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Fifteen minutes into the listening test...
[System prompt: A player has died and been assimilated into the dungeon's native creatures.]
[System prompt: Player Jason Douglas has died and been assimilated.]
[System prompt: Player Ivy Manson has died and been assimilated.]
[System prompt: PlayerâŠ]
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Twelve players.
Twelve players had already been eliminatedâjust from this so-called listening test.
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> "Wait, people who answered B or D all died?!"
> "What the hell⊠Are you saying A or C was the murderer? That makes no sense!"
> "How are we supposed to get this right? It's basically gambling with your life!"
> "Check Blue Kill's stream! He's writing something!"
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In Blue Kill's broadcast room, a flood of viewers poured in.
He sat calmly, tapping his finger rhythmically against the wooden desk. A faint glint of blue light shimmered across his fingertips. Then, without hesitation, he picked up his pen.
His expression didn't waver.
With surgical precision, he began writing on the answer sheet.
> "Wait, the first answer is A? Second one is C?!"
> "I would've never guessed C! Everyone who chose B or D got executed!"
> "How did Blue Kill figure that out?! He's in another leagueâŠ"
> "You can't use logic to evaluate someone like Blue Kill."
He stood up calmly after finishing.
The faceless invigilator walked to his desk, took the sheet, and read it.
Then, for the first time since the exam started, she spoke a different word:
> "Correct."
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Gasps filled the exam room.
Even among the stone-faced students and players, a rare flicker of admiration appeared.
Those watching the stream? They exploded.
> "He actually got it right!"
"He's a genius!"
"That man isn't real. He's a cheat code in human form!"
Blue Kill rose to his feet as if he had all the time in the world.
Under the watchful gaze of the faceless teacher, he slowly walked forward toward the exit.
But then, he stoppedâright next to the C water tank.
His hands were still in his pockets.
Without saying a word, he looked down at the tank for a moment... then moved on.
> "That was a signal, wasn't it?"
"Blue Kill's giving other players a hint!"
"What a legend! Powerful and kind. Who is this man?!"
> "RIP to players in other exam rooms though. No Blue Kill to guide themâŠ"
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Lucas was one of the "unlucky" players in another roomâfar from Blue Kill's influence.
He stared at the water tanks.
C was pretending to be dead. A was actually dead. That made C the most suspicious.
But only the invigilator knew for sure who was right or wrong.
That knowledge imbalanceâit gnawed at Lucas.
> "This feeling⊠placing your life into someone else's handsâit's unbearable."
His cautious nature didn't allow him to act recklessly.
This wasn't just a test. This was life and death disguised as standardized assessment.
He adjusted himself in his seat, annoyed and unsettled.
Five minutes remained.
Several more candidates had already met grisly ends.
At last, Lucas picked up his pen and calmly wrote down his answers.
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Across the room, the faceless invigilator stirredâas if receiving some unseen command.
She glided toward Lucas's desk, footsteps eerily soft.
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Players watching his stream collectively held their breath.
> "He picked the right answer, didn't he?!"
> "Yes! Lucas got it correct too! How did he figure it out?!"
> "You all forgot who you're watchingâthis is the same guy who fooled half the players on the horror cruise ship!"
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The invigilator reached for Lucas's answer sheet and glanced at it.
Her blank, skin-stretched face leaned forward slightlyâ
> "Answerâ"
But she never got to finish the sentence.
In that precise instant, Lucas exploded into motion.
A bloody kitchen knife manifested in his hand out of thin air.
One clean, decisive slice.
This time, the head that flew wasn't his.
It was the invigilator's.
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The faceless female teacher's body collapsed without a sound.
Blood poured across the polished floor.
From her stiff, twitching hands, Lucas retrieved his answer sheet.
It was soakedâthe blood had smeared everything. The answers were unreadable.
He rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled long and deep.
> "As I thought⊠as long as she doesn't say right or wrong, the headshot mechanism won't activate."
He tore the bloodied sheet into pieces.
> "It's safer this wayâwhen your life stays in your own hands."
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Still gripping the crimson kitchen knife, Lucas moved toward the door.
But as he passed the podium, something caught his attention.
The C water tank.
He paused.
Then, raising the kitchen knife, he knocked on the tank glass three times.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Inside, the mess of bloody flesh and half-shattered remains lurched and trembled violently.
Whatever was left inside C's tank recoiled from Lucas, retreating deeper into the corner of its enclosure.
Lucas grinned. Eyes narrowed.
> "You're scared of me? That's⊠kinda fun."
But what he didn't noticeâ
Behind him, the other studentsâthe ones that had acted like lifeless puppets until nowâ
The light slowly began to return to their eyes.
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Drop
Drop
Drop
A sharp, repeating siren suddenly blared throughout the entire building.
The overhead speakers shouted in alarm:
> "ALERT! ALERT! Candidate Ethan has attacked the invigilator and is in possession of a controlled weapon!"
> "ALERT! ALERT!"
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1.0.
A crowd of faceless male teachers stormed into the buildingâan unstoppable wave of figures in identical uniforms.
Lucas tucked the knife back into his coat and sighed.
> "God, I really hate schoolâŠ"
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To be continuedâŠ
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