Chapter 139: Dormitory Friendship League
But, how is that even possible?
Guo Liang quickly shook the thought from his mind, telling himself this was too magical.
The blood-red eyeball appeared, emitting a terrifying pressure that covered the entire sky and earth, and no candidate could withstand it. Rather than a boss, it was more like an elimination level for the candidates.
I've only heard of those who survived the elimination mechanism, but never heard of those who persecuted it in return!
Can someone who can do this still be considered human?
"Shit, I get it." Guo Liang slapped his thigh in sudden realization. "This is an illusion created by the elves, just like how the psychic master used fireworks to disguise the elves. If we believe it, we're doomed!"
"…" The curly-haired boy stared at him speechlessly for a second, then with a flick of his fingers, a white porcelain bowl flew into his hands. He poured the bowl downwards, and hundreds of crystal-clear water droplets rolled out of the white steam. About half solidified into crystals, while the rest shattered and dissipated upon hitting the ground, disappearing in an instant.
"There are 185 people left."
The boy bent down to scoop up the ice bead, a trace of worry crossing his brow. "This game is too brutal. We barely have a chance to save anyone. We're going to go without food again."
Guo Liang hadn't reacted yet: "Wait, is that psychic master really okay?"
He glanced at the porcelain bowl in disbelief, then leaned out the window. Unexpectedly, his gaze met with the blood-red flesh ball in the distance. The other's remaining pupil was glued to him, and a chilling chill instantly washed over him.
Guo Liang: "..."
Shit.
He didn't know if the psychic master was dead or not, but he was probably going to die.
But the next second, the expected pain didn't come—right behind the remaining eyeball, an orange toilet plunger suddenly appeared without warning and sucked it backwards!
The red eyeball struggled a few times, but as the last trace of black energy disappeared, it finally lost its resistance and was swallowed by the palm-sized rubber head in a slurp, disappearing onto the balcony of 606.
Guo Liang: "???"
Guo Liang: !!!
What did he just see?
The blood-red eyeball had been eaten, eaten by a toilet plunger, right?
Before he could even gasp in shock, the plunger's rubber tip twitched a few times, then, with a "ber" sound, released a small mass of red polyp. It slid diagonally along the edge of the guardrail, landing squarely in front of the balcony window of Room 307.
Yue Qiong, who had narrowly avoided being hit head-on: "..."
His mouth twitched twice, but before he could react, the red flesh suddenly jerked back as if finally out of danger.
Dark pupils rapidly spread outward from the tangled red tissue, emitting a resentful and cold voice:
"The third dormitory to be punished is a despicable informer!"
Even if only a tiny scrap of flesh remained, under the constraints of the established rules, it had to complete the final round of punishment.
Clearly, this resentment was directed at the first student it had seen.
Yue Qiong had never imagined that the third victim would be himself.
By the time he quickly mobilized his cursed powers to defend himself, it was too late. Though the blood-red eyeballs were no longer emitting any black energy, the swirling black vortex on the ground seemed to have taken on a life of its own, silently rising and slowly engulfing the balcony of Room 307.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this. What went wrong..."
Yue Qiong muttered to himself through gritted teeth. His gaze shifted to the shield girl, who stood by and watched, and he forced a smile. "Good person, why don't you come and save your poor neighbor?"
Li Jinhan cast a look at him as if she were looking at a dead person, her lips curled in sarcasm, and she turned back to the house.
The moment she turned, a black mist swooped down like a venomous snake, as if to drag her down with it.
However, this time, the cursed black mist failed to catch its prey. The blood-red eyeball's vortex crushed the balcony, carrying Yue Qiong high up into a crack in the ground.
Beneath the dust of scattered bricks and stones, the smoke and fire dissipated, and everything returned to silence.
The wind subsided, the rain stopped, and the sky brightened. Before most people could even react, the incident was over.
The menacing Elf House vanished in disarray, and the most arrogant and terrifying informant was swept away. Looking around, the only survivor was the one everyone had assumed was doomed... the dorm where the psychic master resided?
Many people instinctively shifted their gaze upwards, towards the place where everything had begun: the nearly shattered balcony of 606.
The balcony windows were silent and dark, revealing nothing within, nor was it possible to imagine the situation of the four people inside.
No one knew what had just transpired.
One unbeliever, driven by curiosity, boldly used a detection tool. Before they could even see what was happening inside, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed backwards in agony, clutching their head.
No peeking, no seeing...
[Ding! Congratulations, you've successfully avoided the Elf House's punishment!] The game prompt rang out again, interrupting everyone's thoughts.
Only the crisp, mechanical sound remained in the air:
[Activate competition compensation. The Good Student Faction will open a resurrection channel after the rankings are settled. You can exchange the competition compensation for one random item or a 30% chance of resurrecting deceased candidates.]
[Now, the competition rankings are settled!]
[There are 289 candidates in this competition. 99 candidates died during the competition, and 5 additional deaths occurred, resulting in a total of 184 survivors.]
[Your ranking in this competition is: 1st.]
[Your reward is...]
A faint voice echoed in her ears, seemingly distant and near, barely discernible.
Tang Xinjue tried to open her eyes, but her eye sockets were filled with a burning, sharp pain, as if they had been scorched by fire for three days and three nights. She was afraid of the ashes flowing out even if she lifted her eyelids.
Her body felt the opposite of what she saw. A bone-chilling cold, like being immersed in uncivilized ice water, and a sudden illusion that she had been assimilated into some ghostly substance, being chewed and eaten by the toilet plunger, and would soon be digested by the rubber head.
Yes, the toilet plunger!
A flicker of clarity suddenly returned to her mind, and memories flashed back into her sea of consciousness, outlining the toilet plunger's final attack moments before.
At that moment, she had just been awakened from her exile in the depths of her consciousness, rising to the surface to suppress the dark yellow eyeball's consciousness, briefly regaining control of her body.
At the same moment, the blood-red eyeball, about to depart, also noticed the anomaly and paused for a moment—then, seizing the opportunity, she raised the toilet plunger and attacked without hesitation.
The toilet plunger in the hands of candidate Tang Xinjue certainly posed no threat to the blood-red eyeball.
But what if the power currently enveloping the toilet plunger was, by some measure, even more powerful and terrifying, a force that could easily crush the other?
Her gamble proved correct.
From the outside, the blood-red eyeball's terrifying entrance into 606 and its weakened exit took no more than a few tens of seconds.
But only she knew how much longer that process had been. The ghost mark can only be used once. If the blood-red eyeball escapes, all her plans will fail, so she must kill it.
Only after the toilet plunger absorbed the last of the eyeball, the dormitory was deemed safe, and the already activated ghost marks began to surge forth once more, did she cast a sleep command on herself, her consciousness, along with the marks, falling back to the bottom of her sea of consciousness.
Memories gradually pieced together, and the surrounding pressure began to weaken.
So now... was she in her sea of consciousness?
Tang Xinjue endured the stinging pain and began to mobilize her mental energy. The meager energy gradually washed away the pain, and she opened her eyes.
Four familiar ghost marks hovered before her:
a silver ring, a yellow-brown eyeball, a roll of white tape, and a clear glass bottle.
The four materialized marks appeared unchanged, but Tang Xinjue could sense that they were no longer content to remain inactive at the bottom of her sea of consciousness, and their energy fluctuations were growing stronger.
These marks had previously been suppressed solely by her consciousness, never activated. The appearance of the blood-red eyeball reminded her of the yellow-brown eyeball mark in her sea of consciousness.
If you look closely, the first time she saw a ghost in real life was when a yellow eye suddenly flashed outside the window just before the game arrived.
At the time, she thought it was just a strange phenomenon accompanying the game's arrival. However, after the counselor's visit, she saw the same shrunken eye symbol in her mind and immediately realized something was wrong.
That yellow eye seemed to be targeting her—
—just like the blood-red eye today, full of malice and with unconcealed purpose.
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