Daqiang turned his gaze toward the little girl who had just spoken to him, finally finding a place to vent his anger.
He strode forward, face twisted, his movements aggressive.
Zhang Jie, watching from the side, frowned deeply and looked ready to step in.
But Yehui only showed an expression of expectation, as if she had already foreseen Daqiang's actions.
Ruan Wei's eyes stayed locked on the girl's face, flickering with predatory intent.
Just as Daqiang was about to close in, his body suddenly froze.
On the back of the hand holding his pants, a thin line of blood appeared.
The sharp sting made him wince. When he lifted his hand, he could clearly see the blood welling up. His gaze snapped to the little girl now standing before him, holding a dagger steady in her hand.
"You… you cut through my reinforced muscles?!" Daqiang roared in disbelief.
His body had been strengthened, skin as hard as iron. Ordinary blades couldn't even scratch him.
And yet, this child's dagger had sliced him open with ease.
The little girl stood calm in the face of his anger.
There wasn't the slightest trace of fear in her eyes. Instead, there was a cold, killing intent that made the air around her feel sharp.
The dagger in her hand gleamed under the sunlight, no ordinary weapon by any means.
Seeing this, Zhang Jie immediately stepped forward, positioning himself between the girl and Daqiang.
His expression was serious as he spoke. "Daqiang, calm down. As long as we're alive, there's always a chance to survive. If we start fighting among ourselves now, we'll destroy that hope."
Though his words carried reason, deep inside Zhang Jie was already calculating. He needed Daqiang alive for now, both to increase his own chances of survival and to protect the newcomer standing behind him.
Yehui also stepped forward, her eyes shifting back and forth between the girl and Daqiang, as though weighing possibilities in her mind.
Ruan Wei, shaken by the girl's unexpected resistance, took a step back. His earlier desires had been forcefully suppressed by the sudden change in atmosphere.
The little girl lowered her dagger at last, her eyes flickering with open disdain.
She stared coldly at Da Qiang. "I don't care what kind of so-called enhancement you have, but here, you'd better not underestimate me."
Da Qiang's expression darkened. He hadn't expected to be injured by a little girl.
But Zhang Jie's words weren't entirely unreasonable.
What if there really was a sliver of hope?
As long as he was alive, anything was possible.
"Heh…" Da Qiang temporarily suppressed his rage, but in his heart, he was already plotting how he would torment the little loli in front of him.
Xiao Yehui saw that Da Qiang had finally calmed down and immediately stepped forward.
"Let me explain. This is the Lord God Space. We're forced to survive through trials in each horror movie world. You've seen the mission already—complete it, and when you return to this space, infinite possibilities will open up."
The girl looked curious as well. She nodded but didn't speak.
Zhang Jie found her a little mysterious. To increase his own chances of survival, he took the initiative to introduce himself.
"Hello, I'm Zhang Jie. I used to be a soldier. I've already experienced one horror movie cycle. They've only gone through it once as well… except that muscle man, he's survived more. He's the strongest in our team."
Zhang Jie carefully studied the petite, pretty, flat-chested loli before him. His eyes lingered on the dagger in her hand. "Do you know martial arts?"
The girl glanced at Zhang Jie, her cold gaze devoid of any emotion. Then she gave her own introduction.
"Zhao Yingkong. Assassin."
In the classroom, Yujin double-checked that within the new group, aside from Zheng Zha and the future psychic controller Zhan Lan, there weren't any other "familiar faces." Once he was sure, he quietly waited for the countdown on his Reincarnation Watch.
Once the timer hit zero…
He would strike immediately.
Da Qiang would be the first to die!
As for the others, he would decide as he went along.
The newcomers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to face what lay ahead.
After all, it was Freddy.
The immortal demon who killed within dreams.
If they could fight as a team, gathered together, at least they'd have some mutual support and a shred of reassurance.
The moment they thought about returning home soon, facing that monster alongside the children assigned to them by the Lord God, the newcomers looked as if they were walking to their graves. There was no will to survive on their faces.
This was the normal reaction of ordinary people after entering the Lord God's space.
Not everyone had nerves of steel or could adapt instantly after learning they were thrown into a horror movie world.
Some boasted loudly about how brave they were, claiming they would start farming points the moment they arrived, unlock their gene locks, and ascend to sainthood.
But in reality, they were the kind of people too afraid to enter an escape room alone, too timid to challenge a dungeon without a team. Talk of farming points was nothing but empty air.
Time passed by the second. Yujin's eyes stayed fixed on his reincarnation watch, his mood a tangled mix of excitement and nervousness.
Soon! Soon he could finally kill that bastard Da Qiang!
Once he cleared away the hatred from the Farming Team, he didn't care whether he lived or died afterward.
"Kill, kill!" he muttered under his breath.
When the countdown showed ten minutes left, he instinctively lifted his wrist, loosening his stiff neck as he prepared to review the mission details one last time before the end.
But just as his gaze fell back on the watch, his eyes froze.
"What's going on?"
The countdown that had been clear and steady moments ago was gone.
Yujin's heart tightened, an ominous feeling welling up from deep inside.
He quickly checked the other functions of the watch, but the countdown was simply nowhere to be found—as if it had never existed.
Panic stirred. Something was wrong. His eyes darted sharply around the classroom.
And then, on the podium, the elderly woman who had been silently writing on the blackboard suddenly stopped.
She dragged her fingernails across the board, producing a piercing, grating screech.
The sound cut through the silence of the classroom like a knife, so sharp that the newcomers instinctively clapped their hands over their ears.
The old white woman's voice rang out, filled with fury and disdain.
Her gaze swept over every face like a blade, as if peeling back their thoughts layer by layer.
"You are the worst class of parents I've ever taken in! From the very beginning you've been whispering and muttering!" Her words carried scolding disappointment, pressing down on everyone with invisible weight.
As she spoke, her nails continued to scratch at the board. The shrill noise made goosebumps ripple across their skin.
And with each scrape, bits of dead skin flaked from her face, falling away to reveal the truth beneath.
It was the face of someone horribly burned, scarred beyond recognition.
His skin was charred black, his face twisted in grotesque distortion, and in his eyes flickered a venomous gleam.
He wore a tattered red-and-green striped sweater and a small black hat.
And on his hand—those deadly metal-clawed gloves.
The newcomers froze at the sight, gasping sharply as terror surged in their hearts.
This was the very source of countless nightmares.
Freddy!
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