Chapter 308: [Spooky School Terror] Merit Student
“This item wasn’t obtained by me—someone else gave it to me. It’s said that it can communicate with Him.”
Bai Cha took it and inspected it.
The Buddha statue seemed to be made of plaster. To be honest, she couldn’t detect anything abnormal about it upon receiving it.
It was identical to the Buddha statue she had found in her own home in reality.
“Huh? I feel like I’ve seen this at home before,” Xu Shengsheng leaned over.
Bai Cha paused. “When did you see it?”
“Umm…”
Xu Shengsheng recalled carefully.
“Last month, when my mom was cleaning and sorting through stuff, she pulled it out from a box in her room. I happened to see it then, but she put it away real quick, so I didn’t ask.”
Xu Shengsheng scratched her head in mild embarrassment; she wasn’t particularly interested in such matters anyway.
“I even wondered if my mom had brought it back after going to pray to some deity or Buddha.”
Her aunt was rather devout about these things.
Shen Qingchen looked thoughtful.
“It seems you have quite a fateful affinity with this one. Consider this item a gift from me—pick another one instead. This eye patch can prevent certain things from invading your dreams when sleeping inside a dungeon.”
Without giving Bai Cha a chance to decline, Shen Qingchen directly selected the eye patch as the third wagered item, smoothly handing the Buddha statue to Bai Cha as well.
Bai Cha had originally thought about using the Buddha statue as her third wagered item instead, but a prompt indicated that recently received items couldn’t be used as wagers.
She thus put up the hair-growth shampoo instead.
Shen Qingchen raised an eyebrow upon seeing that bottle of shampoo.
“What did you buy this thing for? When you wash your hair with it, a female ghost washes it for you. Although it isn’t harmful…”
Unless someone was genuinely losing hair, no one would likely want to experience that.
Bai Cha: “…Won it from the gacha.”
Shen Qingchen: “…”
Bai Cha still had a smelly salted fish on her, too. If she hadn’t felt that the salted fish could be useful inside dungeons, she would actually have put the fish up for wager.
[Selection of items complete. Do you wish to enter the challenge dungeon now?]
Both of them selected yes.
[Matching a dungeon for the two of you… Dungeon matching successful.]
The two figures flashed and vanished from the guild.
[Welcome to the A1-rank horror dungeon “Spooky School Terror”.]
[Number of participants in this dungeon: 12.]
[Clear condition for this dungeon: The school is about to hold a final exam. As long as you can score a passing grade, you may clear the dungeon.]
[This is a school with a long history. As a result, the school has accumulated a large number of supernatural incidents. These incidents have led to frequent dangers within the school. One day, the school’s teachers made a decision that went against their ancestors: opening a supernatural curriculum to the entire student body.]
[Are you ready to welcome this brand-new curriculum?]
[Uncanny APP wishes you a pleasant life!]
This was the message sent to all players, but Bai Cha and Shen Qingchen received additional notifications on their end.
[It has been detected that the two of you are challenging each other. Adhering to fair and impartial game selection, due to the vast disparity between S9 player Shen Qingchen’s strength and the dungeon’s level, the use of personal skills is prohibited, and the use of A-rank and above items is prohibited.]
[You may choose to close your livestream room, or you may choose to make it public. Wishing the two of you a triumphant victory~]
As the final prompt faded, the surrounding scene finally solidified into reality.
They were currently standing in the corridor outside a classroom. It seemed to be break time right now.
[Ding—It has been detected that you have obtained the title of Merit Student. It has been automatically equipped for you. In this campus dungeon, you are an outstanding Merit Student.]
Bai Cha’s eyelids twitched.
Merit Student?
She remembered this title; she had obtained it in the “Passing with Flying Colors” dungeon. Since it hadn’t been of much use after getting it—she hadn’t entered any other campus dungeons since, after all—she had never paid it much attention.
The title had originally seemed decent, but in this dungeon…
The clear condition was simply passing the exam, and the content of the exam was the supernatural curriculum.
What would happen if a Merit Student’s grades failed to live up to the title of Merit Student?
Extra “special care” from the teachers?
She had been set up—of that, she was certain.
Bai Cha looked down at her school uniform.
The uniform was actually quite nice, consisting of a small blazer with a skirt, and a school badge pin pinned to her chest.
The name on it was her own name—Bai Cha, Class A3, Tenth Grade.
Mm… very good. The game was truly a trap. If one entered without changing their face, even without making the livestream public, other players would find out all the same.
In fact, changing one’s face might still get exposed anyway.
They were standing right by the classroom door. People stood together in clusters of twos and threes; a good number of them could be seen sizing up their surroundings, clearly players as well.
Bai Cha and Shen Qingchen exchanged a glance before walking straight into the classroom.
This dungeon didn’t make things difficult for students regarding seat assignments; every desk had a name tag pasted onto it.
Even so, Bai Cha and her companion still went over to check the seating chart.
Their seats were right next to each other, one behind the other.
Shen Qingchen was in the third row while Bai Cha was in the fourth row, second column, with aisles running down both sides.
Overall, the classroom looked fairly advanced; aside from being neat and bright, it featured a massive display screen.
The display screen occupied practically an entire wall.
It almost resembled a movie theater.
Bai Cha reached out her hand and grasped Shen Qingchen’s hand.
[Do you wish to parasitize host Shen Qingchen?]
“Yes.”
[Parasitism successful.]
Bai Cha then let go of her hand and nodded at her; parasitism posed no problem.
Next, the main thing was to see whether she could leave this dungeon.
Bai Cha directly activated the seed, causing a tiny sprout of dodder vine to grow out at the location of Shen Qingchen’s earring hole, curling around her earlobe so that it looked like she was wearing an earring.
Once the seed took root, Shen Qingchen could also sense the existence of the dodder vine.
Quite miraculous.
Ring-ring-ring—
The class bell rang.
“We’ll talk later,” Shen Qingchen murmured softly. Regarding her experience with the skill, she felt she could also exchange notes with Bai Cha, as Bai Cha herself might not necessarily know every detail.
The two took their seats.
Besides the name tags pasted onto the desks, there was also a class schedule.
As for the courses listed on the schedule, they looked fairly normal—just the standard arrangement for ordinary high school students with a schedule that wasn’t particularly intense, fitting for an elite school, except for a supernatural class scheduled every Thursday afternoon.
There was an electronic clock at the back of the room, currently displaying Thursday, 9:20 AM. This period was mathematics.
Taking advantage of the fact that the teacher hadn’t arrived yet, Bai Cha rummaged through her things.
Then, she pulled a red armband out of her desk drawer.
Emblazoned upon it were four huge characters:
Academic Monitor.
Bai Cha: “…”
Thank you—she was ninety-nine percent sure this was due to her title.
Right at that moment, the teacher finally arrived at an unhurried pace.
It was a female teacher.
From the moment she walked in, the lights inside the classroom dimmed, flickering erratically.
She didn’t look particularly normal, either, walking on tiptoes with a prominent strangle mark around her neck. Her entire neck appeared nearly severed, causing her to sway drunkenly with every step she took.
This was a glaringly obvious corpse.
A lineup like this right from the start was quite rare.
The female teacher pushed up her glasses and turned on the screen.
“Your math teacher has something to attend to. This period will be a supernatural class instead.”
As she spoke, her hair lengthened, forming a shape resembling a USB drive that plugged directly into the side of the display screen.
