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The ringing of the bell shattered the false silence above Qing Teng High School without warning.

The sound waves, like a tangible tide, washed over every inch of space. The vein patterns on the walls pulsated wildly in rhythm with the bell, as if the entire school building had come alive, transforming into the cavity of some enormous creature awakening.

"What the hell?"

Cheng Caijun's eyes widened in surprise.

The bell tolled like a death knell, or like the urgent call of a hungry stomach.

The crimson light in the corridor flickered even more wildly as the sound waves washed over it, like the final twitches of a dying heart.

"Oh no! The bell rings, the blood feast begins, and everyone alive will die!"

"Let's go! We can't stay here any longer, let's leave the teaching building!"

"Okay!" Cheng Caijun forced himself to keep up despite his exhaustion.

Unbeknownst to the two, just minutes after they left the storage room, a figure walked slowly into the storage room against the backdrop of the suddenly crimson light in the corridor.

He is the proctor.

But she is no longer the same female teacher who, though strange, still retains a human outline.

Her body had swelled to nearly twice its original size, stretching her once-fitting uniform to the point of almost bursting. Her skin was completely covered by a network of dark red veins, which writhed and undulated on her surface like living creatures. She now had six arms, just like the evil god statue Zhang Zhuyu had seen before, which were now twisting and elongating unnaturally, their thirty fingers transformed into sharp, bone claws dripping with viscous black blood.

But what's most chilling is her face.

The face still retained the general outline of the proctor, but the features were distorted and displaced; the mouth stretched to the ears, revealing layers of spiraling, sharp teeth. Her eyes had become two bottomless, swirling dark red vortexes.

One ten-thousandth of the power of the evil god "Blood Feast" was officially injected into this body.

He stood at the doorway, his swirling "eyes" slowly sweeping across the room.

"They're fast runners..."

The proctor's mouth, which stretched to the roots of his ears in a terrifying arc, seemed to curve upwards even further.

A deep, hoarse voice, a mixture of countless overlapping voices of men, women, and children, rolled out from the depths of His throat, resounding in everyone's mind:

"But what's the use of that?"

"The final banquet..."

"start."

-

Rewind a few minutes, to the moment before the bell rang.

Inside the examination room on the third floor.

The proctor was standing quietly on the podium.

His body still maintained the general outline of a human, but the network of blood vessels under his skin was so clear that it was like a relief, and dark red lines slowly undulated under his pale skin.

The three extra arms hung down naturally, one of which had already developed granulation tissue. The twenty-five fingers gently tapped the edge of the podium, as if playing a piano piece.

Inside the classroom, the bespectacled man and the remaining dozen or so NPC students were all buried in thick exam papers.

The questions on the exam paper remained absurd and bizarre, ranging from brain teasers to strange logic puzzles, and even taboo questions about the "Fourth Teaching Building".

Most NPCs had long since given up on answering the questions, mechanically and desperately scribbling on the paper or staring blankly at the test paper, waiting for the death that might come at any moment.

Except for one person.

The bespectacled man sitting in the middle of the classroom, near the front.

His newbie buff is "Knowledge": for a certain period of time, it greatly enhances his ability to understand, remember, and apply knowledge in a specific field.

He quietly activated this ability the moment he received the exam paper.

Behind his glasses, his eyes gleamed with an almost manic intensity as his pen flew across the exam paper, leaving behind neat and dense answers. Those seemingly illogical questions, in his buffed mind, were somehow dissected, reassembled, and answered!

Question 1: How many times did you write the number "1" from 1 to 1000?

Answer: 301.

......

"bell--------!!!!!"

The proctor's fingers, which had been tapping on the podium, stopped.

He slowly raised his head, his swirling eyes sweeping over all the "examinees" below.

There was no emotion, only a formulaic and cold sense of "execution".

"Exam time is up."

He spoke, his voice dry and flat, revealing an inhuman emptiness.

"Now, collect the papers and begin grading."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out with his five arms and grabbed at the empty space in front of the classroom!

"call--!"

All the exam papers in the classroom floated up from the desks on their own, as if pulled by invisible threads, and quickly flew to the podium, where they were neatly stacked in front of the proctor.

Then, under the horrified, bewildered, and desperate gazes of everyone—

The proctor's right index finger suddenly elongated and deformed, its tip transforming into a dark red quill pen tip, as if it were soaked in thick blood.

He picked up the top exam paper and glanced at the questions and answers.

The speed at which they reviewed the papers was unbelievably fast.

error.

error.

error.

One by one, the dark red crosses fell.

Soon, it was the bespectacled man's turn to take the exam.

The proctor picked up his exam paper.

My gaze swept over it.

The answer to the first question is 301.

The quill pen tip paused for a moment, correct.

The second question is correct.

……

The answer to question 1000 is "in the wrong direction".

The quill pen hovered for a longer time before finally dropping the red hook.

correct.

All correct.

The bespectacled man could hardly believe his eyes! A surge of ecstasy rushed to his head! He passed! He actually passed this bizarre test!

Just then, the proctor's hollow voice rang out again, this time directed at him:

"Candidate No. 07, your exam paper has been graded."

"Accuracy rate: 100%"

Assessment result: Passed.

"According to the rules, you are permitted to leave the examination room."

As he spoke, the bespectacled man felt a kind of invisible constraint between himself and the examination room, and between himself and the exam paper, loosen.

It's done! It really is done!

Suddenly, a line of transparent words reappeared in front of the bespectacled man's eyes. Upon seeing the content, he was so excited that he trembled all over and almost cried.

[Player Wang Zhi has passed the exam and achieved a normal completion, gaining +3 China points. The player can leave or continue the game to achieve a higher completion level. Do you choose to leave?]

"whether"

He was overjoyed.

however--

Just as the bespectacled man's fingertips were about to touch "yes".

The proctor's usually hollow and flat voice suddenly rose slightly, carrying an indescribable... mockery?

"You are permitted to leave the examination room."

"but--"

"You still have to die!"

Wang Zhi's outstretched fingers suddenly froze.

The pure white quill pen tip had somehow pierced his heart.

Wang Zhi's eyes were wide open, filled with deep resentment.

But it's too late.

There were no screams, no struggles.

There was only a soft "pop" sound, like a bubble bursting.

On the ground, only the man with glasses' shattered glasses and a fallen exam paper remained.