“What happened here just now?”

Originally, Xie Antong had been a little confused after receiving the Completion notice. Since they’d already cleared the Game Level, what was with that strange laugh and the sounds of battle just now?

And even after getting here, there was still fighting??

Did they run into some expert?

“Nothing. Nothing happened at all.”

Lu Ce replied calmly, brushing the dust off his body. His tone was indifferent, and he held the Confessions of the Disillusioned in his hand, looking every bit the refined and peaceful gentleman.

As for the ruins around him, that was, of course, the mess he had made during his earlier outburst—indiscriminately blasting his way through in a state of loss of control.

Only now did the Mystic Cloak show its usefulness. If he had been wearing normal clothes, Lu Ce would probably be completely naked by now.

Hmm... totally worth it for an Epic-tier weapon!

He now appeared calm and peaceful, a total contrast to how he was moments ago, and even more so compared to the version of him who had just shattered Fan Ziyan’s head with a single slap.

But Xie Antong looked at the chaotic mess around them—she couldn’t even tell which Classroom was which anymore—and was a bit speechless.

She could pretty much guess that this was the result of Lu Ce losing control just now. She had no idea who could’ve pushed him this far.

He was forced to this point, so he just speedran the level in ten minutes...

Meanwhile, the Spectators who had been watching “Sin” the whole time were struggling to keep it together.

【: Wait, did he really just switch personalities like that?】

【: Why is he using a completely different face when talking to his teammate?】

【: Is this dude not actually schizophrenic or something?】

In just under two hours of gameplay, Lu Ce had switched between refined gentleman and rampaging maniac more times than anyone could count.

But there was no helping it. From the moment he put on the Wrath Mask, Lu Ce knew he couldn’t let himself go. He had to constantly wrestle control of his body from Wrath.

Rage was different from Chaos. It was an absolute abyss, capable of devouring all reason. If Lu Ce didn’t want to spiral completely out of control, he had to constantly remind and restrain himself.

So here he was—looking like he had a split personality—one moment going berserk and killing, the next moment looking completely harmless.

Xie Antong circled “Sin” a couple times and saw that he didn’t seem to have any major issues at the moment. She thought to herself, Please don’t lose control completely.

If he did, they’d be completely screwed. She’d probably have to bail immediately...

“Alright, we’re on a schedule,” Lu Ce adjusted his Windcoat and tucked the book under his arm. “Where are we headed next?”

“It’s not that urgent, honestly...” Xie Antong glanced at the remaining twenty-two and a half hours and couldn’t help but throw in a bit of sarcasm.

She could sense that the rage still boiled inside this guy—barely suppressed by reason. He was clearly still in a mood and looking for somewhere to vent.

Then she added, “Hold on a sec, remember what I said earlier? We need to wait for Park Bu Seong to make his move. Since you cleared this level so fast, his restriction’s coming up soon.”

Yep, Park Bu Seong was currently staring at the Game Interface, veins bulging on his forehead like some kind of vascular horror.

Look at the time—only an hour and a half had passed.

The Game... was already halfway cleared!

After getting a sense of “Sin’s” strength, he’d already come to terms with it. Losing wasn’t entirely unacceptable anymore.

Especially for this level—he hadn’t really expected to take down Lu Ce. Losing was just losing. He already had plans for what came next.

But what he really couldn’t stand was that System Prompt:

——【White Side Player, Fan Ziyan, has exited the Game.】

Fing trash!

And she didn’t even send back any intel!?

Is she f*cking serious!?

He’d already said it—don’t worry about winning, don’t worry about winning. If things go south, just run. You don’t even have to exit!

The key was to send back intel about the opponent. Talk about his abilities, his combat style, his gear, any Special Skills.

Was that so hard?!

Why the hell did they all just bail without saying a single word? Once you exit, you lose everything inside the Game!

Park Bu Seong was seriously questioning reality now.

Earlier he’d thought Beom In’s skills were decent even though he only bought them a little time. Now Fan Ziyan? Great—ten minutes flat. She might as well have handed out Achievements to the other side.

“Is there really no issue with this?” Park Bu Seong questioned the Game once more.

Game: 【......】

“F*ck!”

He cursed, then started talking to himself.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Everything’s still under control. It’s only three matches—it’s not over yet.”

He wasn’t panicking because he had bet everything on the last two games. In one of them, he was confident he could kill literally any player on earth. The difficulty was beyond imagination.

And even if that “Sin” was absurdly OP and somehow cleared that level,

he still had a backup plan. His trap would target another Black Side teammate—Blank!

That meant Xie Antong.

Taking out some unranked girl? Easy.

Even if he lost to Lu Ce, he wasn’t losing this Game. He’d prepared for both outcomes.

In his mind, he was like a spider that had woven a grand web. The closer the prey thought it was to victory, the closer it was to failure.

With a wicked grin, he wrote down the restriction he had already planned out.

......

【Black Side player has cleared the third Campus Mystery. White Side will now propose the third restriction.】

【——If any member of the Black Side team dies or exits, it counts as a Challenge Mode failure!】

The moment the voice sounded, Xie Antong broke into a smile.

Perfect prediction!

Dealing with Park Bu Seong really is a bit too easy!

At that moment, she was already guiding Lu Ce to the next Horror Mystery.

“Looks like I was right. Remember what I told you earlier?”

In Lu Ce’s Earpiece, Xie Antong’s voice came through. He nodded and replied:

“Looks like your condition worked.”

“Tell me—what is it you want me to agree to?”

Back in the Classroom, Xie Antong stood up, stretched her back, and started pulling gear out of her backpack.

“First, whatever happens, don’t lose the Earpiece.”

“Second, when you’re about to clear this level, give me a heads-up.”

“Got it.” Lu Ce kept his promise as well—not asking for a reason.