After Lu Ce finished speaking, he ended the call and began focusing on the situation in the room.

What he worried about the most was that his mind might get confused, causing his sense of time to become unreliable—just like how it suddenly turned dark outside just now.

He needed an accurate sense of time, so he left this to the relatively safe Xie Antong.

If time itself wasn’t malfunctioning, then it meant he’d entered a Game Scene, and clearly, a new Horror Mystery had been triggered.

After all… the sound of a piano in an empty classroom late at night.

“Classmate, would you like to play a piece with me?”

That ethereal female voice appeared again, but this time, it was incredibly close, like a beautiful woman leaning against your shoulder, whispering softly into your ear.

Lu Ce felt as if he were surrounded by a dreamlike starry sky, his whole body immersed in darkness, with a floating row of surreal, glowing piano keys hovering in front of him.

The keys were circular, wrapping around Lu Ce’s body in a massive ring, enclosing even his back.

It felt like something was pressing right up against his back, like a spirit attaching itself to him, murmuring its invitation in a sorrowful tone—like a resentful beauty.

Lu Ce raised his fist and swung it hard toward the keys in front of him, but the punch passed right through the light and shadow of the keys, letting out a terrifying whoosh in the air.

Realizing the attack didn’t land, Lu Ce frowned slightly, turned sharply, and followed with an elbow strike—but even after a full spin, he didn’t hit anything.

That thing clung to his back like a parasite in his bones, completely inseparable.

Seven Mysteries of the Campus, why are they all spirit-this and ghost-that?

“Hey handsome, wanna play a song with me~?”

The ethereal voice rang out again, right behind Lu Ce, with a tone that carried a teasing, even smug air.

It sounded proud, as if boasting that Lu Ce couldn’t do anything about it.

Lu Ce: ###

“Don’t you have anything else to say?”

Sheet after sheet of music began floating around, golden scores drifting through the air, filled with different notes. The corresponding melodies now looped endlessly around Lu Ce.

There were sorrowful love ballads, weeping and whispering.

There were fierce, clashing war marches, like you’d landed on a roaring battlefield.

Lyrical, blues, jazz—elegant and vulgar tunes from all eras and countries played without end. Lu Ce even suspected he was hallucinating some weird internet songs.

Like “Big banana, big banana...”

He shook his head hard. A strong wave of emotion suddenly surged up. With all kinds of music in his ears, his emotions were being stirred over and over again.

And those music sheets kept multiplying, spawning more as the songs continued to flow.

The figure stuck to Lu Ce’s back now sounded increasingly smug.

Emotions had limitless power. When a person experiences extreme highs and lows in a short period of time, it’s like bending a wire over and over again—it’ll eventually snap.

As long as Lu Ce remained inside without a solution, he would eventually fall, becoming a slave to the music.

—At least, that’s what Fan Ziyan thought.

Yes, Park Bu Seong had a lot of teammates, all highly capable—many could even match Jiu Tian in strength.

And she was the teammate planted in this level. Only now, she was feeling a bit defiant.

Because Park Bu Seong had just given her instructions over the comm.

Lu Ce’s last two rapid completions had left their teammates no chance to send back any intel, which had started to scare Park Bu Seong.

Even a pig could sense now just how terrifying “Sin” was, so Park Bu Seong had lowered his expectations—he just wanted to secure the final win.

Whether or not he was stronger than Sin, he no longer cared about that.

In his eyes, who’s the strongest didn’t matter—being number one did!

He’d already made up his mind. Once he became number one from this round, he’d use his family’s connections and resources to crown himself a supernatural warlord and do whatever he pleased.

Who wants to keep playing the game?! Use an Exit Token and you're left with nothing. Lose the game and you might even die.

He had so much money back home—why gamble his life?

So Park Bu Seong reined in his arrogance for once, suppressed his idiocy, and started playing it safer. He gave Fan Ziyan one key instruction:

—Sin’s ability is weird, maybe very strong. This level isn’t that important. You don’t need to defeat him—just stall as long as you can!

—Most important of all: bring back intel!

In a way, Park Bu Seong never expected Fan Ziyan to beat Lu Ce in this round. He was already planning future Horror Mysteries.

But right now, Fan Ziyan didn’t agree with that outlook.

Her ability clearly suited this level. And this “Sin” in front of her didn’t seem that special.

She really didn’t see how he could possibly beat her.

Although she had been shocked when he shattered the piano with a single punch, that also directly upgraded the Game Scene to phase two.

He didn’t try to decipher anything—just went in swinging, raising the difficulty himself.

Her assessment of Sin: All brawn, no brains!

She had no idea how the others had lost to him before.

“Classmate, would you like to play a song with me~?”

She teased again, deciding to take on the so-called number one.

She really didn’t believe in this “bad luck” nonsense!

“Are you human? Or ghost?” Lu Ce had turned around several times and still couldn’t shake the thing clinging to his back. That sensation—no physical form but still stuck—made him frown deeply.

“I’m both human and ghost,” Fan Ziyan said proudly.

Lu Ce was just making casual conversation—he didn’t expect a real answer.

But Fan Ziyan wasn’t done.

“Play a song with me, short-lived number one.”

“My ability is Spirit Possession, and the girl behind you is part of the game itself. Now, she’s possessed by me.”

“You can’t catch me. Don’t waste your energy.”

Lu Ce: ......

Who asked you?

Why do people with powers always need to give monologues? When’s that gonna change?

“So that means you don’t have a physical body.”

“I can have one,” she said. The girl behind Lu Ce, whose body had been ethereal, now began to solidify. From an outsider’s view, the music classroom now looked like a beautiful scene of a man and a woman standing back to back.

Fan Ziyan gave herself just enough substance to press teasingly against Sin’s back, practically daring him to react.

Solid or not, she could switch however she liked.

Next second.

Bang!

Hell Roar’s fiery blast erupted—Lu Ce fired a shot into his own abdomen!

One shot, two kills!