Chapter 21: So the trap was waiting here for me all along?

Is this a coincidence?

Or can the other person truly see through me?

Teacher Yao felt his palm gripping the ring had gone numb—he had sensed from this bizarrely dressed student a pressure not weaker than Principal Wang’s.

Unlike Principal Wang, whose absolute power made him tremble.

This guy’s unknown behavior and his ability to see through and manipulate minds filled him with creeping dread.

“Alright… good cooperation.”

Teacher Yao had no choice.

This kind of thing only has zero times or infinite times.

After he compromised in the black room yesterday, it was already sealed—they were grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

Wu Wang quietly activated [Shadow Duel Technique] to open the recording pen in his pant pocket.

Brothers are heart to heart.

Brother’s playing mind games with you!

He smiled and asked: “So which homeroom teacher are you planning to target? Give the student a goal.”

The emaciated old man before him answered without hesitation: “Class Seven’s homeroom teacher! Zhang Yanli!”

“Oh? Why her?”

This question twisted Teacher Yao’s face into a snarling mask. He growled: “Because only she can threaten my position. Eliminate her, and when the principal is promoted next year, I’ll be the principal here!”

“Fine! As you wish!”

Wu Wang smiled even brighter.

Watching the old man drool over his fantasy of a glorious future, he lightly tapped the table.

Signaling that there was more the man hadn’t said.

Teacher Yao snapped back to reality, glancing furtively out the window like a thief, then flipped open a blank notebook and rapidly wrote down information about the Art Building—

【The Art Building only appears between midnight and 3 a.m.】

【It’s located behind the black room】

【You must smear oil paint to enter; the only paintbox is locked in the principal’s safe, and no one knows the password】

【The principal is not in his office after midnight】

He stopped writing and looked up at Wu Wang.

After roughly ten seconds confirming Wu Wang had read it, he tore off the page and pointed at the lighter Wu Wang held.

Whoosh—

Another pile of ash.

He grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth stained by tea and cigarettes, and shrugged: “I’ve given you what you wanted. Now it’s up to you—don’t make me go fetch anything.”

The paintbox in Principal Wang’s office was clearly what Teacher Yao meant.

In his view, stealing that object was even harder than dragging Liu Yang out of the black room.

After all, Principal Wang was simply too powerful.

Within Gaoshan High, his strength was unmatched—no one or thing could oppose him.

Not being in his office didn’t mean he was unguarded.

If exposed, the principal could instantly teleport into the office at any moment.

The result would be death.

“I have my own method. Goodbye.”

Before leaving, Wu Wang gave Teacher Yao’s head a strange look.

There was a string of text glaringly visible—

【The other party hopes you succeed, but also hopes you die in the principal’s office—he’s conflicted】

He returned to his dormitory, circling back.

He locked the doors and windows, pulled the curtains shut, and blocked the peephole with a book, ensuring no one could observe the room.

Wu Wang began undressing.

He removed his half-finger tactical gloves, unfastened his military combat suit, and peeled off the inner bulletproof vest.

Beneath it appeared the colorful Gaoshan High uniform—he rubbed his fingers over its colors.

“Sure enough, everything except red is painted with oil paint.” He joked: “So the trap was waiting here for me all along?”

He didn’t need to steal the paint.

He only needed to wear this uniform to enter the Art Building!

Why call it a trap?

Unless something went wrong, his main quest differed from others’ precisely because of this uniform.

It wanted him to enter the Art Building—but why?

Wu Wang didn’t know.

“Yuan Shen, is this connected to you too?” He turned his wrist to stare at the mark given to him by the Lord of the Abyss.

At that moment, the red vertical pupil blinked intermittently, even rotating to survey its surroundings.

Clearly showing signs of life.

And now, staring directly at it, he felt no eerie whispers or loss of San value.

【Vision of Truth (Passive)】

【You are seeing the truth through His eyes】

The red vertical pupil displayed this information panel.

Wu Wang had spoken the two phrases that turned Teacher Yao pale—“Privilege of Rules” and “Stupid Curiosity”—because those exact words had hung above the man’s head at the time.

Coupled with the text he’d seen just before leaving.

He could now confirm: the red vertical pupil allowed him to perceive others’ true inner thoughts.

“Then, Gul’dan, what’s the cost?”

Wu Wang mocked, quoting a classic line from Warcraft.

Unfortunately, the pupil wouldn’t answer.

After a moment of thought, he smiled.

Whatever the cost of this ability, since the quest wanted him to stir up chaos, he’d make it even more chaotic.

This was a five-person dungeon!

They might as well have fun!

He quickly dressed again, covering the bloodstained uniform.

He dashed toward the classroom building.

The exam had just begun there.

Bang—

The door to Class One, Senior Three was kicked open.

The proctor frowned at the bizarrely dressed student outside.

He asked, puzzled: “Student, what are you…?”

“Taking the exam! Do you think I came here for a buffet?” Wu Wang cheerfully returned to his seat.

He picked up the blank test paper and quickly scanned it.

Then he began writing furiously.

Beside him, Baili Dao was even more confused.

“Aren’t you supposed to have a sick leave? Are you seriously a model student showing up to take an exam?” He was utterly baffled.

But he couldn’t afford to slack off now—failing meant being thrown into the black room.

He quickly regained focus and continued solving problems.

Time flew across the test paper.

Swish—

Wu Wang suddenly stood up.

He grabbed his paper, passed by Baili Dao’s desk, and accidentally bumped it.

Then, under the proctor’s wary gaze, he placed the paper on the podium.

He turned to leave the classroom again.

“Student, what exactly are you doing? I warn you—this is an exam hall!” The proctor’s tone turned harsh.

He would punish any disruptive student.

Wu Wang turned back, looking confused: “I’m blind, teacher. I can’t see the test paper—I can’t take the exam.”

He pulled out his sick leave slip and poked his eye sockets with his fingers.

Inside, there was nothing.

[Shadow Duel Technique] had already replaced his eyeballs somewhere the proctor couldn’t see.

“?”

Now it was the proctor’s turn to be stunned.

What’s wrong with this guy? Blind and still taking the exam? Scribbles a few random marks and then leaves.

Is he mentally impaired?

“Get out! Get out! Don’t come back in!”

Faced with the excuse note, he still didn’t punish Wu Wang—only expelled him from the exam hall.

The entire process seemed utterly inexplicable.

Only Bili Dao knew what had truly happened.

The exam paper on his desk had changed!

It was no longer the blank sheet he had struggled over in agony—it had become a paper filled with answers!

And there was a small note—

【Come to the restroom after turning in your paper】

“Gulping—”

Bili Dao swallowed hard.

Twenty minutes…

Wu Wang had entered and left in only twenty minutes!

This exam paper covered all subjects; with a full score of 100, each multiple-choice or fill-in-the-blank question was worth only 0.2 points, and even the math and science problems were worth just 1 point each.

Excluding the Chinese composition section, the entire paper contained over three hundred questions.

The exam duration was a full five hours.

He finished it!?

With a skeptical, half-believing attitude,

Bili Dao gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

He turned in his paper.

He left the exam hall under the proctor's murderous glare.

“Bro, are you serious? Better have a real emergency—if you mess this up, I’m done!” Bili Dao helplessly asked Wu Wang, who was playing with water in the restroom.

But the other replied with words that left him stunned.

“Relax. I’ll guarantee you a hundred—making you the top of the class. This stuff is so simple, isn’t it obvious just by glancing? If you’re slow, that’s your problem, not mine.”

“?”

Bili Dao was dumbfounded.

Recalling the exam paper he had held just now, it seemed…

…there really weren’t any mistakes?

His expression twisted into something strange.

He silently labeled Wu Wang in his mind—

【High-IQ psychopath, exceptional potential, worth recruiting into the Strange Affairs Bureau—but first, get him the best psychiatrist immediately】

Watching Bili Dao stand frozen, Wu Wang stepped up to him.

Wiped his wet hands on Bili Dao’s uniform and said seriously: “I’ve found clues about the truants.”

“The principal’s safe hides a box of oil paints. After midnight, steal it and take it behind the Black Room—you’ll open the entrance to a building. That’s where all the clues are.”

“!”

The news made Bili Dao’s eyes gleam.

Finally, real progress!

The building he mentioned must be the Art Building they had been desperately searching for!

But he still had questions: “We steal the paints? Then what are you doing?”

Wu Wang explained with firm resolve:

“I’m going ahead to scout the Black Room. The building’s entrance opens for only three hours—I need to prevent any unexpected incidents, like those tentacle monsters from before.”

Hearing that he would go to the Black Room himself,

Bili Dao nearly burst into tears.

Gathering critical intelligence, willingly taking on danger, helping me through the exam crisis.

What is this?

This is a true brother! A loyal teammate!

I take back my earlier words.

This Wu Wang guy is still dependable!