Chapter 14

By the way, where’s your uniform? Don’t lose the key to the dungeon—it’s your identity card. Put it on, and you’re a student of Gaoshan High; take it off, and you’re an intruder. Shi Shi suddenly noticed this issue.

This guy came to class, but why is he still wearing military combat gear?

Wait a minute…

Could this be why he was sent to the Black Room?

"Oh, I wear it as underwear. Want to take a look?" Wu Wang began to unzip his pants.

Shi Shi shook her head frantically in horror.

"No need. I’m leaving—I only got ten minutes to go to the infirmary." She sighed helplessly: "This damn school even limits the time you can spend seeing the doctor! Unless the school nurse issues a certificate stating you can’t attend class, any excuse counts as a violation of school rules."

"Hm?"

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow at this news.

He suddenly thought of a way to get the school nurse to issue him a certificate.

Of course, he’d have to go through the Black Room first.

Time was running out.

Although Yao Lao Deng said he could return before class ended, he was still playing the role of a student—he couldn’t truly push it to the very last minute.

Most importantly—

Wu Wang felt deeply uncomfortable all over.

"Then I’m heading back too. See you at mealtime."

Ever since he locked eyes with the Underworld King, a red-eye lesion had grown on his wrist, and Wu Wang’s senses had become extraordinarily sharp.

Especially when it came to being watched—even if someone on the street secretly stared at him, he immediately sensed the unease.

Yet since leaving the classroom…

A strange feeling of being watched had never faded; something was constantly observing him!

And the longer he stayed away, the stronger the sensation became—he suspected that if he remained outside the classroom beyond a certain time, something bad would happen.

After saying goodbye to Shi Shi, Wu Wang returned to the classroom at top speed.

Teacher Yao still stood on the podium, coldly watching the students studying. He didn’t say anything when Wu Wang returned, only tilted his head slightly to signal him to sit down.

Back at his seat.

Bai Li Dao quietly edged over.

To be honest, he didn’t want much contact with this psychotic new guy, but some things were just too curious—he needed answers.

"Hey, where did this report card come from? Do you even know your score from the last test?" Bai Li Dao’s tone grew slightly serious.

The threat Teacher Yao had uttered before Wu Wang left had stuck in his mind.

While Wu Wang was away, he found his own score on the report card—

【Chen Baili: 90 points】【Rank: 5】

That was his identity in this dungeon.

Given Teacher Yao’s threat earlier, did a drop in grades mean punishment?

Another test was tomorrow, and Bai Li Dao felt uneasy—he had no idea what bizarre content this strange school would test.

"First, I stole this notebook from the teacher’s desk. Second, don’t call me ‘hey’—my name is Chu Yuxun!"

Wu Wang said it with perfect seriousness.

Bai Li Dao’s face darkened with black lines.

When was this guy going to stop acting insane?

But the next second, he saw Wu Wang point to the very top of the report card—and his pupils shrank sharply—

【Chu Yuxun: 100 points】【Rank: 1】

Fuck! He really is Chu Yuxun!

Immediately, Bai Li Dao’s expression turned worried, his gaze toward Wu Wang filled with pity.

Class rank one.

If he didn’t come out first after tomorrow’s test, Teacher Yao would surely seize the chance to punish him.

Looks like he’s about to lose one teammate…

Oh, no—first he needs to survive the upcoming Black Room before worrying about tomorrow’s test.

"Ding ling ling~ ling ling~"

The bell for morning self-study rang.

Teacher Yao leapt up as if he’d been holding back for ages, grinning with his slightly yellow-stained teeth, calling out by name: "Chu Yuxun, come with me. I look forward to the day you become a well-behaved student and a pillar of society."

With that, he turned and walked out.

He wasn’t worried Wu Wang wouldn’t follow.

After all, refusing to follow meant defying the teacher—disrespecting one’s master carried consequences far worse than entering the Black Room!

Not long after, the two arrived at the Black Room.

At the door, Teacher Yao pulled a access card from his jacket pocket, swiped it beside the door, then easily pulled it open.

Inside, darkness as thick as ink—no light, no visibility.

Before Wu Wang could enter, Teacher Yao shouted into the room, voice hoarse: "Student Chu Yuxun! For violating student conduct rules by wearing inappropriate attire, homeroom teacher Yao Qing recommends corrective intervention!"

The Black Room seemed vast; his gravelly voice echoed several times.

About five seconds later, a flurry of footsteps emerged—dense, rapid, like many people dragging their shoes across the floor, shush-shush-shush.

Moments later, three silhouettes appeared at the entrance.

Their positioning was odd; with the dim light from outside, Wu Wang could only make out three pairs of worn canvas shoes and faintly bloodstained school pants—their upper bodies remained completely hidden in shadow.

Seeing them appear, Teacher Yao’s tone grew tense, and he forced a smile: "Sorry for the trouble—I’ll leave this one to you. I’ll return in an hour to pick him up—if he’s still able to walk out."

The figures said nothing.

Teacher Yao turned to Wu Wang, his voice instantly cold: "Go in. Whatever they tell you to do, do it."

With that, he turned and left.

Wu Wang shrugged and strode in.

Swords meet, block with steel; water comes, dam with earth!

Boom—

The moment he stepped inside, the heavy door slammed shut behind him with a thunderous crash. Judging by the sound and the door’s thickness, no human force could break it open.

The temperature inside was freezing; the air reeked of putrid decay. In total darkness, even his own breathing and heartbeat were deafeningly clear.

Silence. Darkness. The unknown.

Anxiety surged—ordinary people would already be trembling.

Tap—

Suddenly, a pair of icy hands clamped onto Wu Wang’s shoulders, and a mouth exhaling frost pressed against his left ear.

A hoarse voice, as if a steel rod were lodged in the throat, stuttered: "You… must play a game… with us."

A second, equally hoarse voice sounded on his right: "I represent your beloved clothing interests… he represents your parents…"

"And I… am your friend…" A third voice appeared before him: "The three of us will hide in the corners of this room. You must find us."

"Catch one… and that one vanishes…"

"You must catch at least one within one hour! Otherwise, everything we represent will disappear!"

With that, the three voices vanished.

The icy pressure on his shoulders vanished too—as if nothing had ever happened.

Hearing this, Wu Wang understood.

The Black Room was a place for disposing of "trash."

Anything unrelated to studying.

He now understood why students feared entering it—because some things vanishing were more terrifying than death.

Compared to clothing interests, catching parents or friends was truly unbearable for ordinary people.

Wu Wang had no doubt these ghosts could affect the outside world.

Based on Shi Shi’s description of those who entered the Black Room and changed afterward, the selected things were likely truly erased by the spirits!

And there were probably more than just these three options—after all, people care about too many things.

Only two common choices had appeared so far, plus one chosen by Teacher Yao.

The more times someone entered, the more personalized the options would become—tailored specifically to the entrant.

No wonder those who entered often became like learning machines—their entire world of cares and attachments vanished, leaving only studying, deeply rooted in their minds.

Shhh—

He bent down and drew a dagger from inside his combat boot, swinging it carelessly in the dark.

"Catch you? No, no, no—I catch anyone, and I’ll slice them into pieces~"

Wu Wang wanted to see if the ghosts in the Black Room had any connection to the corpses left behind.

As for consequences…

"Parents? Sorry—my parents died five years ago. I’m an orphan now."

"Friends? Also sorry—I don’t have any friends. In fact, plenty want to kill me."

"Do you even understand what absolute defense means?"