Little Wei counted the floors across from her. Locking eyes with her was a boy in a gray hoodie pressed against the glass, only for a black-clad killer to ruthlessly snuff out his life.
Screams and the sound of fleeing footsteps flooded Little Wei’s eardrums, wave after wave. Unable to bear the stabbing pain in her head, she swung her staff and smashed it into the window.
A crisp shattering sound rang out. Little Wei was still staring blankly at her hand when she felt someone shove her.
Stumbling, she fell through the broken floor-to-ceiling window.
Holy shit!
This was the seventh floor.
Gritting her teeth against the splitting headache, Little Wei wedged her staff beneath her, slowing her descent just enough. The moment she landed, seated on her staff, she sensed a gaze thick with malice.
It felt like she was being watched.
The killers who had been lurking near the dormitory building were now gone.
Yet that malevolent presence clung to her like a shadow, sending shivers through her frail body.
This was a terror rooted in the original soul of this body.
The vessel felt unbearably uncomfortable—perhaps because she’d inherited its memories.
It was wreaking havoc on her movements and thoughts.
Like the lingering fear of a snakebite that makes one fear ropes for years.
Even lifting her leg felt stiff, as if the body itself resisted.
“Si, how do I shake this off?” Little Wei crouched behind a small shop near the dormitory, nibbling on a compressed biscuit she’d scavenged from the convenience store while asking Si for help.
The store had been broken into at some point—apparently, this game required food, or it severely hampered escape speed.
“Sorry, there’s no way to shake it off,” Si replied helplessly.
Compared to previous worlds, this one felt like a true elimination match.
“Damn it, it’s like I’ve been hit with a debuff,” Little Wei muttered, pulling out a treasure from her inventory.
A cloak of invisibility.
Handy in this world, but she still had no idea how to clear this dungeon.
She couldn’t even tell if this was reality or a nightmare.
To make matters worse, the moment she finished the biscuit, the dimly lit school was swallowed by a dense, drizzling rain, shrouded in layers of gray mist.
Even distant figures blurred into hazy outlines.
Meanwhile, Little Wei endured hammer-like headaches, sketching a map of the school under her invisibility cloak.
Four dormitory buildings, three academic halls, two cafeterias, plus a science and lab building.
After roughly marking their locations, she slumped onto the steps, rubbing her throbbing temples.
Why did it hurt so much? Just thinking felt like losing half her life to the pain.
“Little Wei, it’s probably because the original owner’s death was too traumatic. Her memories carry intense pain and revulsion—these are just normal aftereffects,” Little Nailuo chimed in soothingly.
“Some of it’s probably my fault too,” Little Wei puffed her cheeks.
After all, the agony of her third death had been firsthand. That crushing despair had felt so real, it was hard to stay calm.
“It’s okay, Little Wei, you’ve got this!” Little Nailuo cheered.
“Yeah…” Little Wei forced herself to rally.
She was now near the science building, where few people—or killers—lingered. But she’d noticed the game’s sadistic streak.
Some players, relieved to find fewer dangers, would let their guard down… only to get stabbed by a lurking killer.
Little Wei even spotted Feng Juan’s corpse.
It lay beside the lab building, a long trail of blood leading around a corner.
The stench in the air was unbearable. Seizing a moment of distraction, Little Wei knocked out a killer with her staff—but within seconds, the killer sprang up like a rabid dog, scanning the area wildly.
Left with no choice, Little Wei drove her staff through the killer.
Then she pulled off the mask.
What she saw horrified her.
The face beneath was identical to the one she’d seen pressed against the dormitory window earlier.
This killer… was her own double.
Little Wei stumbled back, falling onto the ground, staring in terror at the corpse. Those dead eyes bore into her, sending a chill from her soles straight to her skull.
Did I just kill myself?
“What kind of messed-up game is this?” Little Wei stood up, only to realize her cloak had slipped off in the chaos.
Crap.
A flood of fleeing students rushed past. Before she could move, an icy hand seized her wrist, yanking her into the lab building.
“Shh.”
A cold fingertip pressed against her lips.
The two now hid in a first-floor office cluttered with lab tables and sealed equipment cabinets.
Little Wei studied the girl before her.
She wore a pink-and-white T-shirt under a black jacket—likely a man’s—with her dark hair tied in a high ponytail. Her starry eyes gleamed brilliantly, yet their depths were unfathomable, radiating an aloofness that kept others at bay.
Little Wei could’ve sworn she recognized her, but the girl’s face was now obscured by a hood and black mask, leaving only those striking eyes visible.
Her voice was crisp as rain, each word tapping against Little Wei’s heart.
“You…” Little Wei hesitated.
For a split second, she thought it was Si.
“I’m coming with you,” Little Wei blurted.
The girl, who’d cracked the door open, paused and frowned, eyeing the pale, weakened Little Wei.
Deadweight.
The word hovered over her head.
“No—never mind. Fine. I’m Youyin,” she said, waving Little Wei over.
The moment she spoke, Youyin regretted it. She hadn’t meant to agree.
Meanwhile, Little Wei mulled over the name.
Youyin?
Like… Yule Wa?
Her ears perked up.
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