Why is my journey to the world of anime a strange tale of rules?

The teacher is speaking to you now. The teacher has already given you instructions, so you don't need to listen to anyone else.

There's only one thing you need to do right now: follow your teacher and listen to them. Otherwise, you'll become a bad child.

As the ram-headed man spoke slowly, Jianzi could feel the fear in her heart gradually subsiding.

That's right, I don't need to be afraid.

The teacher has already allowed me to come in here.

So now that I haven't made any mistakes, even the good students can't criticize me or order me around.

"I see."

Seeing that Zi had taken a step, he stepped inside the door.

The goat-headed man continued forward, walking side by side with Miko, heading deeper into the corridor.

The dust seems to be denser here.

Although it's clear that this place was once well-arranged and specially designed as a very high-end and luxurious place, after it became ruins, it didn't seem any more special; instead, it became even more scattered.

Many chandeliers had fallen to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Many of the paintings and signs hanging on the wall have fallen to the ground, and the content on them has become blurred and illegible.

However, a few signs are still recognizable, and the content written on them can still be read.

We are special, we are unique, we are different.

Jianzi saw one of the slogans, which seemed to be handwritten by someone, with calligraphy drawn with a brush, and the style was very unrestrained.

Our existence is paramount; there is nothing we cannot do; we can possess everything.

Another recognizable slogan was spotted by Jianzi. Compared to the previous slogan, this one made her feel even more uneasy, as if she were feeling uncomfortable all over.

We have the right to take anything in this world at will, because we are the most special and noble.

Nothing can stop us, nothing can withstand us, we will be perfect, we will create a new world.

Everything in this world is inferior to us, unclaimed property that we can plunder at will. We are the masters of the future.

More slogans, more uncomfortable content.

All his words were filled with intense pride and arrogance, a disdain for everything, and a deep sense of distortion.

Jianzi felt that people who lived and grew up in such places could never be "excellent students." They could only be completely twisted and insane monsters, beasts disconnected from human society.

Why would such a place exist?

What kind of people does this kind of place want to produce?

If such a place truly existed, where did all those who lived there go? Did they all become ghosts, forever trapped in that school? Or are there individuals who left this place and are still living in our daily lives today?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a chill run down my spine when I saw Zi.

Is it really possible for me to leave this place?

Having become a "delinquent student," do I really have a chance to leave this place alive?

Seeing Ziwei slightly tighten her grip on the hem of her clothes.

Of course you can, don't be afraid!

The person next to her gently patted Miko's shoulder and smiled at her.

"Can I really do it? I'm so weak, I have no ability to protect myself. When I encounter those terrible things, I have no way to escape or fight back. I have to rely on other people to protect me to survive."

Seeing that Zi was speaking softly with his head down, his mood became increasingly depressed.

It's okay, it's okay. Being weak isn't your fault, and you've done a great job, haven't you? Every time you discover a problem, you immediately tell your companions. Without you, they wouldn't have survived this long, would they? So don't worry, you'll definitely make it to the end.

The person next to her smiled again, then put on a serious face and said to her earnestly.

"Really? Did I really make a difference? I still feel like I caused the teacher a lot of trouble. And I clearly lied to the teacher. I saw the scene he described, I saw the person offering the flowers, but I couldn't say it... Sigh, why didn't I say it..."

Seeing Zi slightly open her eyes, her expression became somewhat confused.

[Because if you tell him, he'll die. You're worried about him, you're trying to protect him, aren't you?]

The person beside her gently stroked Miko's head and whispered something to her.

"Is that so...? Yes, if he knew, something terrible would happen, so I didn't see it...that's why I didn't see it..."

As she lowered her head, Miko murmured to herself, her expression gradually returning to normal.

[That's right, that's right. You didn't do anything wrong. Everything you did was right. So don't hesitate or feel confused. Just do it boldly and confidently. No one will blame you.]

The person beside her continued speaking, reaching out to gently hug Jianzi and offering her words of encouragement.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, everything I did was right…I was right…I was right…I…you, you are…why am I…”

Seeing Ziwei frown slightly, her expression became confused again. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but the sound seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't make it out.

Okay, okay, we're almost there! Remember not to be afraid. You're well protected by your teacher, and no one can hurt you.

The person next to her simply moved a little closer and continued speaking to her.

"...Okay, I understand. I won't be scared because the teacher is protecting me. As long as the teacher is here, everything will be fine. I just need to be a good student and listen to the teacher."

Seeing Zi nod again, a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips, but her fingers continued to grip her clothes tightly.

Yes, you're so lucky to have a teacher protecting you. I'm even starting to get jealous! So hurry up and work hard, I'm waiting for you to win the game!

The person next to her chuckled and patted Miko's shoulder again.

"Okay, thank you for comforting me. I'll do my best to finish the game because I want to become good friends with you."

Seeing that Zi nodded again, a happy smile appeared on his face.

Okay, keep up the good work!

The person next to her waved a small hand at Jianzi.

I understand, thank you, Alice.

Jianzi waved back.

The ram-headed man in front had stopped.

Miko, who had been following behind the other person, also stopped.

In the darkness, in the small area illuminated by the dim candlelight, the classroom door could be seen ahead, a dark red door with the sign "Class 001, Grade 8" written on it.

They have reached their destination, the location of the objective of this operation.

squeak-

With a piercing sound, the classroom door slowly opened, revealing the interior.

Broken windows and torn curtains were tangled together.

A large iron hammer covered in black stains lay across the collapsed tables and chairs.

The knife and machete lay on the ground alongside books and exam papers, with a few bullet casings mixed in.

A number was written on the blackboard, a blood-red number that seemed to reflect light under the candlelight: [1].

The shattered corpses, dressed in expensive clothes, lay sprawled in various corners of the classroom, some still clutching their weapons.

Why did they turn out this way?

Seeing that Zi tilted his head, he looked at the goat-headed man with great curiosity and asked.

That's not important. The fate of losers is not something we need to care about. They're just dead; it only proves they were useless and unworthy of the title of "excellent student." Now, come in with me; we should take what we need to take.

The ram-headed man spoke coldly, took a step, and was the first to step into the dilapidated classroom.

Jingle Bell--

Suddenly, a piercing ringtone sounded over the loudspeaker.

The classroom, which had been pitch black, was instantly illuminated and brightly lit.

The mangled corpses that had been lying in the classroom all raised their heads and looked at the three figures standing at the classroom door.

Chapter Fourteen: The same tricks won't work on me repeatedly!

It seemed like someone was chuckling softly.

Under the bright lights, someone stood in front of him, laughing softly.

Then, beside him, someone was kneeling on the ground, their body trembling uncontrollably, sweat, tears, and snot streaming down their face.

There seemed to be some other people standing nearby, some laughing quietly and others whispering.

Then the person standing in front of him slowly spoke, in a very pleasant voice:

Now, I order you to gouge out your left eye.

The person kneeling beside him trembled, seemingly wanting to scream, but unable to control his body. He could only slowly raise his hand, reaching towards his eyes.

The next moment, Jianzi heard the sound of blood splattering.

[Good job. Now, gouge out your right eye. This time, make sure your fingers circle inside the eye socket a couple more times.]

The person with the pleasant voice gave the order again, a hint of amusement lurking in their voice.

Dark red splattered on the ground.

There were no screams.

Although the person kneeling on the ground was trembling all over, their body increasingly stained red with blood, and seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment, they remained silent, neither crying nor screaming, simply trembling and continuing to kneel.

[It actually works!]

Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise.

[I just told him to shut up, and he really couldn't say a word. I told him not to move, and he really didn't move. Now he can even gouge his eyes out, amazing! Hahaha, he can't even cry!]

The other person couldn't help but whistle and say, his voice full of excitement.

[Let's try something else. By the way, can he walk straight? He can't see now, you know.]

There was another person cheering and shouting happily.

Then more people started to chime in, spouting all sorts of strange commands and offering their ideas with smiles.