Chapter 167: Great Migration Towards promised Land

As the bell rang, there was a brief pause. An eerie, collective stillness settled over the room.

Everyone remained seated like statues, not a single chair creaked, not a bag zipped. The professor blinked, mildly puzzled. It was the first time he'd seen them so... well-behaved.

Normally, the mere chime of the bell was like triggering a fire alarm in a zoo—students would leap up, scramble to pack their things, and dash for the door like prisoners breaking free after a twenty-year sentence. It was tradition. Chaos was part of the syllabus.

But today? Nothing. Just serene silence.

Shrugging it off, the professor calmly gathered his notes and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

And then, like a switch had been flipped, every head in the classroom swiveled in perfect sync toward one person.

Rex.

It was unnerving.