Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 807 Challenge Dungeon 62

In less than five minutes, three figures rushed over from different directions.

The two men and one woman were all players who had entered the instance today. When they saw Yun Chu, their faces all showed similar eagerness and wariness.

"Do you have the registration form with you?" one of the boys with a buzz cut asked first. "What's the price?"

"Items are preferred. Defensive or escape items of grade C or above, or 1,000 points," Yun Chu said.

The boy with the buzz cut was the fastest, taking out a talisman from his backpack: "Grade B Earth Escape Talisman, can instantly evacuate fifty meters. Valid for two uses remaining."

Yun Chu took the form, confirmed it, and handed it over.

The second one was a round-faced girl. She hesitated for a moment, then transferred her points directly.

The third one was a boy wearing glasses. He rummaged through his backpack for a while, and finally looked at Yun Chu somewhat awkwardly: "I... I didn't bring enough props. I only have one attack-type C-rank item. Do you want it? I don't have enough points... I don't even have a thousand points."

Yun Chu looked at him.

The boy felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze and was about to grit his teeth and give up when he heard Yun Chu say, "What kind of offensive prop?"

The boy quickly took out a small sword about the size of his palm. It was silver all over and the blade was engraved with intricate patterns: "Rank C 'Flying Shadow Sword', a one-time attack item that can lock onto a target and automatically pursue it. Valid for one use only."

Yun Chu took it and probed her consciousness to confirm—it was indeed a C-grade attack item, with decent power.

"Add five hundred points," she said.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! I have 500 points!"

The transaction is complete.

All four application forms were sold.

The three new players looked relieved after receiving their registration forms. They exchanged glances but didn't leave immediately.

The round-faced girl hesitated for a moment before asking, "Excuse me... since you were able to get your hands on the application form, do you know anything else? Like... how to submit the form? Where to submit it?"

Yun Chu looked at them, her gray pupils appearing particularly pale under the streetlights.

"The Dean of Students' office is on the third floor," she said. "Just put the registration form in the corresponding class folder. Be careful not to let the NPCs see it."

The three of them lit up again.

"Any other clues?" the buzz-cut boy quickly asked. "How much? Name your price!"

Yun Chu thought for a moment.

“The rules of the punishment room,” she said, “five hundred points, or a C-grade item.”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The boy with glasses transferred 500 points without hesitation.

Yun Chu collected the points, her tone remaining calm: "The disciplinary room is on the west side of the teaching building, with a dark red iron door."

"There is a monster inside, formed from the resentment of students who died in the disciplinary room."

"During the daytime, those who violate classroom rules will be taken away by the teacher and sent to the disciplinary room—whether they are players or NPCs, they will all be devoured by monsters."

She paused for a moment: "There are two rules engraved on the wall of the disciplinary room. The first rule: No loud noise or disturbance is allowed during class. The second rule: The uniform for teachers at this school is a white shirt and dark-colored bottoms; there are no teachers wearing blue shirts."

"That's all?" the round-faced girl pressed.

"That's all," Yun Chu said. "Anything else, you can ask about it when you're still alive tomorrow."

The three exchanged a glance, then stopped arguing, thanked each other, and hurriedly ran towards the administration building.

Yun Chu watched their figures disappear into the night, then turned and walked towards the dormitory area.

The dormitory assigned to players in the instance is a six-story building on the east side of the teaching building. Yun Chu's room is on the third floor, facing north, with the window facing the small grove of trees behind it.

She used her key to open the door.

The dormitory was small, about eight square meters, with a single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. The furnishings were so simple that they were almost rudimentary.

The walls were painted a stark white, and the fluorescent light tubes emitted a faint hum of electricity.

Yun Chu closed the door and locked it.

She didn't turn on the light.

In the darkness, she walked to the bedside, lay down fully clothed, and closed her eyes.

His breathing gradually stabilized.

2:17 a.m.

A knock came at the door.

Tap, tap, tap.

The three tones are evenly spaced and spaced at equal intervals.

Yun Chu opened her eyes.

In the darkness, her pupils remained completely still.

The knocking sounded again.

Tap, tap, tap.

Yun Chu did not move.

The "thing" outside the door seemed to have lost patience.

Below the door crack, a viscous black liquid slowly seeped in, twisting and writhing in the pale moonlight, gradually coalescing into the shape of a human hand, groping for the door lock.

pat.

The sound of the door lock popping open.

The door was pushed open.

A "person" was standing at the door.

It wore a blue and white school uniform stained with old dirt, and its limbs were disproportionately large, with its left arm being much longer than its right arm, hanging down below its knee.

His neck was tilted at an odd angle, as if his cervical vertebrae had already broken.

Its face—

It was a face that was constantly changing.

His facial features were like kneaded dough, sometimes squeezed together, sometimes scattered in all directions, constantly being reassembled.

Occasionally, for a fleeting moment, it will coalesce into a complete human face, but there are no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only two writhing shadows.

It stepped over the threshold and walked toward the bed.

His movements were stiff, like a marionette.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps —

Yun Chu sat up.

The movement of that "thing" suddenly stopped.

Yun Chu looked at it, its gray eyes reflecting the faint moonlight in the darkness. Her expression remained unchanged, showing neither fear nor disgust, nor even the impatience of being disturbed from her sleep.

“You’re noisy,” she said.

The "thing" froze.

Its changing face even conjured a confused expression for a fleeting moment.

Yun Chu got out of bed.

She walked up to the "thing" and raised her hand.

The "thing" subconsciously took a step back—but it was too slow.

Yun Chu placed her hand on its shoulder.

The next second, a cool and pure power surged from her palm into the "thing's" body.

That was the primal power obtained in the "Winter's Despair"—the favor of ice and snow.

This power has limited destructive power against humans, but it has a natural suppressive effect on non-human beings formed by the distortion of yin energy and rules.

The "thing" trembled violently, and its ever-changing face instantly froze into a terrified expression—the face of a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with empty eye sockets and wide-open lips, yet unable to utter a sound.

It is fear.

Yun Chu felt the trembling of the chaotic consciousness beneath her palm and tilted her head slightly.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

The "thing" nodded frantically.

Yun Chu let go of her hand.

The "thing" lay limp on the ground, curled up in a ball, its whole body still trembling slightly.

Yun Chu looked down at it, her tone indifferent: "What's your name?"

"...No, we don't have names." The "thing's" voice squeezed out from deep within its throat, hoarse and broken, like dried leaves being crushed, "We...have no names..."

"Are you from this school?"

"Yes, it is……"

"How did you die?"

"The sports meet... was killed by a monster."

It turns out this sports meet wasn't an ordinary one.

The students' opponents are the evil non-human monsters hidden in the school; those who lose to the monsters will be killed by them.

The trembling of that "thing" intensified, and the girl's face contorted for a moment as if she wanted to cry, but no tears came.

Yun Chu didn't ask any more questions.

She walked back to the bedside and sat down again.

The "thing" huddled on the ground, too afraid to move or escape.

After a long while, it finally mustered the courage to raise its head. On its ever-changing face, a timid and confused expression was now frozen in time.

"You...you're not afraid of us?" Its voice was still hoarse, but with a hint of genuine confusion. "You're the first...who isn't afraid..."

Yun Chu did not answer the question.

She simply looked at it calmly and said, "Go find someone."

The "thing" was stunned.

“One of them is named Xia Wanqi,” Yun Chu said. “You should be able to find him.”

In the eyes of that "thing," the two writhing shadows surged violently, as if digesting the instruction.

“Find him,” Yun Chu continued, “and then—make sure he doesn’t get enough sleep. Can you do that?”

The "thing" was silent for a few seconds, then nodded frantically.

A hint of excitement even appeared on that ever-changing face.

“Go now,” Yun Chu said. “Don’t kill them. The rest is up to you.”

The "thing" got up and floated towards the door.

Just as it was about to leave, it turned around, and at that moment, the face became clear—it was a gentle-looking girl with a grateful smile on her lips.

Then it disappeared outside the door.

Yun Chu lay down again and closed her eyes.

A few minutes later, a terrified scream could be faintly heard from the distance of the corridor—it was Xia Wanqi's voice.

Yun Chu's lips curved slightly, but she didn't open her eyes.