"This is very impolite behavior," Teacher Liu said in a reprimanding tone, waving her pointer. "Perhaps you are about to graduate, but I still suggest you learn about the school rules again."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the students began to sway their heads and recite: "School rule number one: the initial grade is set and may not be changed except by unforeseen circumstances. School rule number two..."

Thick, foul-smelling black blood slowly seeped from their illusory bodies, quickly filling the entire classroom and accumulating in a thin layer on the floor.

Pieces of maggot-infested flesh fell off, followed by severed limbs and rotting heads.

Amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the students continued reciting: "School rule number seven...school rule number ten, who gave you permission to scribble and draw in your notebook?"

After reciting it once, they all cried out in unison, "I'm sorry! Teacher, I was wrong! I will never break the school rules again!"

Then it was a completely new round starting from scratch.

“All the students have broken the school rules, and if we want to atone for them by correcting their behavior…”

“It’s impossible to make it in time! There are so many students here! We…” Xiao Cheng shook her head anxiously, but before she could finish speaking, something cold was suddenly shoved into her hand.

It was that short knife.

Xiao Cheng was slightly taken aback. She then noticed that Fang He's temperament seemed to have changed, becoming exceptionally cold, with a faint crimson glint in his eyes, carrying an uncontrollable rage and murderous intent.

She suddenly remembered something she had long ignored: the school had been amplifying their negative emotions from the very beginning. The appearance of "another self" was a perfect way to release her own emotions, but Fang He did not.

He hid it so well that Xiao Cheng didn't even realize it.

"If you can't solve the problem, then solve the problem itself." Fang He began to gradually move away from Xiao Cheng, slowly backing away towards the stairwell. "Rule Three: Sixty points is all you need. Time is running out, you can do it, right, Xiao Cheng?"

Xiao Cheng didn't speak, but subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the short knife.

Fang He nodded slightly, then suddenly turned and ran upstairs, quickly disappearing from sight.

Xiao Cheng silently walked into the classroom, and under Teacher Liu's sharp gaze, he patted the first student on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

His voice reciting the school rules came to an abrupt halt.

Xiao Cheng pulled out the dagger that had pierced his chest with one hand, and coldly watched him fall to the ground, turning into a rotting corpse that was too painful to look at.

Suddenly, a bright red number popped up in front of me: 0.5 points.

Sixty points.

This means that a total of 120 students need to be corrected.

She numbly wiped the blood off the dagger, waded through the bloody ground, and walked toward the next student.

Teacher Liu stood on the podium, watching without moving as she swiftly slaughtered all the students in the class.

Aren't you going to lay a hand on me?

Xiao Cheng paused slightly as he stepped out of the classroom, turned to look at her, and hastily wiped the black blood splattered on his face with his sleeve.

"How could that be, Teacher Liu?" She gave a harmless and innocent smile. "Even if I'm graduating, I'll still be a good student who respects teachers."

With forty students in the classroom, Xiao Cheng moved very quickly, and the students didn't resist at all. In the end, it became a mechanical, inertial movement, and even the knife was almost worn out.

It's short for "killed numb".

Just as the repaired student ID floated in front of her, she had finished killing the last student. Exhausted, she threw the dagger aside and made a gesture of surrender.

"Sixty points, not a point more, not a point less." She looked at the student ID card, which was trembling with impotent rage, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Pretty smart, what's the principle behind it?"

No one answered her.

Reluctantly, an extra 60 points were added to the student ID, and then the stamp turned red again. An extremely gentle power surged into Xiao Cheng's body, quickly restoring her strength and cleaning the bloodstains off her body.

All the images began to blur. Xiao Cheng subconsciously looked towards the stairwell, wondering how Fang He was doing. But he was only ten points short, so he should be in a much easier situation than she was.

She suddenly relaxed, a heavy feeling of exhaustion enveloping her, and she felt drowsy and almost fell asleep.

Suddenly, a spotlight slammed on and shone directly down on her head, stinging her eyes.

The young presiding judge, dressed in a black uniform, sat solemnly in the judge's seat, looking down at those below.

Then he began to count: "One, two, three, three." A smug smile appeared on his face. "How about it? My penance, I'm sure it hasn't disappointed you, has it?"

The spotlight gradually dimmed, slowly returning to the judge. Xiao Cheng, who had just been stung and shed tears, was finally able to open her eyes normally. She turned to look at herself; Fang He and Liu Xiaoying were standing not far away.

She subconsciously observed Fang He's expression, but unexpectedly met his teasing gaze, and inexplicably looked away in a fluster.

Then, belatedly, I realized something was wrong. Why should I feel guilty?

"Of course, there are four others who must also attend the final trial." The presiding judge snapped his fingers, and the sound of machinery whirring came from underground. Four completely transparent coffins slowly rose vertically, containing the corpses of the remaining four players.

All I can say is that he died peacefully, and his appearance and appearance were arranged quite properly. Except for his extremely pale face, he looked as if he were asleep.

A transparent screen was suspended high above everyone's heads. Random characters scrolled across the screen, eventually settling on their student ID numbers, followed by each person's final score.

Xiao Cheng and the other two are sixty.

The four who died all scored zero.

"The result is obvious, so let's start with... number 2, let's begin with number 2," the presiding judge said slowly.

The screen above Number 2's head instantly turned gray, and a huge, heavy iron hammer fell from the sky, smashing through the transparent coffin with a bang and landing on her head.

Her head was smashed like a watermelon, red and white liquid splattered everywhere, along with bits of flesh and blood, falling to the ground.

The headless corpse fell down.

There was a moment of silence, then the judge's malicious and unrestrained laughter rang out.

"Great, really great. It feels good to have a great start, right?" He wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and looked around at everyone with a sinister gaze.

Then comes number 3.

Her death was relatively gentle; water slowly flowed into the coffin, submerging her completely. The woman floated there quietly, as if sealed in crystal.

The remaining two were either cut in half at the waist or swiftly crushed into dust. The bloody scene was utterly nauseating. The judge admired his handiwork for a moment, then waved wearily.

"You've cleared the checkpoint. You can go now."

The white mist spread out, quickly enveloping Xiao Cheng and the others before disappearing in an instant.