silence remained.
Something was wrong... Yue Qiong suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Wang Pen, who had just "committed suicide."
Wang Pen remained in his original position, blood dripping from the sharp blade. But far from dying, his breathing seemed even more steady.
Yue Qiong: “???”
The other candidates: “???”
Just as Yue Qiong's eyes widened in surprise, he saw a cluster of white light emanating from the wound.
The horrific wound immediately ceased bleeding upon contact with the soft glow. The ruptured muscle tissue and blood vessels, like dry land meeting rain, instantly sprouted and grew back.
Healing!
Yue Qiong's face instantly turned cold, and he lunged forward to stop the treatment. But the healing light suddenly shone brightly, blinding him so much that he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the horrific wound on Wang Pen's chest had vanished without a trace.
The treatment had forcibly brought Wang Pen back from the brink of death!
How could it be possible… Yue Qiong bit his back teeth, his voice escaping from between his lips. "The rules prohibit candidates from…"
"Don't worry, I don't have such foolish thoughts as to violate the rules. It's just—"
A gentle young man's voice echoed from the distance behind him, his tone mimicking Yue Qiong's previous sarcasm:
"If it's purely healing, it shouldn't be affected by the rules of the game, right?"
Yue Qiong glanced over and saw the source of the voice standing on the balcony of 303 in the building opposite. A tall, thin, fair-skinned man with slightly curly black hair leisurely leaned against the guardrail, a faint smile on his face as he gazed over.
The remnant of the healing aura shrouded his palm, making his already fair skin even more transparent, as if shrouding his figure in a holy light. It wasn't oppressive, yet it was equally terrifying.
This was a power only possessed by a healing-type superpower!
The boy even nodded at him and smiled, "Classmate Yue, life and death are not in our hands."
Yue Qiong: "…"
These words, coming from a priest, were not hurtful, but extremely insulting.
He remembered this boy—the strongest one in the scheming dorm, the one who'd repeatedly faked his own death and even blamed him for killing the informant. He'd expected a healing psychic to appear, given the sheer number of candidates in this competition.
But he hadn't anticipated their power being so extreme, their ultimates barely stopping them from dying.
What the hell was going on?
Or was it the power itself... or the person?
Yue Qiong's mask couldn't hide the scourge on his face, but he quickly realized it would only make him look ridiculous. He forced himself to suppress his expression, his eyes narrowing again, though there wasn't a hint of a smile in them.
"Okay. But I'm also curious, how far can a healing power be used? How many times can you save them?"
He snapped his fingers again, and Wang Pen, who had just narrowly escaped death, tremblingly raised his knife again, aiming it at his heart.
He could have simply ordered the puppet to jump, and even the other party's healing skills would have been useless. But the slap in the face and the ridicule he'd just received had left him furious, and he wanted to use the most brutal means to destroy the other party's power and mentality.
It would be best if the other party could watch their target die in despair.
A resounding snap of fingers echoed through the air, but this time, Yue Qiong didn't hear a sound behind him.
His heart skipped a beat, and he turned quickly.
Wang Pen and Li Xiang, who had been standing quietly on either side of him, now rolled their eyes for some unknown reason, their bodies shaking erratically, unresponsive to any manipulation he might make.
Oops!
Yue Qiong guessed what was happening almost instantly: "You again!"
A clear female voice chimed from overhead, and this time he knew who it was without even looking.
Who else could it be but the one from 606?
On the top balcony, Tang Xinjue was also leaning against the railing.
Yue Qiong couldn't see her, but she could see everything in crystal clear detail.
Faced with the questioning, she smiled and uttered the exact same words as the boy from the Healing Department in 303:
"Classmate, life and death are not in our hands."
The crowd watching: ...Shit.
They were even more shocked than Yue Qiong. Especially under the impact of strong anger and despair, his mind was blank for several seconds.
Only now did he realize that this place is equivalent to having both healing and psychic masters to assist in controlling the situation. Is he still afraid of people committing suicide?
And this sentence "life and death are not in our hands" can be translated as:
Was this a place where you can live or die if you want?
Although it seems unreasonable to the extreme, in the face of absolute strength, the logic of a robber was irrefutable.
Yue Qiong was so angry that he laughed.
At this moment, even with his shamelessness, his defense unavoidably was broken, and blurted out sinisterly: "It turns out that mental power can also transcend the rules. I didn't expect this."
Tang Xinjue shook her head: "I didn't attack them. I just saw that their mental state was too nervous, so I comforted them."
With that, she pointed a finger in the air, and Wang Pen and Li Xiang's eyes rolled back as they passed out.
Yue Qiong's so-called suicide order was essentially a mental coercion imposed on the two boys. It wouldn't violate the rules unless they could carry it out independently.
On the other hand, by enhancing the boys' own mental strength, causing them to conflict with the order and fall into confusion, Yue Qiong's tactics would collapse, dissolving into thin air as they fell unconscious.
As the two people fell to the ground, Yue Qiong stood there speechless, and the other students were also silent.
They hadn't even realized what had happened in those few seconds.
A healing psychic appeared out of nowhere, and the suicidal boy, on the verge of death, was brought back to life, only to be knocked unconscious by the psychic master of 606, completely eliminating his chance of suicide.
This overwhelming wave of attacks and defenses prevented the game from even issuing a single death notification. So... were they safe now?
Looking at Yue Qiong's gloomy and gloomy aura, everyone looked at the balconies of 303 and 606, unable to describe the turbulent emotions in their hearts.
It was just like riding a real-life roller coaster, and experiencing the danger of the safety belt being on the verge of breaking at the highest point, and then being notified that they had won a five million lottery ticket after overcoming the danger!
"Of course, you still have one last method, which can also make us fail."
Tang Xinjue's voice suddenly rang out, and the candidates who had just put their minds at ease suddenly felt their temples throb, and their hearts were lifted again.
Yue Qiong raised his head, only to hear the girl's gentle voice:
"Since you can't make others die, then it should be okay for you to die yourself?"
Yue Qiong: "..."
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