The screams and the sound of the whips breaking through the air did not stop.
After losing their special props, the trainees were no more than mortals at the mercy of others.
Even the trainees who had undergone a high degree of body strengthening were the same. The mortal body could not transcend the limits of human beings and would forever be under the control of the main system.
Gradually, the screams weakened.
Of the ten trainees on the field, none of them were able to stand.
No. It was no longer accurate to say that they were "human." Their bodies were covered with crisscrossing wounds. The blood that gushed out like a stream soaked the grass that grew out of the cracks in the ground into an ominous color. There was not a single piece of intact flesh on their bodies.
There was even an invigilator who directly broke the neck of one of the trainees with a whip. Half of the trainee's head drooped down in a horrifying manner, revealing the eerie snow-white spine and dripping out of the spinal cord.
To be honest, this scene was really terrifying. Especially since the trainees were still alive and being tortured. Even if they had fainted, their bodies would still twitch and roll subconsciously due to the pain. It made one's scalp tingle.
After this one-sided torture for nearly ten minutes, the Dean of Teaching waved his hand.
The teaching assistants stopped their whips. At this time, the trainees on the ground were so miserable that most of their skeletons were exposed. They could only breathe out, not in.
Such a tragic scene made even the experienced B-grade trainees who were sitting in their seats and watching the show tremble involuntarily.
Even if they encountered a terrifying monster, it would be a one-hit kill. There were very few horror dungeons that would directly torture the trainees to death.
Logically speaking, even if they really had to die, most people would prefer to choose a more relaxed way of dying rather than being tortured in such a humiliating way where they could not resist at all.
"Throw them into the Corpse Sinking Pool."
The Dean of Teaching looked coldly at the trainees who did not look human. "I could have given them a quick death. Unfortunately, these people spoke rudely and attempted to defy the school's rules and regulations.
"They only got a little more than ten points after finishing an exam. They enjoy public resources but do nothing. They are scum even if they are alive. Today, we will remove evil for the people.
"All of you, listen carefully. In No.1 Middle School, students who are poor in their studies do not have the right to live. Every year, our school will get rid of a large batch of trash. We have been unanimously praised and recognized by the country and society. "
[Blargh, what do you mean by not having the right to live if you don't study well? What kind of disgusting values are these?]
[Damn, as long as you live long enough, you'll be able to see all sorts of monsters and trash in the infinite dungeon. Amazing.]
[I thought that the S rank dungeon that trapped the poor in the sewers was disgusting enough. I didn't expect this dungeon to be even worse … So, the score can determine a person's contribution to society? I'm really Reiss, fist salute.jpg]
[This dungeon is really scary. It's even scarier than the ones with ghosts. F * ck!]
[Ten B-grade trainees are too pitiful. They would rather die in the hands of ghosts …]
On the field, the director was still boasting.
"Our school is a century-old school with a long history. It is your honor to study here. In the next one hundred and twenty days, we will have four more large-scale examinations. They were divided into the first monthly exam, the mid-term exam, the third monthly exam, and the final exam. This does not include the weekly quizzes without punishment. "
"Only the students who pass these four exams will be able to get the graduation certificate for this semester. And the student who gets first place in the class in each exam will be the class monitor until the next exam. "
The trainees below the stage all looked down. They knew very well in their hearts.
The final exam was set on the 120th day.
As long as they could hold out until midnight on that day, they would be free.
According to the grading standards given by the main system for this dungeon, the trainees did not even need to go through any dangerous challenges. In this strange dungeon that did not play by the rules, the overall ranking of the trainees would determine the evaluation score they could get in the next round of the level evaluation.
At this moment, no trainee was thinking about this. It was good enough to survive, so how could they think about academic results?
Among them, Tokumon, who was the worst student, had already pulled a long face. He felt that it was inevitable that he would fall out of S rank this time.
Just as everyone was making their own plans, the dean threw down another deep-water bomb.
"… This mock exam will eliminate the bottom ten of the grade. In the next monthly exam, we will rank the ten classes according to the class average."
"The class ranked last will be punished by execution as a whole!"
At this moment, all the trainees showed looks of disbelief.
Ranked according to the average!
What did this mean? This meant that the 99 students in each class had to advance and retreat together. As long as one person did not study well and dragged the class down, it was very likely that the whole class would be punished together.
This was not a punishment of playing house or standing! It was a battle of life and death!
Thinking of the miserable state of the ten trainees who had no power to fight back, a sense of fear rose from the bottom of everyone's hearts.
Because from the moment this rule was announced, everyone's life was not only in their own hands, but also in the hands of the other students in the class!
The rules of the main system directly disrupted the original clear division of the B-level trainees into ten different camps.
And the students in the other classes were no longer colleagues or friends in the same organization, but serious competitors.
In the face of life and death, no amount of friendship was useful.
[Is this crazy? A class will be eliminated in the next monthly exam?]
[A class has a total of 99 B-level trainees! Eliminated just like that? Are you kidding me?]
[That's right. What if it's a class with S-level trainees and they're all eliminated? I'm already starting to tremble.]
[What kind of Hell Level dungeon is this? Oh my God, if someone in the class drags down the average score, won't the whole class be buried with them?]
Among the trainees in the ten classes, the reaction of Class 10 was the most intense.
Two of the top ten were in Class 1, and the first place in Class 10 was only ranked 12th in the grade. Naturally, there was a big gap between them and the other classes.
They comforted themselves. "Don't be afraid. How can we tell so much in the first mock exam? After 40 days of study, we might even be able to rush up."
"Yeah, don't diminish our prestige and boost others' morale."
"Yeah, this is a matter of life and death. We can't be the first to be scared."
.....
Immediately after, the dean announced the end of the exam and that afternoon classes would be held as usual.
Thus, the trainees got up from the field according to the instructions, moved their desks and chairs back to their classes, and began to prepare for class.
No.1 Middle School's daily autumn class schedule had been neatly pasted in the classroom.
There was no breakfast, lunch, or dinner on the schedule. Obviously, the main system had specially adjusted the schedule according to the trainees' need not eat.
There was one class in the morning, four classes in the morning, four classes in the afternoon, and two classes in the evening. From the end of school in the afternoon to the evening self-study, there was a period of time for students to freely arrange their activities and use it to wash up every day. There were originally three classes in the evening self-study, and the third class was also freely arranged by the students. The schedule was packed full.
Among these classes, the one with the most lively atmosphere was none other than Class 9.
After all, when they were on the field just now, that person had directly named himself to be Class 9's homeroom teacher.
To have the opportunity to receive personal guidance from No.1, all the Class 9 B-level trainees felt honored. Of course, except for Zong Jiu.
After returning to the class, the trainees in the class began to chatter among themselves before the teachers returned.
"Our homeroom teacher is actually that person!"
"Oh my God, it's such an honor!"
"I really didn't expect that he would personally participate in this dungeon."
Zong Jiu listened at the side and realized that these trainees were getting into character quickly. They had already started to refer to themselves as' our class', which was a very good sign.
However, Zong Jiu was a little annoyed by their bragging, so he decisively interrupted their discussion.
"Did all of you get a zero for Politics?"
Everyone was silent.
They hadn't thought about how to treat Magician, but when they thought about how he was the top student of Class 4, and was also the class monitor personally appointed by the Dean, the devil thought highly of him. Thinking about the school's rules and regulations, they might have to work under the class monitor until the next exam. No one wanted to lose face, so they answered.
"Yeah, I basically wrote all of Politics, but I also got a zero. That's ridiculous."
Another trainee with the student number 99 trembled. "I also wrote almost all of it. Damn, I could only write Politics on this paper, but I didn't even get a single point. I almost … "
With the student number 99, it meant that they were at the bottom of the class. They were indeed on the line between life and death, almost ending up in the bottom ten of the grade.
"Sigh, the next exam will be based on class ranking."
Everyone was worried and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "If it's compared to the others, we can do it. Who knows how many years have passed since we graduated, but we still have to come back and study high school content again … What a sin."
"Yeah, forget about high school content, I don't even remember what happened in the real world."
Thinking about how they were going to become enemies with their old friends and colleagues, everyone felt a little depressed. "In the past, when we were in the Infinite Loop, we always moved as a team. Between the team and the organization, we were all brothers who went through life and death together, who would have thought that this time … sigh. "
"Don't think too much about it."
Zong Jiu frowned. "There are still thirty days, everyone is on the same starting line. No one knows what will happen when the time comes. "
"Would you choose to give up and hand over the hope of survival to someone else?"
The classroom was silent.
That sentence was harsh, but it was the truth.
Humans were selfish, even if they couldn't bear it, they would still move forward.
But there were still some who were unconvinced. "This is just a mock exam, how much weight do you think your first place is worth? Don't wait until the next monthly exam and you'll be kicked out. "
"Oh? Sorry, even if it was a mock exam, you only got around fifty. If you're so good, why don't you get first place next time? "
That person choked on his words.
"Since I'm the class monitor, I'll leave my words here."
The white-haired Magician crossed his arms and said in a cold voice, "In the next forty days, I don't want anyone from Class 9 to be a burden to the class."
"From now on, it doesn't matter if you're willing or not, which organization you're from, or how powerful your life-saving means are. None of that matters now, we're all in the same boat. "
"Adults, times have changed, exam results are the only indicator and difference."
"Of course —"
Zong Jiu dragged his voice. "If anyone doesn't accept me as the class monitor, you either have to defeat me in the next exam or have a fight in the woods after school. If you can't beat me, then shut up and be obedient."
The class suddenly quieted down, and everyone had an excited expression.
Just as Zong Jiu was surprised by their sudden obedience, he suddenly realized something and slowly turned around.
A black-haired man holding a book was standing behind him, his slender body slightly leaning forward.
His cold hand rested on Zong Jiu's shoulder, and the coldness seemed to seep through his blue and white uniform, directly to the surface of his skin, chilling him to the bone.
"It's a good motivational speech, but let me remind you."
He smiled and said, "Private fights are strictly prohibited on campus, violators will be recorded."