Chapter 27

Cough cough cough! Damn dungeon! How can there be such a powerful boss?

Tu Xingsun burst violently from beneath the ground.

His body was covered in dozens of wounds, the blood having soaked his uniform into a deep crimson.

These were merely external injuries; his internal organs were unknown, but each breath sent searing pain through his chest—his internal injuries were likely just as bad.

He had almost died.

Fortunately, he had already distanced himself from the battlefield, using some escape skill to reach the far end of the school playground.

This place was far from the classroom building.

“Damn it! Why did it fail?” Tu Xingsun cursed, pulling a ridiculous hat from his pocket.

Its shape resembled wild mushrooms commonly found in the mountains.

He opened his equipment panel and saw—

【Mushroom Hat (Contaminated)】

【Equipment Effect: Wearing this hat while standing still rapidly erases your presence, making others perceive you as merely a harmless mushroom】

【Note: I’m a mushroom. What are you?】

Principal Wang had just appeared.

He immediately pulled on the hat and hid beside a tree, trying to pass himself off as harmless.

But the man merely turned his black ring on his pinky finger.

The hat on his head became as hot and untouchable as a red-hot iron block.

Then the words “Contaminated” appeared.

And it could no longer be stored in his backpack.

This was utterly bizarre.

He had never encountered a boss who could directly affect his backpack.

That thing was beyond anything they could fight!

Brother Baili, Brother Shi, I’m sorry—I’m taking all the dungeon rewards for myself.

Though his injuries were severe, a faint smile appeared on Tu Xingsun’s face.

He patted his waist—the paintbox was still there.

Once Principal Wang killed those two, he would return alone to the art building tomorrow.

Exclusive reward!

“Have you run enough?”

Just as Tu Xingsun was about to head back to the dorm, a familiar voice sounded beside his ear.

In an instant, the surroundings began to change.

He was back at the starting point.

Baili Dao and Shi Gandang lay motionless on the ground, their lives in peril.

He looked up at the mountain-sized, bloated corpse, watching as the man gently rotated his white ring.

Spatial transfer!

Damn it! He wasn’t even in its line of sight!

“As long as you’re still in this school, you can never escape my control!” Principal Wang’s mocking grin was grotesque, his lips stretched nearly to his ears.

He was invincible here!

Not even Sun Wukong could escape the palm of his hand!

“Principal… we only wanted to help you catch the truants!” Tu Xingsun, seeing escape was impossible, immediately defended their actions: “We have reliable intel—the truant is plotting something in the art building!”

“So we wanted to relieve you of the burden—investigate and capture that audacious student.”

“You can kill us, but you can’t let the student escape!”

He was doing everything he could to justify himself.

After all, their mission was to help the haunted school!

If Principal Wang would only listen—even if punishment came later, it didn’t matter.

At least he had to survive now!

But the man’s mocking expression grew even sharper.

He raised a hand like a cement pillar, gripping Tu Xingsun’s two arms.

With a gentle tug to either side.

Ssshh—

Tu Xingsun was like an ant caught by a mischievous child—his arms were torn off effortlessly.

“See? To me, you’re toys. Even if every student in the school were gathered, they’d still be nothing but more toys.” Principal Wang crushed Tu Xingsun’s legs into pulp as he continued: “Toys can’t run away.”

It was over…

Tu Xingsun’s consciousness began to fade.

He suddenly realized the most bizarre thing about this dungeon.

Such a powerful haunted school and principal.

Could any student possibly escape?

Why even bother chasing truants at all?

With a look of despair, he saw Principal Wang press his finger against his skull.

Plop—

His head exploded like a watermelon smashed on the ground.

Principal Wang gently hooked the paintbox from the pool of pulp with his fingernail.

He carefully placed it back into his coat pocket.

He couldn’t help but recall the aura inside the art building.

He sneered at the lifeless bodies of Baili Dao and Shi Gandang: “You two look more like truants. You think you can find a way into the art building?”

You don’t know what terrible thing lies there—you don’t even have the right to approach Him.

Principal Wang knew better than anyone.

The aura behind the broadcast room door.

No one in the entire school, except himself, could get near it.

Even he had spent decades slowly stealing and acclimating to that aura using these ten specially crafted rings, just to barely endure being in the broadcast room beneath His gaze.

That feeling was utterly intoxicating!

And in three days, that aura would be fully his to command!

At that time, Gaoshan Middle School’s reputation would rise another level!

The thought alone made Principal Wang’s pulse race—he pressed his finger onto Shi Gandang’s head.

Plop—

Freshly squeezed watermelon #2, just out.

He turned his gaze to Baili Dao.

“Moshi moshi~”

“Hello, dear listeners! Welcome to ‘Your Moon, My Heart’—a good man is me, I am—Wang Zhiyong.”

Principal Wang hadn’t moved yet.

A strange, peculiar voice echoed across the campus.

Even though it was past midnight, every student bolted upright in their beds.

They stared at each other and toward the classroom building, confused.

They had never heard anything like this before.

Principal Wang’s arrogant grin turned instantly pale.

“Is that… a broadcast?” Baili Dao lay helplessly on the ground, his mind still functioning.

Gaoshan Middle School had no broadcast system.

Players’ two days of exploration had taken this as a given.

The haunted school held nothing but countless clocks.

The only thing capable of broadcasting sound across the entire campus was the bell in the clock tower, signaling class changes.

So where did this eerie broadcast come from?

Though he didn’t know who Wang Zhiyong was,

that tone…

why did it feel strangely familiar?

“Now I’m going to tell you a story about my younger brother… Nah, too long—let’s cut to the point.” Wu Wang, pale-faced, spoke into the microphone, dropping a veiled yellow joke.

He sat inside the broadcast room.

Beside him stood Liu Yang, expression resigned.

And in Liu Yang’s hands, each gripped a chubby boy with identical faces.

The two chubby boys had glazed eyes, their hands constantly trying to strangle each other.

No one knew how Liu Yang had the strength to hold both of them at once.

“First—the secret that your homeroom teacher and Principal Wang have been hiding from you—”

At Gaoshan High School, someone once successfully skipped school.

As soon as these words were spoken, quiet whispers spread through the dormitory building.

But only one second passed.

Wang Xiaozhang’s furious voice echoed across the campus.

“Who are you! How did you get in there?!”

The door to the broadcast room bears His aura!

Who could just walk right in?!

“Who am I? Since you asked so sincerely, I’ll mercifully tell you!”

“To prevent the world from destruction, to maintain peace across the land.”

“Upholding evil with love and truth—a cute and charming villain.”

I am the Nemesis of the Abyss God!

With every word Wu Wang spoke, the red pupil on his wrist glowed more sinisterly.

His face grew paler still.

Until he finished his final sentence.

All his life force was completely drained.

He collapsed lifelessly before the microphone, his face ashen.

But in the blink of an eye.

He sat back up, his complexion flushed with color again.

The simple red pupil in his eye showed rare confusion.

Holy shit! Where did all that life force I absorbed go?!

————

Time must go back to before he entered.

Wu Wang had hit another bug.

The red pupil on the broadcast room door had barely appeared before it was absorbed and devoured by the one on his wrist.

Although he could still use the microphone to broadcast to the entire school,

there was a drawback—

every sentence he spoke drained massive amounts of life force into the red pupil.

But his 【Immortality】 ability returned every lost life force unchanged.

Thus, a death loop formed within him.

The Abyss God's mark was like eating air—no matter what, it remained unsatisfied.

The microphone could only be endlessly exploited by him.

Wu Wang clutched a notebook he had taken from Ghost Fatty.

【Wang Zhiyong’s Daily Log: Recording Secret Matters】

【I successfully skipped school today.】

【I’m planning to fly away tomorrow.】

【But I already died yesterday.】

After reviving, Wu Wang broadcast word by word through the microphone to the entire school: “My name isn’t important—it’s yours that matters.”

“Isn’t that right, Principal Wang? Or should I call you…”

“The first person in Gaoshan High School’s history to successfully skip school—Wang Zhiyong.”