After a few seconds of deathly silence,

The second year of high school (3) class was instantly in an uproar.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Someone was banging on the table frantically, almost smashing their phone screen.

"Yesterday we got to the part where Old Man Xu heroically sacrificed himself, and today it's the finale? Does the creator of this story have a grudge against money?!"

"The system must have crashed! Or the Redfruit Network server must have exploded!"

The boy in the back row stood on the chair and shouted into his phone.

"What kind of popular online novel author does this? This is completely unreasonable!"

"Stop refreshing! You guys are going to crash the app if you keep refreshing it!"

A cacophony of doubts, insults, and the beeping of phone unlock notifications filled the air.

No one believed that the hellish dream weaver who took pleasure in tormenting readers would end so decisively.

It's like preparing for a long trip, only to have the tour guide tell you that you've reached your destination as soon as you step out the door.

Wu Di kept refreshing the Hongguo APP, his fingers trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

"Brother Que... Brother Que, wake up! Take a look at me!"

With a sob in her voice, Wu Di shoved the phone at Lin Que's face.

"The Dream Weaver's account must have been hacked!"

Lin Que reluctantly pushed his phone away.

With an innocent "How should I know?" expression, he casually pulled a piece of chocolate from under the table and unwrapped it.

Lin Que chewed on his chocolate, looking at the devastated faces around him.

This was exactly the effect he wanted; only when despair reaches its extreme can it be truly remembered.

He casually added insult to injury:

I don't think so.

"Perhaps the author felt that rather than letting it rot slowly, it would be better to just blow it up cleanly?"

"What do you know!"

Zhang Ya, sitting in the front row, suddenly turned around, her voice trembling:

"Although I don't like this author's actions, you are not allowed to insult the ending of this work."

Lin Que shrugged and continued to sleep on the table.

As people gradually opened the chapters...

The noise in the classroom seemed to be strangled.

A deathly silence was spreading.

Meanwhile, in the corridor.

Shen Qingqiu had only taken a few steps...

The commotion erupting from the classroom behind her made her frown.

These kids, they start tearing the roof off as soon as you give them a friendly look.

She stopped and turned around to go back and restore discipline.

"bite--"

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

That was a special notification sound she had set up for the "Dream Weaver of Hell".

Shen Qingqiu stopped in her tracks.

As a teacher, the constant flow of students made her instinctively want to ignore them.

But as a reader who was tormented by "Human World is Like Prison" and couldn't put it down,

But her hand honestly went into her pocket.

"Take a look at the title first."

She said to herself.

The screen lights up.

The bright red notification message was so bright it hurt my eyes.

[The Dream Weaver of Hell has released a new chapter: Final Chapter: Funeral]

Shen Qingqiu stood there, stunned.

Final chapter?

The final chapter means... the ending? The end?

According to the habits of the dream weavers of hell, or perhaps it's a new beginning?

The rain was still falling outside the corridor.

A cold, damp wind blew against my face.

She leaned against the cold, tiled wall.

For some inexplicable reason, instead of returning to the classroom, I clicked on that chapter.

The words, like a black tide, instantly engulfed her.

In Dachang City, the sky was no longer a hazy gray, but had turned an eerie crimson.