"Armin is back."
(There was an error in the content of the previous chapter, which has been corrected!)
The idle player sat on the chair, and when he saw Armin coming back, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It's like the backbone has returned.
But then, their expressions froze.
At the door frame, a plump, purple-grey tumor was trying hard to squeeze in. Even though it banged against the door frame, it was making a loud noise and was making very difficult progress.
As the fat tumor was used, a strange oily yellow liquid began to be squeezed out of 돗's body. This liquid covered the part where 돗 touched the door frame to help 돗 lubricate and enter more easily.
“Puff, puff, puff…puff, puff…”
A strange oily yellow liquid was constantly squeezed out and gradually spread under the podium.
"Is it the principal?"
The players were startled.
Thinking of the principal mentioned in the notice, they had imagined countless appearances, but they never imagined it would be such a huge tumor.
To be honest, before it was burned by the golden flame, this "tumor" still looked like a human.
Now...
Armin returned to his seat and did not look at the tumor that was trying to get in through the door. Instead, he took out the doll he brought out from the dormitory.
The doll was shaking noticeably, with unknown blood oozing from its empty eye sockets.
With every impact of the tumor, the doll trembles with it.
"puff."
There was a sound like jelly popping out, and also a sound of sticky liquid rubbing against each other.
The fat tumor finally squeezed in.
Players saw the full picture of the tumor.
The stagnant eyes, deformed body, and huge amount of fat are like a head growing on a tumor.
The huge amount of fat covered all parts of the body, leaving only the head exposed.
At the same time, a foul stench like that of a corpse hit their faces, making everyone frown.
[The principal of Qingteng Middle School congratulates you on passing the exam and decides to give you a gift]
The fat tumor stood motionless on the podium, like a sculpture.
Only the weird prompt sound rang in everyone's ears.
What gift?
The eyes of players from various countries lit up, and their thoughts became active.
Although the world of ghost stories is full of crises, if you get some good things, it is not impossible to turn things around.
However, the appearance of the gift was somewhat different from what they had imagined.
On the table of each surviving player, there appeared a bloody mass of flesh.
The piece of meat was still wriggling, like an irregular mass of strange things, accompanied by a disgusting stench.
What the fuck is this?!
The players tried hard to hold back their nausea and didn't vomit, but they didn't want to see this thing for another second.
[This is a gift from the principal. Please finish eating it within the specified time. Otherwise, you will be punished.]
【Time starts】
【30】
【29】
[…]
A reminder tone sounds.
The players' faces instantly turned ugly, their brows almost knitted together, and their eyes were filled with resistance.
Asking them to eat this, what's the difference between that and eating Oreos?!
However, the fatal alert sound that rang in their ears made everyone's heads jump.
They don't know if the rules will change again.
They knew that if they didn't eat, they would probably die here.
They had no choice.
The players started to move.
I held back my nausea and reached out to the unknown creeping creature.
When I touched it, the unknown object moved even more violently.
Bring it to your mouth, take a bite, and a smell filled with rotten and bloody smell explodes in your mouth.
Everyone's faces were distorted, and their entire faces were almost wrinkled together.
This is no longer a question of whether it tastes bad or not.
This is a challenge to your taste buds.
"Tsk!"
One player couldn't help it and vomited.
The moment it spits out the creeping creature.
The fat, muscular man standing on the podium moved.
It sways back and forth, just like a tumbler moving.
But the roly-poly doesn’t have so much fat, and… there’s a pervasive stench of decay.
The fat tumor came in front of the player, and after a few seconds of hesitation, a skinny arm stretched out from the fat and picked up the creeping creature on the ground.
돗 sent it to my mouth.
Chew it rhythmically and swallow it directly into your stomach.
Then he just stared at the player who was vomited out without moving.
[The principal doesn't like waste. ]
The fat tumor fell forward with a "pop" and threw the player under him.
The strange thing was that although his head was exposed and there was no movement, the sound of chewing and swallowing could be heard in the classroom.
"ah!!!"
The player's howl made me shudder.
It's like the last struggle before death, helpless but tragic.
About an minute later.
The obese man stood up unsteadily, and everyone saw a pair of skinny legs under the fat.
Those skinny legs were like fragile branches that would break at a touch. It was hard to imagine what supported such a huge tumor.
Blood was dripping from the fat.
A big mouth slowly shrank back from the belly, and everyone could only vaguely see a little blood residue.
On the ground,
There was nothing left except a pool of dark blood.
…
Everyone was horrified...
No matter what the thing in front of him was, he pinched his nose and put it into his mouth.
Look at Armin again.
At this moment, he wiped his mouth without changing his expression, and there was nothing left on his desk.
He actually finished eating?!
Some players noticed this, and the shock in their eyes was self-evident.
What's going on?!
Only those who have experienced it personally know how despairing it is.
In thirty seconds, all they managed was to swallow most of it, with a small portion still remaining.
There were only ten people in the whole classroom, and they took advantage of the last one or two seconds to lick up the last small remnant.
No matter whether you grind it with your teeth or stuff it into your mouth, it always goes in.
There were five or six others who were "punished" in the same way because they did not finish their meals.
Their flesh and blood were devoured completely, leaving only a pool of blood.
The blood was bizarre, but at least they had some body parts left.
This fat tumor left only a pool of blood.
[The principal is very satisfied with you. Next, please start praising us.]
【Any player gives a compliment】
[You have five minutes, please complete the praise before the timer ends]
【If you do not praise, you will be punished. 】
【If the praise is wrong, 껩 will be punished. 】
Praise?
What the fuck is that?
The last ten players who were still alive, excluding Armin, had anxious expressions in their eyes.
Should we use the biblical method of praise?
A Western player was quick-witted and started singing Bible praises first.
The speed was so fast that no one else could react.
He is a devoted believer.
He believed that the ugly tumor in front of him, even though it looked horrible, was a believer.
This crisis can be resolved by simply using the Bible to arouse his good intentions.
But unfortunately, he was wrong.
The fat tumor seemed to be attracted by something and swayed down again.
The player who was chanting the Bible had beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still didn't dare to stop praising.
Until he was pressed under him, screams were alternated with praises.