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Chapter 229: Chapter 226 - "We Are Noble Enough in Ourselves

The youth was taken aback.

"And, the Captain was too stupid," Su Ming’an judged, "If he had learned to communicate effectively with the mermaid princess, nothing like this would have happened."

The youthful anticipation in his eyes had now turned dim.

"...Is that all?" he asked.

"What else could I think?" Su Ming’an wondered.

"What about those sailors, the king, the deceived common people? Don’t you have any other thoughts?" the youth pressed on.

Even though he had stated that he was there "on someone else’s behalf" to tell a story, he now seemed slightly agitated, as if desperate for an answer.

"Other than those sailors who deliberately tried to cover up history, no one else was wrong," Su Ming’an said, "The king who brought happiness and stability to his people by bestowing them with jewels, was he wrong? No. The content and oblivious common people, were they wrong? Also no. What did they do wrong? They were just doing their duties. The Captain agreed to the trade; he must have anticipated the consequences."

"—Of course," Su Ming’an added, "The sailors who intentionally concealed the cause of the Captain’s death are evil. But other than that, I have no other thoughts."

The youth stood still, ashes from his cigarette scattering as he found himself speechless for a moment.

"An unremarkable tale; I regret wasting a minute on it here," Su Ming’an said, "You can convey my thoughts to that Boris or whoever; I’m off to bed now."

With that, he turned and walked away towards the stairs without looking back.

Behind him, no sound followed.

He walked down the stairs, reaching his room.

He opened the door, closed it behind him, took off his white lab coat, and climbed into bed.

The Mentality Points in the upper left corner were now at 60.

Night activities seemed to steadily decrease this value.

He had set up a Prop beside his bed, a Trap Formation, that automatically kept watch, preventing anyone from sneaking up on him during the night.

However, unless someone possessed a Skill akin to silent lock-picking, few could enter as suddenly as he had, at least not without making noise.

He always slept lightly, easily awakened by any rustle, and with the Mentality Points not being high, he was even more likely to awaken at any moment.

He could faintly hear whispers and someone softly calling his name; he could even hear children’s laughter, as if they were leaning beside his pillow, blowing air into his ear.

Expecting that he might not fall asleep, he simply lay in bed, still, paying no deliberate attention to those strange sounds.

As he switched to Shadow State with high Mentality Points, the sound faded bit by bit along with the calm of his emotions.

The clock on the wall ticked.

He slipped into a light sleep.

...

[The next day·Daytime]

[Nighttime has passed; it is now six in the morning.]

[Students, please leave your rooms and gather on the third floor.]

The blare of the loudspeaker easily startled him from his light sleep.

As he got up and opened the door, there stood Mo Yan with a familiar face.

"Big brother, good morning."

Mo Yan’s voice sounded heavy, and he looked somewhat unwell, with a significantly darker shade of blue-gray under his eyes compared to yesterday.

...It seemed he had also had a restless night.

Su Ming’an and he followed the loudspeaker’s instructions to the large classroom, amid the wary eyes of those cautious of the madman, and found seat number thirty to sit down.

As he passed the imposter, the imposter visibly shrank away, as if incredibly frightened of getting close to him.

Now, the classroom had twenty-four people in it.

Su Ming’an counted, four, six, nine, and twenty-one weren’t present. Apart from the two he had killed last night, there should have been one more executed by Laine... The rest must have failed to arrive on time.

He glanced at seat number twenty-nine, Dong Xue, and saw a girl in patient attire, her eyes dull and lifeless. She sat quietly in her seat, her looks exactly the same as the previous night, but her demeanor utterly different.

Suddenly, he heard whispering coming from the right.

"Number thirty... that’s the doctor."

"I overheard them last night, he and number three are in cahoots, they even exchanged words in the hallway."

"Should we report them to the teacher? It seems like reporting can make us outstanding students."

"That won’t work... you can only report successfully if the doctor commits a dereliction of duty."

"How about we try? What if number thirty gets determined as having neglected his duties...?"

Because Su Ming’an was temporarily in Shadow State, his high mentality points made it easy for him to overhear people’s loud conspiring.

He reached out and pulled open the file he had just tucked away in the clue column, his movements completely unobscured.

Since his identity had been exposed, there was no need to hide any longer.

He needed to know the target for the second night’s execution.

A deep blue panel unfolded in front of him and as he looked up, he saw the figure of a black-haired girl walking into the classroom, passing in front of him.

Upon noticing his gaze, Lin Jiang visibly shrank back, like a mouse seeing a cat. She intentionally dodged other people, keeping her head lowered, fearful of the stares, before slipping into her seat.

...This was a far cry from the crazed flaying girl of the Fourth World.

He waited for the writing to slowly emerge, then saw a line of bold typeface clearly:

[Number 12 student·Lin Jiang]

[Crime of vanity.]

...Vanity?

Su Ming’an looked at the line and was taken aback.

He had not expected that tonight’s target for determination would be Lin Jiang.

Nor had he anticipated the word "vanity" being associated with her.

This Dragon Country girl who seemed timid, frail, and introverted, with thick bangs and an unremarkable appearance, dressed plainly, like Cinderella onstage, simply didn’t match the word "vanity."

He continued to read, seeing the sentences that gradually surfaced:

[Lin Jiang, an ordinary family girl from Dragon Country, nineteen years old, had just started her first year of college before the World Game began.]

[Her mother once told her, "We are noble enough in our own right."]

["Money can’t measure us, we are more beautiful and valuable than anyone."]

[She used to believe that.]

[Until...]

"Bang!"

He looked up, seeing someone in a white lab coat slowly walk in.

...The teacher for today had arrived.

He closed the interface, warily watching the person on the stage.

The teacher for the day had soft, flaxen hair that laid neatly behind her head, her features a blend of Asian delicacy and European depth, two deep blue eyes easily evoking the beauty of clear blue seas and skies.

Her lips held a smile as she held a stack of wooden discs in her fair hands, topped with a few sealed jars.

She placed the wooden tray on the lectern, turned around, and faced the twenty-six students watching her with a smile as pure as a lily, radiating serene beauty.

"Good day, students, I am your teacher for the second day, you can call me Flax, Teacher Flax," she said gently, her voice flowing like clear water.

Hearing her voice was enough to make one feel a serene peace of mind, as if she was born to sing lullabies, her tone carrying a clear woodland essence.

...was not at all as strange as Xia Luoyang’s demeanor yesterday.

"Today, I’ll be giving everyone a lesson," she said, picking up a stack of papers from the base of the podium and distributing them to the students one by one.

Su Ming’an received a sheet and caught sight of her smiling at the corner of her mouth.

He looked at the text on it.

"White Sand Paradise Development History"

"..."

He carefully read through the content on the paper, which was mostly adulatory. It claimed White Sand Paradise as a "correction" center that housed many children rejected by society, and that the teachers here were like their mothers, gently helping them become "normal" bit by bit.

After becoming "normal," they successfully left the place and became successful individuals. Those who were rated as "excellent students" achieved even greater things.

He glanced at his own san value.

After a night’s rest, his san value had recovered to 65, but he still felt no resistance when reading such text.

It seemed that Xia Luoyang, with full favorability, had indeed helped him; he now had no trouble reading anything, regardless of the san value.

But it might not be the same for others.

He set the paper down and saw quite a few players with a dazed look on their faces—they seemed unable to understand the text.

"Today’s task is to read and recite the history of White Sand Paradise," Flax said with a gentle smile, "After that, as students who have come for ’correction’, we will need to test some drugs."

Her fingers gently caressed a nearby jar, as if they were grazing someone’s skin.

On her bright red nails, there were subtle cracks.

...Drugs.

Su Ming’an knew at a glance that there was something wrong with this substance.

Other players were also highly alert, and some seemed to want help, to grasp what exactly this history of White Sand was about.

"We’ll start by reading aloud three times, then give everyone half an hour to memorize it," Flax said.

Su Ming’an looked at his paper.

The content was brief, and it would be more than enough to memorize it in half an hour.

The entire classroom of students began reading from their sheets.

But Su Ming’an only heard a few voices.

When he looked over, he saw that those few people were pale with dark circles under their eyes, appearing listless and numb.

...These people, their san values might already be extremely low.

Besides him, there seemed to be no one else with a normal san value who could read out this history of White Sand.

He did not speak up, but pretended he hadn’t understood at first, joining in with those few and moving on to memorization after the reading.

Half an hour later, Flax called on a player, Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang stood up, head lowered, voice low, but successfully recited the material.

After her, Flax called on several others. Despite their nervousness, they too managed to recite correctly.

However, when another player was called on, they stood frozen in place, pallid, reciting a few lines before stopping short and getting stuck.

A sinister smile appeared on Flax’s lovely face.

"You are not behaving," she said.

The player turned ghastly pale, trembling like a leaf.

"Tea-Teacher, give me another chance, I promise..."

Flax smiled and clapped her hands.

After that clapping, four students suddenly stood up. Their faces were numb, their movements stiff, as if they were puppets being manipulated by strings.

"Hold down this disobedient child," Flax said.

Four people instantly acted as if they had received an order, pouncing over like four rabid dogs, instantly restraining the struggling player.

Flax slowly walked over to the player, revealing an extremely radiant smile.

"Let’s begin." She extended her hand, her skin glowing white.

"Wait, wait—"

It was then that the lightning appeared like fire.

Like overrunning brambles, it latched onto the loose hospital gown in an instant, and the player burst into tears, his facial features contorted together, seemingly enduring immense pain.

"Do you realize your mistake?" Flax asked him in a low voice.

"—I’m wrong! I’m wrong! Please let me go, please release me, I—I know I’m wrong—"

The player, tears streaming down his face, kept begging for mercy.

However, Flax just stood quietly to the side, tilting her head, not speaking, like a still, exquisite doll.

The current lasted a total of ten seconds.

During that time, everyone silently watched the scene unfold, no one intervened, no one spoke out. They were witnessing a tragedy similar to the one from yesterday.

After ten seconds, the electric current stopped.

The player finally caught his breath and tearfully admitted his mistake.

"Where did you go wrong?" Flax continued to ask, "Do you still remember what you came here to ’correct’?"

"I’m wrong, I shouldn’t have... shouldn’t have..." The player hesitated.

Then he remembered, he seemed not to have found any clues about the role he was playing.

This meant that now, he didn’t even know which mistake to confess.

With no other option, he tried to fumble his way through with more general words:

"From now on, I will completely reform myself, start anew! I’ll listen to everything you say, I’ll correct everything! Please, I beg you—let me go, I beg you..."

"Your attitude seems very sincere," Flax said with a smile, nodding her head.

A look of surviving a great disaster appeared on the player’s face.

"—But perhaps you should learn your lesson better," she continued.

Her finger pressed down again behind the back of the chair.

"Ah ah ah ah ah—"

The screams of extreme misery echoed throughout the quiet classroom.

Some players found it hard to watch; gritting their teeth, their eyes filled with rage, as if ready to stand up at any moment.

Some of them had just come off the game, some had only experienced one or two worlds, their ways of thinking had not yet changed, and seeing one of their own kind being treated like this by an NPC, they couldn’t help feeling a heroic urge to rescue their brethren with the power in their hands.

Even the commenters were agitated, not wanting to let such a brutal NPC run wild before their eyes.

Some urged Su Ming’an to take action quickly since Xia Luoyang had been powerless against him yesterday, this Teacher Flax would be no different. As long as he intervened, he could save the person; they were already tired of seeing such detestable NPCs flaunting themselves before them.

...As the Number One Player, isn’t it right to step in and rescue others at the right moment?

But this time, Su Ming’an didn’t heed the comments.

The tragedy in front of him continued.

A player suddenly sprang forward, surrounded by dazzling lights like runes, and fiercely attacked Flax.

Su Ming’an watched the scene unfold and reached out his hand.

He pulled up the screen and continued to look through Lin Jiang’s information.

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