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

"..."

Seeing that Zi's brows were deeply furrowed.

She saw what had happened here before.

Students, crying and struggling, stumbled and ran down the corridor, then collapsed and were dragged away.

They can't run very far.

Either they had been stripped of all their skin, even the surface fat and muscle, causing their internal organs to fall off as they ran, leaving them exhausted and collapsing after only a few steps; or their bodies were covered in various marks, accompanied by the pungent smell of some kind of chemical reagent, churning around them and inside their bodies, robbing them of any chance of survival.

Therefore, no one ever stopped these students from escaping.

There's no need to stop them; they'll just run for a while, then collapse from exhaustion and die.

At this point, he could walk up again, casually say to the other passersby, "I'm sorry for the trouble," and then drag the body away, thus ending the matter completely.

This has happened many, many times.

"Woo..."

There were so many that Jianzi saw the corridor filled with corpses.

There were so many that she saw every single corpse reaching out to her, countless hands reaching out to her, begging for help.

Even though the corridor was completely empty, she felt as if she were being squeezed through countless corpses, each step almost consuming all the oxygen in her lungs.

Snapped!

A large hand patted the girl's shoulder.

The discomfort subsided considerably at that moment. Seeing Zi raise her head, she saw Gao Hai wearing a sheep's head hood and felt the calm gaze emanating from the hood.

Her erratic heartbeat calmed down, and the girl immediately felt her emotions stabilize.

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Gao Hai also vaguely sensed that discomfort, but seeing the much more obvious reaction from Miko beside him, he deliberately stopped. He didn't want to repeat what happened before when Alice possessed Miko, so he was now paying close attention to this girl.

"Is this... really a school? Why do I feel like I've come to... a slaughterhouse?"

Feeling calmer, Miko took a deep breath, looked up at Takahashi, and asked softly.

"All dungeon worlds are like this; they are extremely twisted hells, filled with endless malice. Of course, even in such hells, good still exists. So what we need to do is not be defeated by that malice."

Gao Hai reached out and adjusted the badge hanging on one side of his chest, and spoke very seriously.

"...Then, can we really leave this place?"

The girl lowered her head, her voice low and somber, and even her golden eyes seemed to dim at that moment.

"Who knows? Let's just keep trying. Things have already gotten this bad."

Gao Hai spoke casually, not caring at all as he continued forward.

Meanwhile, Rika Ichino, who had been silently listening to the conversation, looked up at Takami thoughtfully.

This mysterious man wearing a sheep's head mask trusts Yotsuya a lot.

Although Yotsuya herself may not have realized it, during their conversation just now, this man treated her entirely as a junior, as one of his own. It was completely different from how he looked at me, Ogawa, and Sanada. In his eyes, we were just "useless people who could barely be of any use," but Yotsuya was completely different; in that man's eyes, she was special.

I have to keep up with Yotsuya.

She might be the key to our survival.

"That's what I'm thinking to myself," Ito no Rika thought to herself.

Then, the group finally crossed the corridor and arrived at the corner of the corridor, where the supply room for the chemistry and art classrooms was located.

Jingle Bell--

The sound of the bell instantly drowned out the sound of footsteps.

The lights suddenly turned on at that moment.

In Miko's vision, illusory elephant trunks, each carrying a mutilated human head, emerged from every corner of the corridor.

You cannot stay in the hallway; you must enter the classroom.

The closest, and currently the only, classroom we can choose from is... the art classroom!

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Chapter Twenty-Three: When the Things Humans Cannot Tolerate and the Strange Things Return

Under the pale white light, the dilapidated school building was restored to its clean and tidy appearance. All the broken traces and garbage stains disappeared, but for some reason, it gave people a more gloomy and terrifying feeling than the school in the dark.

From the pale red, increasingly somber clouds.

The sleet fell, soaking wet.

The students' voices rang out again as they recited in unison.

Without the slightest change in tone, it was as if everyone's voices had completely merged together, making it impossible to distinguish one another, as they chanted in unison.

In a school teeming with strange creatures, listening to these creatures, who are no longer human, read aloud is quite interesting to Gao Hai, although it's a completely different story for Jianzi and the others who have seen what those students look like.

thump—

Gao Hai kicked open the door to the art classroom very roughly and stepped into the large art classroom, which was almost like a small exhibition hall.

And immediately, he smelled an extremely pungent, nauseatingly strong stench of blood.

The scene that appeared before our eyes made us frown.

Even Gao Hai, who had already witnessed all sorts of despicable scum, had to admit that the scene before him was quite visually impactful.

However, considering that it was now daytime and the intense chill he felt in the corridor as if he were being watched by something, he still walked into the classroom without hesitation and gestured for the girls behind him to hurry up and follow him.

"Woo..."

Miko, who followed closely behind from behind, widened her eyes upon seeing the situation inside the room, then immediately covered her mouth to prevent her scream from escaping.

When Rika Iteno walked in, she turned pale with fright upon seeing the room, while Kazumi Sanada screamed and almost collapsed to the ground. But Rika Iteno quickly calmed herself down, pulled Kazumi Sanada into the room, and Miko also turned around and pulled Kyoko Ogawa, who was frozen in fear, into the room as well.

A figure could be vaguely seen in the corridor; the person was not tall and appeared to be a student.

Seeing that Zi didn't dare to look any longer, he grabbed the doorknob and closed the classroom door, then cautiously turned around to look at the room in front of him.

"Don't panic. You have orders from me, your teacher, and they have no right to attack you. Stay calm."

Gao Hai, who had initially shown some displeasure, had now calmed down and was speaking to the girls.

Before entering the classroom, he had given the four girls an order that they did not need to study and should not be disturbed by any students, and this order still seems to be working.

"These...these...these really are..."

Yotsuya Miko felt that her values ​​were about to be completely shattered by this school.

"Yes, it must be something that happened in real life, and now it's being reproduced here."

Gao Hai nodded slightly in response. The sheep head hood miraculously made a pouting expression. It was clear that the hood had gradually become integrated with Gao Hai's face after being worn for a long time, and could even stimulate his nerves and muscles to produce certain reactions.

"vomit……"

Sanada Kazu finally couldn't hold back and vomited.

Unfortunately, this beautiful girl couldn't vomit rainbows like in the anime. As she vomited, Kyoko Ogawa and Rika Itono's faces also turned pale, as if they might vomit at any moment. Miko Yotsuya's reaction was the mildest, but she moved even closer to Takami. At this moment, in the eyes of this girl with the ability to see ghosts, only Takami's presence could give her a sense of security, making her feel that she wouldn't be swallowed up by this twisted and terrifying place.

The girl beside him had a clear body temperature and a soft touch that was undeniably very comfortable, but Gao Hai was in no mood to enjoy it at the moment, because what appeared before him was something he could hardly describe in words.

I looked up at the banner hanging above the art classroom.

Welcome to the "Artworks of Old Humanity" exhibition.

On one side of the desk, neat and beautiful handwriting clearly described the following passage.

This world will belong to a new kind of human being.

Everything in the old world serves as material for our art.

Now is the time to showcase the splendor of the new world; no old morality or law can limit our creative passion.

The handwriting is really beautiful; you can tell it's the result of diligent calligraphy practice.

But neither the content written above nor everything in the exhibition hall could make Gao Hai look at it with a normal perspective.

He took a step forward.

To his side is the first exhibit in the art classroom.

The exhibit is called "Mother Eats Child's Marrow".

Gao Hai only glanced at it and didn't look at the exhibit again.

Although the sound of the millstone slowly grinding flesh and bones was too clear, and the sound of the viscous liquid slowly flowing down and blocking his throat was impossible to ignore, all Gao Hai could do now was to ignore it.

He passed the second exhibit in the classroom.

The exhibit seemed to have some kind of built-in sensor. As Gao Hai walked by, the sounds of two little girls laughing and calling out "Brother, brother!" could be heard. As the sounds rang out, the thing inside the transparent glass case used for display twitched slightly, and the wriggling of the flesh and the trembling of the tongue hanging in mid-air could be seen.

The third item... the fourth item...

Gao Hai reached out and gently patted his head. He felt slightly dizzy. After seeing at least twenty or thirty exhibits in the art classroom, even though his strong will wouldn't be greatly affected, these terrible things were still too upsetting.

Even so, Gao Hai continued walking slowly, traversing the entire art classroom. He read through the names of the exhibits and the names of the students who created them, and picked up a white eraser from a corner of the art classroom, putting it in his pocket.

He also tried opening the door to the art classroom's supply room, and unsurprisingly, it resembled a slaughterhouse. A warning sign even stated that students must have all used chemistry classroom waste checked beforehand. Gao Hai could only try to avoid thinking about what those waste items were or what kind of checks they entailed.

After looking around the classroom, Gao Hai returned to the door of the art classroom.

The four girls followed him around almost blankly. Except for Miko, the other three were almost unable to think, and even Miko's condition was quite bad. It was clear that the scene here was too stimulating for a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls... No, it should be said that anyone with normal thinking ability and normal human emotions could not remain unmoved after seeing such a thing.

Even though Gao Hai was trying to console himself with the idea that "I'm a time traveler, these are NPCs," he still couldn't calm himself down. Ultimately, witnessing such an inhuman and bloody scene firsthand—without any anime filter or indirect contact like photos or videos—was enough to shatter any normal person's understanding.

There are a total of 34 items on display.

Twenty-four of the exhibits are materials related to "bad students" and their families.

The other 10 items were created by the "outstanding students" who made the 24 exhibits. These students seemed to be required by some kind of "selection mechanism" to kill each other and turn the dead into exhibits. The last student died from his injuries after completing the exhibit, making him the only normal-looking corpse among the 34 exhibits.

Gao Hai had a deep impression of that corpse, not only because it was the only one among the bunch of ghostly things present that at least looked relatively normal, but also because the inscription on the display case where the corpse was located read "Failure".