Chapters
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Red Maple Boarding School. Jiang Junjue and the other two had dozed off for a moment outside the kitchen; when they woke, the prompt 【main quest Completed】 never arrived. Their faces turned grim in unison; countless dire guesses flashed through their minds within seconds, yet a sliver of unrealistic hope still clung to their hearts. As they walked toward the concrete building and spotted two corpses blanketed by flowers and butterflies, plus a cast-iron pot rolling on the ground,…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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Red Maple Boarding School, outside the kitchen. A player lay in a pool of blood, their throat pierced by Chen Lidong's White Blade, killed with a single strike. Jiang Junjue, his face cold, stepped forward through the overflowing blood and raised his Bixie Sword at Chen Lidong: “Our Tingfeng guild rules recently added a clause: upon encountering Slaughter-path players, we must unite to eliminate them.” Zhou Datong saw the situation was bad and…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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In the cafeteria of the Red Maple Boarding School, the remaining eight players sat silently around a dining table. Dark green moss had already covered the entire school. Fern leaves obscured the narrow windows, and the cracks in the walls were filled with greenish-white mushrooms, constantly emitting a putrid stench. Everything was growing rampant with vitality, except for the humans. At noon on June 3rd, Ms. Medina announced in a solemn tone that because everyone in the school had…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Red Maple Boarding School, third-floor corridor. Zhou Datong held Jiang Junjue at knifepoint, pressing White Blade against his throat, and did his best to glare menacingly at the surrounding players: “Let Brother Chen go or I'll kill him!” By now the nearby players were all more or less wounded; the worst-off had his right leg severed at the root and lay twitching on the floor, letting out waves of anguished groans. Two steps in front of Zhou Datong,…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Ms. Medina would never forget that orange-skied afternoon when she was six years old. A line of travelers, cloaked in red robes, emerged from the dark green horizon in the distance. Each had an unfamiliar face, and, travel-worn, they sought help from her people. The travelers brought out many novelties Ms. Medina had never seen before: boxes that sprayed fire when pressed, mirrors that could magnify ants to the size of beetles, and stones that could cling to iron. Ms.…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Red Maple Boarding School, inside the Graveyard. Surrounded by shadowy figures, Chen Lidong used White Blade to clear a space, stepping on the mixed pulp of crushed mushrooms and yellow flowers, standing silently before a tomb. The number carved on the tombstone was, of course, "47." After lunch, Chen Lidong went to Ms. Medina, intending to use her to kill someone, but instead found himself with a task. The side quest, 【Catch 47】, was clearly written…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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On the fourth floor of Red Maple Boarding School, the skeleton in the room was still tirelessly singing incomprehensible, irritating songs. The treatment plan for “insomnia syndrome” was very clear: by using the remnants of two deceased individuals to create a potion, exactly one person could be saved. But in practice, two deaths were far from enough. The antidote required soil, mushrooms, yellow butterflies, and yellow flowers. Soil and mushrooms could not be obtained from a single…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The Girl had grown up in Red Maple Boarding School for as long as she could remember, quiet and docile as a deaf-mute child. When teachers and children saw her, she was usually sitting alone in a sunless corner, quietly sucking her fingers and staring at passers-by with wide, watery eyes. As she grew older, her strangeness gradually surfaced. She seemed to suffer from a peculiar form of anorexia; while other children wolfed down scarce meals, she would swallow only a symbolic…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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In a small room on the second floor of the school, players crowded into a space of less than thirty cubic meters, writing furiously. Jiang Junjue pulled out a flashlight from who knows where and embedded it into a hole in the ceiling, providing some light, however meager. The thirteen men and three women were not squeamish. They each took a small stack of furs inscribed with illegible symbols and meticulously copied them. At 11:20, all the symbols that looked like characters had been copied.…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Two centuries ago, two races separated by vast oceans met eyes across an endless expanse of Black Soil. With no shared language or script, they could communicate only through the most primitive gestures and pantomime. The strangers found the unfamiliar land and sweltering climate hard to bear. Flustered, they drove off venomous insects and beasts, pitched flimsy tents on the damp earth, and begged the indigenous people—still living by primitive means—for food. Thanks to the locals'…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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