[{"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-22":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},2296691,4492,"Chapter 22: Night Entry into the Art Building","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>The study schedule at Gaoshan High School was tightly packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After morning exams, students had self-study in the afternoon, teachers graded papers, and evening self-study was spent reviewing the exam papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, they made it back to the dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time was nearly midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes remained until the dorm supervisor made rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do everyone understand the plan?” Bailing Dao’s expression was grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This operation would determine whether they succeeded or failed in their duplicate task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Art Building could only be entered at midnight; if they failed to get in tonight, their chance of identifying the truant would be slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the duplicate didn’t say the truant was escaping for the last time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll handle the stealing. Bailing Brother and Shi Gandang will keep watch. Wei Wang will meet us inside the Black Room.” Tu Xing Sun declared confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s exam had driven him crazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a nine-leak fish who couldn’t even read a single character; if not for a skill tied to theft—stealing and copying the top five students’ papers—he’d have been sent to the Black Room by his homeroom teacher as trash during evening self-study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Gandang silently pulled a handful of pebbles from his pocket and tossed them onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the pebbles transformed into four stone statues, lying still on the bed pretending to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skill: [Turn Stones into Soldiers]!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bailing Dao walked to the window; his pupils gradually shifted into slits, sharp as an eagle’s gaze, even the whites of his eyes faintly tinged with yellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Eagle Sight]!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his title skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It allowed him to easily observe distances invisible to the human eye and subtle movements—this was how he’d noticed Wu Wang’s gaze shifting upward earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One security guard per floor in the teaching building, none outside the principal’s office, but all stairwells are guarded. Shi Brother, can you handle them?” Bailing Dao asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall figure rumbled: “Yeah, I’ve got a device to knock them out for half an hour. We must move fast—grab the item and leave, lock the door, don’t let them wake up and sense anything amiss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, they’d planned to knock the guards out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But during evening self-study, he’d seen two guards patrolling—their nearly two-meter height, muscles straining their uniforms to bursting, eyes bloodshot and red, skin rotting on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Gargantua from Plants vs. Zombies, except they were missing only a little zombie on their back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew defeating them was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy was clearly not human—he was a demon with nothing but muscle and brute force crammed into his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder students couldn’t just climb the wall to skip school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get caught, and you’d be beaten to death on the spot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright! Operation begins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoes are torn, hat is torn, my robe is torn too~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang hummed a tune as he arrived at the Black Room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his feet lay a corpse swollen from prolonged submersion, leaving a wet trail across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Liu Yang’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d hidden it at the bottom of the school’s lotus pond, weighting down its limbs with stones to keep it from floating up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, getting it to the Art Building had taken him tremendous effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buddy, since you turned into a ghost in the Black Room, you should be able to do it in the Art Building too?” He dragged the corpse slowly toward the back of the Black Room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a realization he’d just had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Principal Wang feared the tentacle ghost escaping from the Black Room; the tentacles were multicolored like a painting; the Black Room’s legend didn’t belong to the ghost school’s faction or the students; it was tied to the Art Building; the Art Building didn’t exist in normal time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combining all these fragmented details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang reached a conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Principal Wang truly feared—the tentacle ghost entering the Art Building might trigger some change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he brought Liu Yang along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse had no objections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t say a word, just followed—though carrying a waterlogged corpse was heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Wu Wang arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the once-vast empty space of the Black Room now stood a three-story building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its roof, golden lettering spelled out “Art Building,” though long abandoned—the gold had faded, covered in moss and dry leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gurgle… gurgle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang felt something wriggling beneath his clothes, so he lifted his bulletproof vest to check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, the [Bloodstained School Uniform] was changing—the graffiti colors crawled and flowed across the fabric like living things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rusted iron door of the sealed floor ahead also pulsed with matching graffiti colors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he’d guessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing this uniform, he didn’t need any damn paintbox to enter the Art Building!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, the game truly begins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned widely as he approached the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this step, the duplicate’s core finally revealed its mystery to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything before had been mere child’s play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Po—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang reached out—not even pushing the dusty, graffitied iron door—and his entire body slipped through a thin curtain of water, the door rippling like a pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the corpse he dragged were sucked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he entered, a pungent odor hit him—dusty, sharp, like cheap oil paint, more like formaldehyde from spray paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He surveyed the first floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lighting was extremely dim, only faint yellow glimmers revealing vague shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This surprised him—he’d expected no electricity or light at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desks, chairs, and debris were piled chaotically, the clutter on the left stacked to the ceiling, blocking all passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On both sides, classroom doors stood open or locked, faintly labeled “Vocal Room 1,” “Vocal Room 2,” etc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This floor must be the music wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hehehe...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the deathly silent corridor, eerie laughter suddenly echoed—like demonic whispers lingering endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was inside the Art Building!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang’s expression turned grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this place didn’t feel inhabited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More likely some unclean entity tied to the Art Building’s legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was—the laugh of a ghost!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re… Chu Yuxun? Where are we?” A sudden voice came from his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang looked down sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yang was awake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only awake—his shattered skull from the fall and water-swollen limbs had fully restored to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat on the floor like a living man, rubbing his head, eyes filled with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, buddy, do you remember what happened before you got here?” Wu Wang tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yang frowned, puzzled: “I remember being in class, Teacher Yao called on me to come up, then… I was here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected—he didn’t remember dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang had no intention of telling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew if he recalled his death, he’d suddenly split open and become the tentacle ghost Bailing Dao and the others described?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, He Yikan had warned them before fainting—the Black Room legend was tied to students who jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know about the school’s Art Building?” Wu Wang pulled him up. “When I was a kid, there was this Uncle Neil on the children’s channel who believed in me more than my mom—always telling me to create art.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now we’re in the Art Building. There should be white glue I never found before. Want to try it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yang stared blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he pointed behind Wu Wang, uncertainly asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t mind, but… is that person also with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!?!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1222,"2026-06-20T05:36:16.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","549b85038d3df009cb3459227a3e772d015147957cd32000797dea7cea62af79","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-23","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-21",331,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-cover.jpg"]