Class 1204

Zone 1, Building 13, 3rd floor, Room 1204.

Even as Lucas sat down at a desk with his name scorched into it by flames, his mind was still a mess. He didn't even know how he had made it from the enormous "playground" to this classroom.

"Terror University...Terror University..."

His mind was filled with vague and jumbled thoughts about the "Terror University" he found himself in. Strands of consciousness tangled together, impossible to sort out, and the four flaming letters of "Terror University" kept flying around his hollow mind.

"Hey!"

Lucas was suddenly snapped out of his daze by a tap on the shoulder and a shout. "It's you?"

The person who woke Lucas up was the handsome boy who had spoken to him first on the "playground".

"What a coincidence that we ended up in the same class. Let's introduce ourselves. My surname is Li, Li Shuangmu. Shuang as in frost, Mu as in rain."

"Hello." Lucas shook his hand. "I'm Lucas." After introducing themselves, Lucas was curious and asked, "You don't seem nervous or scared at all?"

Lucas looked around the classroom and saw that everyone else was uneasy, some even pale-faced, sobbing and crying. Of course, there were a few with good mental resilience, but people like Li Shuangmu, who were cheerful and sunny, were quite different.

"Why should I be nervous or scared?" Li Shuangmu smiled and asked back.

"Well..." Lucas couldn't answer. "Shouldn't we be afraid? We suddenly find ourselves in this eerie place?"

Li Shuangmu smiled wryly and shook his head. "But what's the use of being afraid or nervous? Anyway, we are already here, right? What do you think?" He seemed to recall something and said lightly, "Keeping a clear and calm mind at all times is a course I have always been trained in."

Li Shuangmu, who seemed cheerful and sunny, seemed to have experiences unknown to others. The maturity and wisdom he showed at this moment, as well as the faint melancholy, made Lucas sigh, "He's a person with a story..."

Lucas nodded and said, "You're right. Since we're here, let's just make the best of it."

During the conversation, and influenced by Li Shuangmu, Lucas' anxiety gradually dissipated.

Gradually, a few more people joined their conversation and used various languages to distract themselves and dispel the negative emotions in their hearts.

"My surname is Wang, Wang Ning. Ah, I was so excited to report to university, but I suddenly fell down the stairs and then everything went black. When I woke up, I was here..." The person in front of Lucas turned around and said.

Wang Ning was as delicate as his name, wearing a pair of thin-framed glasses. But the fear in his eyes couldn't be hidden even by his glasses.

"Who said it's not? It's really unlucky. Is it easy to get into a second-tier university? Now, I ended up in this ghost place...sigh, I don't know how my parents will react when they find out I'm missing. They must be worried sick. Oh, by the way, my name is Wei Ming, Ming as in brightness."

Wei Ming had a strong and tall figure, with a buzz cut, a hard face, and a faint scar on his left cheek. He must have been a tough guy at some point.

"Do you guys think...this is a kidnapping?"

A timid, gentle voice interjected. Everyone looked over and their eyes lit up. It was a delicate young girl with big eyes, an oval face, snow-white skin, bright eyes and white teeth, pure and charming. Especially at this moment, her shy appearance was really adorable, making people unable to resist the urge to hold her in their arms and comfort her with sweet words.

The girl was obviously getting more and more scared under everyone's gaze, and she shrank back slightly like a frightened little rabbit.

However, Li Shuangmu was not particularly affected by her pure charm, he just admired her a little. He analyzed, "It shouldn't be a kidnapping. From the beginning, what happened far exceeded our imagination and understanding, such as suddenly coming here, the strange words on the notification letter, and the chaotic consciousness in our minds. Everything seems like a supernatural story. Heh, if the kidnappers had such powerful means, they wouldn't need to rely on kidnapping to make money."

Lucas agreed, "And I'm just a poor guy. If it really was a kidnapping, they definitely wouldn't have kidnapped me. Only an idiot would do that."

Li Shuangmu and Lucas' words seemed to calm the timid girl down, but she still asked, "But...what exactly happened?"

Just as Lucas was about to say "we don't know either," suddenly a roar echoed through the empty classroom. Then came the sound of desks and chairs colliding.

"Damn it! Say it again if you dare!!"

A shirtless big guy held a chair and pointed it at a pale but good-looking boy on the ground, shouting fiercely. It seemed that if the boy on the ground didn't give an explanation, he would really hit him with the chair and give him a head injury.

After touching the blood on the corner of his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, the pale-faced and cold-eyed boy said, "Speak up. You, Du Fang, are just garbage! No money when you need it, no power when you need it. Hmph, Norman follows you, but you can't give him anything. You can't even support yourself, let alone make Norman suffer with you. Sooner or later, she will be taken away by some fat and wealthy brute to become his mistress, living a miserable life. But I'm different..."

"Zhang Yaozong, I...I'll kill you! Ah!!" The big guy, Du Fang, showed his ferocity and lifted the chair high, ready to smash it down. If he hit it hard, he would really have killed someone. Therefore, the pale-faced boy also shrank back in fear.

However, the chair did not hit its target in the end.

A white shadow suddenly rushed out from the side, hugged Du Fang's waist and pushed him away, saving Zhang Yaozong's life.

This white shadow was none other than Li Shuangmu.

"What are you doing? Get out of here! Mind your own business, or I'll kill you too!" The person was obviously consumed by anger and had lost his mind, like a mad dog ready to bite anyone.

Li Shuangmu stood between the two, his face cold, "I don't want to interfere in your affairs. But we're all in the same class now. Until the situation is clear, I don't want any trouble. This is not just about your personal grudges anymore, it concerns all thirty students in our class."

That's right, there were thirty young men and women in this class, all around the age of twenty.

Everyone agreed with Li Shuangmu's words.

"That's right! Even if you have some big grudges, now is not the time to solve them."

"Just...who knows what kind of supernatural events will happen next. Don't drag us into it."

"Is it because of a woman that you're shouting for violence? Is it worth it?"

"····"

The crowd exchanged words with each other, and even the enraged Du Fang regained some rationality. He angrily threw the chair in his hand and returned to his seat.

Lucas went over to help, picking up the overturned tables and chairs from the floor. However, Zhang Yaozong, the pale-faced boy, snatched the table away and ungratefully said, "I don't need your fake concern. I can handle it myself."

Lucas shrugged, smiled reluctantly, and went back to his own desk, feeling a bit disappointed.

Just then, the door of the classroom, which had been closed all along, was suddenly opened—or rather, kicked open! It was kicked open very rudely and violently, making a loud "bang" sound that shook the eardrums of everyone in the classroom.