A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

"Nonsense, if there were people there, would it still be called a ghost school?" Chen Hao replied, his tone carrying a forced sense of ease.

At the end of the corridor was a staircase leading up to the second floor and down to the first floor. Zhang Wei suggested we go check out the first floor first, and the others had no objections.

As Su Chen went downstairs, she noticed a painting hanging on the wall. The frame was old, and the glass was covered in dust, but the content was still legible—a group of students in school uniforms stood on the playground, smiling brightly.

But those smiles looked a little stiff.

Moreover, the students in the painting all have black eyes.

"Stop looking, let's go." Wang Meng patted Su Chen on the shoulder.

The first floor housed offices and functional classrooms. They pushed open several doors, revealing the usual furnishings—faculty offices, laboratories, and a library. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, and the air reeked of mildew.

"How long has this school been abandoned?" Zhao Min asked, covering her nose.

No one answered.

They continued their search and found some useful items in the library—a flashlight, a lighter, and a few bottles of mineral water. They didn't know if these things would work, but it was better than nothing.

Just then, Liu Yang suddenly pointed out the window: "Look!"

Everyone turned their heads.

The fog lifted a little, and you could see a person standing on the playground.

No, it's not a person.

The thing was wearing a tattered school uniform, head down, motionless. It was too far away to see its face clearly, but you could feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

"What is that?" Sun Ting gripped Zhou Jie's arm tightly.

"I don't know," Su Chen said, staring at the object. "But it's best not to get close."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thing raised its head.

Although the facial features were not clearly visible, everyone could sense that it was looking this way.

The next second, it moved.

It didn't walk, it didn't run, but floated over in a way that defied the laws of physics, at an alarming speed.

"run!"

Zhang Wei roared, and everyone turned and ran. Behind them came the sound of shattering glass; the thing had smashed through a window and landed in the corridor.

Su Chen glanced back and his heart nearly stopped.

That thing's face... it had no face.

To be precise, it only has one mouth on its face, split from ear to ear, and inside it is a dense array of teeth.

"Go upstairs!"

Nine people rushed up the stairs, the thing chasing closely behind. It let out a piercing laugh that echoed through the empty school building.

When Li Yang ran back to the classroom on the third floor, he was still sitting there. Seeing everyone's disheveled appearance, he was stunned: "What happened?"

"close the door!"

Wang Meng rushed into the classroom and slammed the door shut. The others followed, with Su Chen being the last. He saw that the thing had already climbed the stairs and was less than ten meters away.

The thing crashed into us the instant the door closed.

boom!

The entire door was shaking, but it wasn't broken. The thing was scratching frantically from the outside, the sound of its nails scraping against the wood sending chills down your spine.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the door.

About a minute later, the sound stopped.

The corridor returned to silence.

"It...is gone?" Lin Xiaoyu asked in a trembling voice.

"I don't know." Su Chen leaned against the wall, panting heavily, "But at least we're safe for now."

"What the hell is that?!" Chen Hao's face turned deathly pale. "That mouth..."

"Stop talking," Zhao Min interrupted him; she looked like she was about to vomit.

Zhang Wei walked to the window and cautiously looked outside. The playground was empty again; the thing was gone. He glanced at his watch: "5:30, more than an hour until dark."

"In other words, that thing might still appear before dark," Su Chen said, "and there's more than one."

These words made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

"Then what do we do?" Sun Ting asked. "Just wait like this?"

"What else can we do?" Li Yang said irritably, "It's all your fault for running around and attracting that thing here!"

"You fucking..." Wang Meng was about to explode in anger, but Zhang Wei stopped him.

"Stop arguing," Zhang Wei said. "Now is not the time for infighting."

Su Chen didn't participate in the argument; he was thinking. This instance was level F, theoretically the lowest level, but that thing's speed and aggression were clearly not weak. If he had to face this threat every day for three days…

He looked out the window; the fog had thickened again.

It was getting dark. #Chapter 1

When Lin Wan woke up, there was a musty smell in the room.

She opened her eyes. The cracks on the ceiling looked like a spider web. There were several cardboard boxes piled up in the corner. There was a hole in the curtains, through which light shone, casting a small bright spot on the floor.

This is not her room.

Lin Wan sat up, her head throbbing as if it would explode. Her memories were a jumbled mess, as if churned in a blender; some fragments were frighteningly clear, while others were a blurry fog. She remembered her stepmother's hypocritical face, the moment she was pushed down the stairs, and countless eyes staring at her in the darkness—

and many more.

She looked down at her hands. They were fair and slender, with a thin scar on her wrist.

alive?

Lin Wan touched her face and pinched her thigh. It hurt. It really hurt.

She climbed out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor, and walked to the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked seventeen or eighteen, pale-faced, with large eyes and bloodless lips. Her school uniform was wrinkled, and the hem of her skirt was stained with dust.

Lin Wan stared at herself in the mirror and suddenly smiled.

I laughed so hard that tears came out.

"I'm still alive," she said to the mirror, her voice hoarse. "I'm fucking alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room plummeted.

Lin Wan's smile froze on her face. She saw a line of blood-red words slowly appearing on the wall behind her in the mirror:

Welcome to the bizarre world!

[Instance: Home]

Difficulty: F level

[Mission: Survive in this house for seven days]

[Tip: Don't trust anyone]

Lin Wan turned around, but there was nothing on the wall. She looked in the mirror again, and the blood-written words were still there, and they were starting to flow down, just like real blood.

"Damn it," Lin Wan cursed.

She remembered. Not all of it, but enough. Bizarre worlds, dungeons, quests, death. She had experienced these things countless times. She had once been very strong, so strong that even those things feared her.

But now she has nothing.

Lin Wan took a deep breath—no, she didn't take a deep breath, she just stood there, her mind racing.

Rank F dungeon. Beginner's village.

She has amnesia, but her body remembers some things. For example, when she sees words written in blood, her first reaction is not to scream, but to observe. For example, she knows that she cannot trust what is in the mirror, nor can she completely trust the clues on the wall.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

It was very light and slow, as if someone was deliberately walking lightly, or as if something was crawling on the floor.

Lin Wan looked towards the door. There was a shadow under the crack in the door, motionless.

"Wanwan?" A woman's voice sounded from outside the door, so gentle it was almost sickening. "Are you awake? Mom made you breakfast."

mom.

Lin Wan's fingers twitched. She remembered the voice, remembered the face. Her stepmother. Wang Fang. The woman who married her father three months after her mother's death.

"I'll be right out," Lin Wan said.