Looking at the faceless man's smile, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
They didn't have faces, but people could clearly feel their eager and twisted smiles.
He put on a fake smile.
At the same time, the teacher also announced to the parents that in the next 120 days, they would eat and live with the students, advance and retreat together, and prepare well for every upcoming exam battle.
"Parents are not allowed to enter. Please leave your children at the school gate. In the future, you won't be able to accompany them on this journey. They must face it themselves."
After everyone had signed, the teacher handed out black and white cards one by one. The faceless parents sent their children to the school gate.
One by one, they lowered their heads to tidy up their children's clothes. The flesh on their faces was twisted high, and they urged their children to become useful to society.
"Mom and Dad sent you here for your own good. Do you know how hard it is to get a place here? Do you know how expensive a year's tuition is? Study hard and don't let us down. Get a high score and become a useful person to society, not a scum of society. "
"You are all the flesh on the back of our hands. This society can't tolerate useless people. You have to let me hold my head up in front of my relatives!"
"What's wrong with suffering now? We are all doing it for your own good! "
.....
The parents were exasperated at their children's failure to live up to expectations. They kept talking about their love, but they didn't mention how they had personally signed the death contract.
"Creak, creak, creak, creak —"
The high iron gate of the school was closed. Iron chains as thick as an arm were locked to the iron fence, and a cement lock was built.
The students in the blue and white school uniforms looked up at the blurry-faced parents waving at them outside. They were led into the school like marionettes.
The surrounding scene changed from the school gate to a dark gray field.
Around them were low and dilapidated teaching buildings. In front of them was a flag-raising platform covered in stains. The entire school was surrounded by high walls, and the walls were wrapped with thorny iron wires and high-voltage nets, as if imprisoning the sky in the surrounding area.
Unlike the empty field in the prequel plot, this small area was now filled with square tables and chairs. They looked like pieces of broken wood, full of a sense of age.
Rows of teachers in white shirts and overalls stood at the front not far away. Their faces were flat and terrifying, like sculptures that had been poured out of the same mold.
The national flag fluttered slowly in the air. It was not the national flag that any trainee was familiar with. It also indicated that this was not reality, but a dungeon world filled with distortions.
Finally, this scene froze in the air.
[Prequel plot complete. Main system link complete.]
[The third round of Thriller Trainees has begun. Current location: Level B Group Trainees Dungeon: No.1 Middle School]
[The mode of this game is Survival Mode. You do not need to accept the main mission.]
Hearing this, the trainees on the field all looked solemn.
If the protection mission was a mission that all trainees were unwilling to accept, then the survival mission was undoubtedly the most dangerous mission among all the missions. The purpose of this quest was to imply that many people would be trapped here forever, not to mention that this was a group dungeon.
After regaining their senses, many people began to quietly size up their surroundings.
First, it was the tables and chairs that filled the entire field. Then, it was the grass that grew out of the cracks in the concrete ground of the field, and the cracks on the flag-raising platform.
Of course, although the environment was important, most trainees were also concerned about the number of Level S participants in this competition.
However, there were too many people on the field. It was too much for the eyes to take in.
There were close to a thousand Level B trainees. Everyone stood there in their school uniforms. It was difficult to find a Level S with a red badge in the crowd.
Just as the trainees were observing, the live broadcast room was activated.
[The 360-degree panoramic camera has been activated. This round of the competition is only live broadcast to each class.]
[Trainees have entered live broadcast mode.]
Compared to the venue of the Level A Group Dungeon, the audience of the Level B Group Dungeon was obviously smaller.
However, this time it was not like the individual show with thousands of venues, nor was it like the second round. It was just divided according to the level, which greatly concentrated the audience.
[The live broadcast room is activated. Brothers and sisters, let's go!]
[I'm coming in. The venue of the Level B big shots … Is this a school?]
[Looks like it, and it's one of those run-down schools. It's too miserable. I don't know if this is a supernatural type dungeon. If it's a school, it's very likely.]
[On the other side, the Level A trainees were all thrown onto a cruise ship, and it's a luxury cruise ship. The Level D seems to be on a deserted island. I don't know what kind of deserted island is this. The Level C trainees were left on Mount Olympus. The Level C trainees are really miserable. It's probably the most difficult of all the levels.]
The bullet screen chattered and discussed. Then, the topic changed.
[How many Level S participants are there in this venue? Sisters, let's zoom in to find them.]
[Ah! I see No.8 The Dark Wizard. F * ck, No.2 Fan Zhuo and No.10 Tokumon are also there.]
[This round is worth watching. Sigh, since the start of the live broadcast, I haven't seen that big shot in the dungeon. I don't know if he's participating in the group dungeon.]
Just as the bullet screen was flooded, the last prompt from the main system quietly arrived.
[No.1 Middle School Dungeon has officially been activated.]
[The duration of this dungeon is 120 days. On the 120th day, the dungeon will be closed at midnight. Calculation will begin.]
As the mechanical voice of the main system disappeared, the frozen scene came alive in an instant.
The principal, who was standing in the middle of the flag-raising platform, took the microphone from the teacher.
"Teachers and students, welcome to No.1 Middle School for the next 120 days. Before you enter the school, we will hold an entrance exam on the field. Please take your seats according to the number of your class. "
Number?
The trainees lowered their heads. Someone touched his pocket and found the small card that appeared in the prelude. It clearly stated which class each trainee was assigned to.
Zong Jiu also lowered his head to look.
He was assigned to Class 9.
The broadcast at the side guided all the students to take their seats in the field.
The large field was divided into ten areas. There were exactly one hundred students in each class. All the seats were filled.
Everyone took their seats in silence. None of the seniors were like the reckless newbies, stupid enough to try to resist the NPCs.
After they were seated, the teachers and teaching assistants who were standing in front of the flag-raising platform walked down one by one. There was one person standing in front of each row and in the middle. It was extremely oppressive.
It was only then that the trainees saw the things hanging from the teachers' waists. They all gasped in their hearts.
They all had a long black leather whip covered in barbs on their waists. It looked extremely ferocious and creepy.
[F * ck, how painful would it be if this thing fell on a person?]
[Is this something for humans to use? That's too cruel.]
This time, no one dared to make a sound.
The principal seemed to be very satisfied with their obedience.
The dean received his order and announced loudly, "Now, all the invigilators, please distribute the test papers."
"The exam will last for a total of four hours. If any cheating is found during this period, it will be dealt with according to the school rules. "
"After the exam, each class will be ranked according to their results. The last student in each class will be punished. Please consider this carefully."
Punished?!
The trainees looked at each other without batting an eyelid. A terrifying guess vaguely emerged in their hearts.
Since it was a survival game, this punishment might be the punishment they imagined.
They must not fall to the last place in the class in this exam!
The invigilators began to distribute the test papers.
Sheets of snow-white test papers fell on the table. A black pen was placed at the corner of the table.
The test papers were densely packed with questions. There were a total of ten pages, covering all the questions in the nine subjects of Language, Mathematics, English, Physics, Chemistry, History, and Geology. The question on the last page was directly raised to the Olympiad difficulty.
"Wow —"
This time, not only the bullet screen, but the trainees also exploded.
They thought that there was something special about this exam. Who would have thought that this was really just an ordinary exam? Even the questions were of the difficulty of the ordinary college entrance examination!
A Grade B immediately scolded, "What kind of hell is this? We've f * cking graduated so many years ago. Who remembers what we learned in high school?"
This was not wrong at all.
They had been in the infinite loop for so long, and most of them were members of society. There were people from all walks of life. They had almost forgotten their own professions. How could they still remember the content they learned in high school? Moreover, there were also trainees from other countries who had not participated in the college entrance examination. Even if they passed the language test with the help of the main system, looking at the test paper in front of them was still like looking at a heavenly book.
Using such a test paper to determine life and death was a little too ridiculous.
Even if the main system had a difficult dungeon in the past, there had never been such a situation where they were caught off guard.
Just as the others were about to immediately open their mouths to agree, there was a sudden sound of something breaking through the air.
In the next second, a deep whip mark appeared on the back of the Grade B trainee who had just scolded angrily. His skin and flesh were torn open.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah —"
He screamed and immediately rolled from his seat to the ground. He rolled on the ground in pain.
The invigilator coldly put away the whip. "Whispering is not allowed after the exam begins. You will be penalized once and will be implemented after the exam."
The entire field fell silent.
With such an example of killing a chicken to warn the monkeys, although the crowd still had angry expressions on their faces, they also kept quiet.
Although the invigilators did not have faces, every trainee could feel their hawk-like gazes occasionally sweeping over them. It gave them goosebumps.
They had no way of discussing it, but the bullet screen continued to flood in.
[F * ck, I take back what I said about Grade C being the most miserable. Now it seems that Grade B is the most miserable!!!]
[Congratulations on entering the large-scale hell mode infinite loop dungeon: College Entrance Examination.]
[I'm stupid. What kind of situation is this now? I wouldn't even want to write this test paper if you let me go out and face the ghosts and monsters. All those years have reminded me of the fear of being dominated by the college entrance examination.jpg]
[These big trainees are too pitiful. My God, what kind of situation is this? Who would remember what they learned in high school? Just blindly guess the last ten rookies pecking at each other.]
On the contrary, the three Grade S students present were calmer. Fan Zhuo and The Dark Wizard had even calmly picked up their pens and began to answer the questions.
Their authority was higher than that of Grade B. The Grade B trainees only knew that they were entering a group dungeon, but the Grade S students knew that this dungeon was not only related to school but also the college entrance examination. Therefore, they had made a lot of preparations in advance.
For example, Fan Zhuo had always been reliable in his work and was very far-sighted. After seeing the clues, he came up with no less than ten possible plans. One of the plans was to pack up a set of 53-3 and throw it into a storage device with Wang Houxiong. He even flipped through it in advance.
Tokumon propped his head with his hands, looking dispirited.
He thought that the next dungeon would be a supernatural event that happened in high school. Who would have thought that he would be greeted with a test paper? He was dumbfounded. Now that he saw the test paper for the first time, his face once again showed the classic expression of "I'm too unlucky."
After the shock, the other trainees unscrewed the caps of their pens and looked at the test paper. They did not know whether to start writing or raise their pens.
Many people chose to skip science and directly rushed to the field of social sciences.
There were so many terms for science. Even if they were the top scorer in the college entrance examination, they would have forgotten everything after two years in the infinite loop. The only subject they could write about was social sciences.
But the best way to write nonsense was gone. Even if the main system removed the fuzzy memory, there were not many who could actually write.
Zong Jiu unscrewed the cap of his pen, but he was not in a hurry to start writing.
He pretended to flip the blank test paper over, pulled open the table, and put the card in his hand into the storage device on the table.
Several invigilators immediately looked over, as if there was a knife on his back.
However, the white-haired magician's back was straight, and he sat upright. After putting the card in, he covered the test paper again. He had no intention of cheating.
The invigilators hovered for a while before slowly retracting their gazes.
Only Zong Jiu, who had his head lowered, had a gloomy expression.
His hand silently stroked the thin surface of the table, feeling the deep, uneven handwriting coming from the back.
Just now, the moment the table was opened, he saw the words carved on the table.
The densely packed words carved with a knife were distributed on the back of the old, decaying wooden table. Their contents were the same, and they all only had three words.
— Save me.