Sunday, 06:30.

Vortex Town is organizing recruitment, which also serves as the entrance exam for the Fourth High School.

All pedestrians who passed the external inspection had a palm pattern resembling a vortex appear this morning; they just need to place their palm on the surface of the ash powder to enter.

Hunter has not consumed any meat lately,

accompanying his journey here only with cooked vegetarian food, which goes against his fear instinct, leading to rapid weight loss and making his face appear much more defined.

As if he has transformed into someone else, even the natural meat scent emanating from his body has almost vanished.

He and Mia formed the Eight Evil People team, reaching the edge of Vortex Town, extending a hand to touch the ash barrier.

As the barrier's surface formed a vortex structure, they felt their bodies swept in by an irresistible force, directly arriving at the campus area.

If they fail the assessment, they will be kicked out of town immediately, unable to understand the inner structure of Vortex Town; only the students who truly pass have the qualification to move freely within Vortex Town.

...

"Wow! A classroom, huh? I've never really been in school much before, is this what a classroom looks like?"

Mia remains the same, always curious about many things, restless in her seat.

Hunter promptly begins observing the environment,

this small classroom is overly packed, with sixty desks arranged, and the ceiling fan also appears cramped, with many blades almost touching.

A bottle of unlabeled mineral water is placed on each desk, and there's a box of overturned chalk on the podium.

The eeriest sight is,

the empty area at the back of the class astonishingly places a sinister coffin.

In what seems a normal classroom, Hunter senses a deeply hidden danger, signaling Mia not to act rashly.

Soon,

the sixty-person classroom quickly fills up.

Most people's attention naturally draws to the coffin at the back, but no one foolishly approaches; they all simply remain seated.

The classroom broadcast comes with an announcement:

≮Attention, all preparatory students, you are required to leave the classroom and proceed to the playground area for the school's entrance exam.

Only those who successfully leave the classroom have the chance to participate in the exam.

If severely injured, comatose, or killed while leaving, the spot will be removed.≯

With the notification ended, most exchanged glances.

Leaving the classroom, such a simple requirement, even when they were humans, was almost a daily activity.

Here, this simple request is clearly abnormal, everyone stays inactive, all hoping for a guinea pig to make the first move.

Yet the blackboard reveals a five-minute countdown.

Mia is eager to try; she, as a murderer with necrotic traits, has astonishing vitality, unable to think of anything that could stop her from leaving.

She's less than five meters from either front or rear door, capable of rushing out in half a second.

As she prepares to get up, Hunter's gaze shoots over, instantly making her sit back down.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Don't move, you might die."

"Why?"

"I don't know, wait until the end to act."

"Okay."

Mia, being one of the Eight Evil People, understands Hunter's strength well, naturally choosing to trust him.

Everyone watches the countdown, noticing the time steadily dwindling, finally, someone couldn't sit still anymore.

A man with snake scales covering his body, opened his mouth wide and repeatedly split three avatars from within himself.

Attempting escapes through front door, rear, and both side windows, each avatar with different speeds and movement methods.

Very soon ran into trouble,

either stumbled over a water bottle and fell forward, having their head sliced off by a desk corner.

Or crawling on the ceiling mistakenly swept into the ceiling fan, getting evenly sliced into snake meat.

However,

one of this man's avatars, a seemingly weakest juvenile form, only stumbled over chalk and fell, breaking an arm but successfully leaving through the front door.

Despite his main body and other avatars dying, he could transfer his core into the remaining avatar, running towards the playground.

Seeing the first guinea pig actually escape, at least twenty people in the classroom started moving.

However,

within such a cramped and packed classroom, the calamity didn't solely act on individuals but linked people together, exponentially increasing threat levels.

Some monsters realized this, Hunter included, swiftly expanded their domains covering only the desk area they occupied.

Waiting until the commotion outside calmed slightly, only then cautiously dismantling the domains.

The previously clean and tidy classroom now smeared with thick crimson, desks, floor, podium, and ceiling fan all hung with body parts.

It's as if a massacre had taken place, yet there wasn't a single murderer at the scene, only victims.

Especially those creatures who attempted to approach the coffin to inspect its contents, one by one they ended up dying tragically at the back.

Hunter, seeing this scene, already had the answer in his heart,

he decisively released his domain, reclaiming all the scattered flesh at the scene, restoring the classroom to its initial tidy state, reducing the risk, and then voluntarily shared the intelligence he currently possessed:

"Everyone, leave one by one, don't rush.

An unknown disaster is lurking here, related to the coffin. Try to avoid the back, exit through the front door. Refrain from letting your mind wander, keep your thoughts clean.

Do not trigger a chain reaction. Wait for the first person to leave or die before the second person acts.

If anyone deliberately delays, once this test is over, regardless of whether you are logged by the organization, I will kill you!

There are still three minutes left, each person must not take more than eight seconds, starting from the person closest to the front door."

The effect of Hunter stepping forward was excellent, everyone chose to obey the instructions and left in sequence.

Indeed,

as long as they stayed as far away from the coffin as possible, even if disaster would still happen, the severity would be greatly reduced.

Hunter sat in a rear position, seizing the opportunity to observe the remaining people's state, among them were several quite capable individuals.

Especially a woman exuding a deathly aura, who immersed herself into a state of death, suspended and leaving via invisible ropes, remarkably not targeted by the disaster.

It soon came to his and Mia's turn.

"You go first."

"Boss, be careful huh, there's half a minute left."

Mia left as quickly as possible, stepping on chalk while passing the podium, shattering her chin completely, but she used this to somersault forward, escaping.

Standing outside the classroom door, Mia, with her chinless face, grinned and gave a thumbs-up.

Hunter began to move.

Although he had already cleared his mind of chaotic thoughts beforehand, as he walked, he still felt something, as if the coffin behind him was right close by.

His thoughts differed from most creatures,

he was most concerned not about how the disaster worked, but about what kind of existence possessed such a powerful ability.

No need to reveal its true form or use any tricks, yet it could make so many creatures struggle with even the simple act of 'leaving the classroom'.

Is that being inside the coffin?

Has he already leveraged his qualifications to breakthrough to the next fear domain?

Just as Hunter unconsciously let distractions arise, the ceiling fan fell.

The body instinctively wanted to dodge the impending crisis, but he instantly realized, forcibly suppressing the act of dodging.

Because whether it's the water pooled on the floor or the rolling chalk, they are all potential dangers. In Hunter's eyes, it's as if he saw strands of disaster lines connecting these items, touching them would trigger a chain reaction.

He did nothing,

nor did he destroy the fan,

letting the blades cut into his skull.

He clearly knew any extra movement would only invite additional disaster; doing nothing would halt its spread.

Thus,

Hunter walked out of the classroom, maintaining the fan embedded in his head, the blade just an inch away from his pituitary.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead; this ordinary fan, under the influence of disaster, became capable of killing him, how exaggerated.

He pulled out the fan, placed it beside the classroom door, and wiped away the brain matter with a carrying napkin.

"Boss, should we head to the playground now?"

"No rush... We are originally the last few, the countdown only relates to leaving the classroom. I want to see what causes the disaster."

"Wouldn't it be dangerous?"

"No... Since this school has rules, danger only occurs during certain regulations. If it's the school's teacher, he should also go to the playground."

"Alright then."

The countdown quickly ended, and the remaining personnel also successfully left the classroom.

A total of 45 individuals headed to the playground, but some participants were in serious condition, unclear whether they would be counted as having passed.

Clang!

The sound of the coffin lid falling came from the rear of the classroom.

A man with a blonde hair and dome hat appeared from the back, seated in a custom-made wheelchair, slightly nodding at Hunter waiting at the doorway as confirmation.

Just that one eye contact,

Hunter confirmed two things,

1. The opponent has yet to complete a breakthrough via [eligibility], still belongs to the plant-mature creature, but has reached the current limit.

2. This person is the mysterious Invisible Manor owner, pituitary plant comprehensive ranking - NO.2, §Hereditary Curse§

"Such a creature, actually here as a teacher... Definitely came to the right place."

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