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Chapter 230 - 227: "Class Monitor

Chapter 230: Chapter 227: "Class Monitor

After that Player made his move, it was as if a chain reaction had been set off.

Following his lead, the restless Players also lunged forward, their bodies shimmering with multicolored light.

A Player stretched out his hand and threw a vermilion fruit, which landed on Flax, causing her figure to instantly stiffen.

"Boom!"

A gunshot rang out.

A female Player sitting in the corner, holding a vermilion gun with a rose at its muzzle.

At the same time, a burst of blood blossomed from Flax’s chest.

The brilliant rose grew from her chest, spewing a large amount of blood, and its branches and leaves wrapped around her arms. The dazzling light also hit the ground at this moment, creating a thunderous rumble.

"Boom——!"

The myriad colors completely enveloped Flax, and from somewhere the sound of surging waves filled the air, accompanied by the sword light that was like the tide.

Mo Yan made his move.

His face still showed lingering rage, his sword inscribed with "Number One Player," glistened with the luster of seawater. He shot up from his chair like an arrow and plunged his sword through Flax’s body.

[Boss battle mode initiated.]

Su Ming’an heard this announcement.

[In the current instance, a Player has chosen to attack the Teacher character, and the peaceful pass route for other Players is by default a failure.]

[BOSS: Flax, Combat Power 2000, current HP, 96%]

...So reckless.

Su Ming’an sighed as he looked at the terrifying value.

The Players who momentarily subdued Flax and were elated, now felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over them as they saw the panel that appeared.

They had thought that, with everyone’s combined strength, it wouldn’t be difficult to defeat the seemingly gentle and weak Teacher, Flax.

But the panel displayed an Underworld-like, terrifying 2000 Combat Power, along with the nearly full 96% HP, clearly reminding them—they were still too naive.

On the World Forum, someone had done the calculations.

Even if the data wasn’t completely accurate, it was generally accepted—the average Combat Power of Adventurer Players should be around 300 to 500.

And generally speaking, a group of people with a Combat Power of 200 would struggle to defeat a person with a Combat Power of 500.

As Combat Power increases, the gap widens exponentially.

At the current peak stage, a group of fifteen or sixteen Players with Combat Power between five and six hundred, if lacking particularly effective Skills, wouldn’t stand a chance against a top Player with a Combat Power of over a thousand.

If it were a Combat Power of 2000... the entire arena’s average value Players might not be able to defeat the opponent together.

...unless Su Ming’an wasn’t present.

Even if Lin Jiang were there, with her Combat Power of 1100, she would basically stand no chance.

But Su Ming’an’s individual Combat Power was a full 1700.

If he released his Cloning and the two attacked Flax together, with the addition of this whole bunch of meddling Players, he was confident that they could defeat her.

...Although he didn’t really wish to go down this route.

The route of Perfect Pass through force, of course, was possible and even more relaxed for a peak Player like him.

If he continued to choose the route of force in future passes, it wouldn’t be as tiring as before.

However, the peaceful pass route would undoubtedly unearth greater clues—this was acknowledged by many Strategy posts on the forum.

If Players chose to violently lay hands on an npc and kill them, it was akin to severing a line of clues themselves. Even though killing the npc would grant a lot of experience and Props, there would inevitably be gaps in the narrative.

And since he was a Ruler, he couldn’t allow even the slightest narrative gap.

The Ruler’s tasks are always closely related to the deepest storylines. And the independent prop obtained after a Perfect Pass of the TE Hidden Line is also the best.

Even though, occasionally, a player might choose to go through the Force Method.

Su Ming’an didn’t have any intention to deliberately die once and return to a previous point to stop these people from attacking Doctor Flax.

He simply watched the scene unfold.

Flax was not like those bosses in online games who would intentionally target warriors or tank players with high health and defense. Ordinary players simply couldn’t withstand even one of her attacks.

Once she took action, it would result in a one-hit kill, even if the players put up a Defensive Barrier—current stage Defensive Barriers had no effect against a presence with 2,000 Combat Power.

At this stage, 2,000 Combat Power was a daunting figure. It was enough to deter players from the thought of forcibly killing the teacher.

In all instances, it was perhaps only the players at the very top of the leaderboard who possessed the strength to kill Flax at this point.

But by some misfortune, Su Ming’an was here.

"Fuck—fuck! 2,000 Combat Power!"

"Shit!"

"We’re finished, damn it, who the hell launched that attack? It’s a direct boss battle now, no one can escape!"

"Can’t we just not fight, Doctor Flax! I support you! I know I’m wrong! I sincerely regret it!" Someone realized the impending doom and began pleading for mercy.

"It’s too late," a player nearby jeered. "Didn’t you see the layer of blue light at the door? It’s like the air wall in a boss battle. We can’t leave without defeating the boss; we can’t even run. We’re all going to be wiped out."

"Dammit... I obviously wasn’t ready to go head to head with this Underworld NPC, which one of you attacked first! Damn it! We’ve all been judged as one team now!"

Cursing came from someone’s mouth followed by a wave of complaints that swept through the classroom.

The player who had just attacked became the target of public criticism, with countless accusations hurled at him.

But the players didn’t have much time to blame each other, because the terrifying boss in front of them was about to retaliate.

Mo Yan gripped the hilt of his sword, pulling back swiftly, his face pale.

He had indeed stabbed Flax.

But the next moment, the wound began to heal automatically, and he even saw the woman turn her head to give him a gentle and sweet smile that was as fresh and lovely as a blooming flower.

In his eyes, though, this beautiful teacher was no different than a monster. 2,000 Combat Power... indeed a figure that could stomp them to death.

He instinctively looked around. Players got up from the soft chairs, some pounding desperately on the air wall at the door, trying to escape. Some wore solemn expressions, seemingly preparing for the assault. Others felt doom was inevitable, their faces mournful, lacking the will to fight.

A blood-red halo appeared around Flax, and at the same time, everyone heard a system voice ringing in their ears:

[You are under Flax’s group Mentality Attack, judgment in progress...]

Mo Yan was momentarily stunned.

The next moment, he felt as though his field of vision darkened abruptly, as if something was contending for control of his body.

[Mentality Points judgment failed, your san value decreased by 5 points.]

Just like him, nearly all the players bent over in agony at that moment.

"—Don’t beg for mercy anymore, the boss battle has already begun, and she won’t spare us. Our only way out is to kill her!"

"Dammit... if we drag this out, we’re all going to go mad here!"

"Mental states can’t be restored in the Main God Space, this isn’t simply about returning to the Main God Space upon death anymore!"

A statement exploded like thunder in everyone’s mind.

...They immediately realized a fact.

In-game instance death meant they could be revived and start over, even if stripped of all their strength, they still had a chance.

—And it was precisely this "anyway, we won’t really die" mentality that allowed them to face death without fear.

But now, this instance was directly telling them—going mad was for real.

If they went mad, even returning wouldn’t repair their mental state, and it was essentially no different from true death.

...What they once considered a "slight inconvenience" of death now truly descended upon them.

Fear was instantaneously amplified.

"Stop dragging this out! The longer it takes, the crazier it gets, everyone attack now!"

No one knew who had shouted, but a massive wave of light surged towards Flax and exploded on impact.

Although Flax’s figure did not shift in the slightest, her health bar dropped from 96% to 95%, offering the players on the brink of despair a glimmer of hope.

"That’s right—there’s no turning back now, no more chances! No one hold anything back, we still have the Number One Player and the top-ranked player, Miss Lin!" A male player with disheveled hair shouted, focusing everyone’s attention.

Suddenly realizing that they were in the instance with "someone who absolutely couldn’t lose," their spirits lifted.

"Number One Player! You take command, we’re all like grasshoppers on a string now!" someone immediately said.

"If there’s truly no other way... I’d rather put my trust in the Number One Player," others agreed.

"Yeah... With the Number One Player, there’s no way he can lose, right?"

"Number One Player! Give us your orders! Whatever your plan is, we’ll follow you!"

All eyes converged in one instant.

They looked in that direction, hoping for an affirmative answer. After all, if it were the Number One Player, he must have some certainty even in such a dire situation.

—But what they saw was the "Number One Player" standing still, trembling, unable to hold his sword steady, looking like a dehydrated patient.

...The Number One Player is afraid?

How can the Number One Player be afraid?

How should the Number One Player be afraid!?

The players were utterly disconcerted, even feeling a sense of betrayal and anger.

"I... I..."

The "Number One Player" stood still, his face pallid.

Flax, still seemingly conscious, smiled when she saw the shaking "Number One Player."

"Are you their leader?" she asked, smiling at him: "They’re all subconsciously seeking help from you... It seems you are the most important among these disobedient children."

The "Number One Player" aimed his sword at her, his face full of fear of the unknown.

"But as the leader of a group of children, you don’t seem to be doing a very good job," said Flax. "They are so urgently pleading with you, begging you to lead them well, to save them—and yet you’re afraid?"

A blood-red glow began to rise from her body, her gentle features twisting into something much more fierce.

Her 95% health and the dazzling Combat Power of 2000 seemed more unattainable than ever.

"I... I will surely lead them well!" The Number One Player clenched his teeth, forced a smile, and turned to call out to the players behind him:

"Just wait and see! You ignorant Light Pursuers, watch how you are going to be saved—"

Facing this "familiar" Number One Player, who claimed he would save them, the players showed relieved smiles.

The next moment, their smiles froze.

Flax waved her hand, and a surge of blood-light emerged from her palm.

The "Number One Player," who had claimed to save them, was sent flying like an arrow released from a bow.

The "Number One Player" crashed into the wall, creating large cracks; blood streamed from his eyes, and his chest caved in significantly.

The players saw the health bar of the "Number One Player" plummet from full to nearly empty in an instant.

The smiles on the players’ faces vanished.

Panic, like a deluge, started to surface from every corner, quickly sweeping over everything.

They watched with eyes wide, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads, their eyes filled with despair.

...The Number One Player had lost.

Without any contribution, a worthless defeat, not even able to withstand a single blow.

They had never considered this possibility before, not even when they saw the Number One Player did they think this instance was in the bag, even when a boss with 2000 Combat Power appeared. Although they were reluctant to admit it, they had long been infected by this person’s emotion, convinced of the fact that this person could not lose.

... But now.

Reality was telling them, they were wrong.

"What do we do?"

"This isn’t just about our group wiping in this instance, if the Number One Player dies here, the whole world’s power structure will change drastically..."

"What a joke, people were so brash at the previous human self-rescue meeting, and now they’re going to die here with us, the trash he looked down upon."

"Stop calling him the Number One Player, once this instance is over, he won’t be anymore."

"Damn it, I should have expected the day he would fail, how could there be someone who wins from start to finish, especially when it’s the instance I’m in..."

"Wait, we still have Miss Lin!"

"Right, there’s Lin Jiang... She’s also a top-ranked player!"

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, please save us! You must have some kind of trump card to have been standing here all along, right?"

Hopeful eyes shifted.

Lin Jiang, who had been standing in place, clearly possessing some trump card, became the desperate focus of their pleas for rescue.

But Lin Jiang evidently disappointed them.

This girl, with her evasive gaze and seemingly deep melancholy, was now huddled in a corner, unable to meet their eyes.

She clenched the hem of her clothing, trembling with fear all over, appearing just like an introverted and shy ordinary girl, without a trace of the prestige of a top-ranked player.

Despair appeared in people’s eyes.

Flax’s body was once again illuminated by light.

A bloody halo appeared around her, and the next attack was already charging up.

And while everyone was at a loss, a figure slowly stood up from his seat.

His footsteps were steady, surrounded by a pure white cross light, holding a sword in his hand.

"... Big brother?"

Mo Yan lifted his eyelids.

He saw his big brother walking past the disheartened people, around the scattered tables and chairs, steadily approaching the boss.

Under the half-classroom spanning blood light, his big brother’s figure seemed somewhat frail, the long scars on his arms looking particularly fierce.

"Who’s that going over?"

"Don’t know."

"It’s that number thirty, the doctor, a madman."

"He seems to have used the Spatial Vibration skill before, he should be strong, but against a 2000 Combat Power..."

"... How useless are the top-ranked players! Damn it... I really did think the Number One Player had some kind of assurance..."

"Shall we just kill ourselves here, returning is better than being driven mad."

"..."

Amidst the discussions of the people, Su Ming’an walked up to Flax.

The woman with a gentle demeanor tilted her head, looking at him.

"Who are you?" she asked. "Are you also going to save these bad kids as their ’class monitor’? The previous one was so bold, but I defeated him in one shot... Do you think you’re more suited to be the ’class monitor’ than him?"

"No," Su Ming’an said. "Just an ordinary person."

Flax narrowed her eyes.

"But right now, I’m probably the only one who can defeat you," he said.