[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game":3,"chapter-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-15":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Who Speedruns the Supernatural Game",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2296684,4492,"Chapter 15: The Urban Legend Is Right Beside You","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps echoed outside the restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili Dao tensed, glancing at the door, quickly hiding the report card in his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been fifty minutes since the Widow had been taken into the small black room by Teacher Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another class had just ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lesson covered high school math, leaving Baili Dao dizzy and nauseated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always been average in academics, neither top nor bottom in class—barely able to understand lessons, never quite grasping them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d slipped out during the ten-minute break to scout the school’s environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the person entering the restroom was a familiar short figure—Tu Xingsun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I nearly suffocated! Those kids in class aren’t students—they’re tireless newborns!” Tu Xingsun burst out the moment he stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili Dao deeply agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after just morning self-study and the first class, he could already sense the school’s eerie atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the bell rang, no student paid attention; everyone kept their heads down, working relentlessly. Few went to the restroom during breaks—if absolutely desperate, they sprinted in and out, fearing to waste a single second of study time. Aside from the occasional voice of a student asking the teacher a question, the entire school was unnervingly silent, no one with time for play or laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no trace of youthful vigor, innocent romance, or vibrant energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every face bore tension and anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark circles piled layer upon layer; pens ran out of ink and were swapped again and again; test papers were completed set after set, an endless cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppression, competition, and desperation were the school’s only symphony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had only one thing to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was—studying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder it’s called ‘The School Escape Dragon.’ If I’d gone to school here as a kid, I’d have run away—twice a day!” Baili Dao cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he finished than another person walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall, burly figure nodded at them, then spoke in a deep, rumbling voice: “But we still don’t know where to escape from, let alone how to capture anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer was Shi Gandang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, all three men’s eyes dimmed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they sympathized with these students, it was useless—their mission dictated their role: they wouldn’t help, they’d have to stop the students from fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were accomplices to this ghost school’s system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have some thoughts about the escapees,” Baili Dao said, raising two fingers. “From the side quests, it’s clear the principal and homeroom teacher have some hidden secret—so perhaps one homeroom teacher is secretly helping students escape. The ghost school wants us to catch the traitor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second, regarding the urban legend—I think the one in the Arts Building is connected to the escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a bitter smile as he explained: “Because under this suffocating study atmosphere, the Arts Building shouldn’t even exist!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili Dao’s analysis was logical; the other two offered no rebuttal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t foolish enough to believe escapees simply climbed over the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving this ghost school would be incredibly difficult!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Shi Gandang’s next words stunned them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s investigate the people first. The principal came to my homeroom teacher’s class—I managed to eavesdrop a little. The traitor’s direction should be correct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What! The principal came to your class?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tu Xingsun was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d assumed the principal, a suspected dungeon boss, would be nearly impossible to encounter—yet here he was, right at the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Gandang nodded. “Their conversation revealed that since Gaoshan High was founded, no student has ever escaped successfully. But recently, something happened that made the principal fear a student might succeed—and he said, ‘I only trust you and Teacher Yao from Class One.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This confirmed Baili Dao’s earlier theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a problem within the homeroom teachers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here he paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, he added: “But don’t investigate the principal directly—he’s dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Gandang gave no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it involved his ability—he couldn’t reveal it to the other two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his skills let him perceive a target’s level of malevolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Class Seven’s homeroom teacher, a dozen black tendrils of resentment coiled—proof he had directly or indirectly killed at least a dozen students in his class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The density of the resentment was average.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen similar beings in other dungeons—troublesome, but still manageable with effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the principal entered, Shi Gandang had dared to glance at him once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d hoped to gauge the dungeon boss’s threat level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what he saw would haunt him for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire sky suddenly turned pitch-black and trembling; only upon close inspection could he discern it was a sea of vengeful spirits blotting out the sun, screaming in agony as if clawing out of hell to unleash their hatred and destroy everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t count how many victims there were—he only knew that beneath that apocalyptic horror, he felt no urge to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, if the principal targeted them as players—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annihilation would happen in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this made the players’ mission perilously delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were meant to investigate the homeroom teacher and principal’s secrets to find the traitor—effectively aiding the school’s system—yet they couldn’t let the principal discover their actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they were merely students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one wanted a group of presumptuous students uncovering their secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Gandang suspected that if they were exposed, the principal wouldn’t necessarily strike immediately—but he’d settle accounts during the dungeon’s settlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dungeon rewards would become a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Baili Dao proposed. “We meet in the restroom every two breaks to exchange information. Class is about to start—let’s go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After agreeing on the meeting time, the three left the restroom side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they hadn’t taken three steps before encountering another familiar face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Heyi Kan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She staggered toward them from the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her condition made all three flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mask was gone, replaced by a grotesque wound stretching from her mouth to her ear, oozing blood; her trembling left hand had only three fingers left, the stumps jagged—not cleanly cut by a blade, but torn as if bitten off by some creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most terrifying was her left eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The socket was empty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked as if she’d survived a brutal battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing-jie! Are you alright?!” Shi Gandang rushed over, frantic with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he didn’t care if his familiarity with her became obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she saw them, Qing Heyi Kan’s face relaxed into an expression of relief—just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With great effort, her voice weak and broken, she whispered: “Shitou… be careful of the students in class… the urban legend in the small black room is connected to the students who jumped… they belong to no side…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The urban legend is right beside us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had she finished than Qing Heyi Kan collapsed, unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Gandang immediately lifted her and rushed toward the infirmary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili Dao and Tu Xingsun were left standing, staring at each other in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tu Xingsun frowned. “She meant the urban legend in the small black room can happen inside the classroom—not just inside the room itself? By the way, is that new guy still in class? Go back and warn him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Baili Dao’s face grow even paler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only because his own class had just had a student—Liu Yang—who had jumped to his death and become a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more critically—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The new guy is inside the small black room right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tu Xingsun’s heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind held only one thought—Shit.\u003C\u002Fp>",1245,"2026-06-20T05:36:16.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","85f567b1cda69f55a09c728b6cb07583fed7885cbc0da4a6bae5d2876f8e0981","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-16","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-14",331,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-cover.jpg"]