"The bloody sughter didn't make me feel unfortable at all; instead, it brought me immeisfa and a great sense of fulfillment."

  In the school, a masked figure moved around, exuding a special Ghost Aura. His pristine school uniform was stained with bright red blood, and the st of blood mingled with the Ghost Aura, spreading through the air.

  "Could this be my true self?"

  The Wraith Mask only amplifies the deepest ive Emotions within the wearer.

  Therefore, different people experience different effects when wearing it.

  Qin Nuo looked at his blood-stained clothes, still with bits of flesh hanging on them, uo believe that he harbored sutense ive Emotions.

  Cheg the time, Qin Nuo pushed aside these irrelevant thoughts and focused on the dy in his hand.

  "The game time is limited; I o hurry and collect dy."

  "Now that I'm the cat, I walk openly, hiding my identity. No one knows I'm Li Xiaoming. Problems that be solved with violence don't o be solved with words."

  Qin Nuo murmured, feeling a sense of liberation.

  ...

  Meanwhile, in another corridor.

  Three students walked, their bodies bearing dried bloodstains and numerous shog wounds.

  "Damn it, risking our lives for just two dies wasn't worth it."

  "We might as well find a pce to hide. Who cares about the mai? Even pying our roles is a problem now."

  "Don't eveion it. The family of the little ghost I'm pying all have ibalistidehey eat human flesh every night. It doesn't taste like anything, but just thinking about what it is makes me want to puke!"

  "It's baffling. The instances I've entered before were his difficult. This one is drivio the brink of a breakdown."

  "I'm puzzled too. Aren't instances above level 10 supposed to be hell-level? This level 5 instance doesn't seem any easier."

  Their versation revealed that the three were Pyers. Huddled together in the bck fog, they felt a bit safer.

  inally, there were seven of them, but they actally stumbled into a musi.

  Uhe torment of a terrifying music teacher with a rotting face, four were elimihe fact that these three mao leave the alive was rgely due to luck.

  "Where to now?"

  "Find a pce to hide. Wandering around might lead us into more torturous areas. I'm doh this damned Children's Day event."

  The other two nodded in agreement.

  But after only a few steps, they stopped, their expressions ging slightly as if they sensed something.

  "There's a sound approag."

  One Pyer's face ged, and he immediately said, "Run!"

  However, as he turned, a figure was already blog his path.

  Qin Nuo looked at the three, thinking he finally entered some Pyers. Behind the mask, his eyes were cold and devoid of aion: "Do you have any dy?"

  "No dy, face the sequences."

  "Is this a teacher?"

  The three were uain, but the demon-like mask and those terrifying eyes made them sure that g dy would have severe sequences.

  "Hand it over."

  The three exged gnces, feeling helpless. They hadn't even warmed the dy in their hands yet.

  One by ohey handed over their dies, totaling seven. With the ones Qin Nuo had, it made ten.

  "Robbing is indeed effit. I was foolishly busy for half a day; my brain is really slow!" Qin Nuo thought to himself, holding the dy.

  He looked at the three expetly: "Lucky kids, the teacher wishes you a happy Children's Day!"

  With that, Qin Nuo turned and disappeared into the bck fog.

  The three Pyers looked at each other, relieved yet feeling something was off.

  ...

  In the bck fog, Qin Nuo tinued his spree, catg several students who, fortunately, all had dy.

  Qin Nuo opehe ranking Panel; he had accumuted 17 dies, while the first-pce Pyer's dy t was increasing slowly. After more than ten mihey only had 25 dies, closing the gap.

  "If I could meet that first-pce guy, it would be fun." Qin Nuo thought, eagerly anticipating it. The uful minutes had his ive Emotions rising again, and his restless mood made him crave an outlet.

  As he was thinking, a familiar voice suddenly came from ahead.

  "Student, it's a pity you couldn't plete my test."

  Then came the sound of tearing, blood spttering on the floor, and a bloody head rolled out, stopping at Qin Nuo's feet.

  Mr. Yan emerged with a bck bag, hesitating slightly upon seeing Qin Nuo.

  Qin Nuo picked up the head.

  He reized it as belonging to a Pyer from his css.

  "Mr. Yan, you dropped something." Qin Nuo hahe head to Mr. Yan, his eyes calm, showing no panic.

  Mr. Yan ighe head and asked, "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."

  Qin Nuo replied indifferently, "A newly transferred teacher."

  Mr. Yan squinted his eyes: "It's been a long time since a eacher came, and I haven't heard the principal mention aransfers."

  Qin Nuo felt a slight suspi. Did Mr. Yan know who the principal was?

  No, that's nht.

  Previously, Mr. Yaiohat the principal was a mischievous person, unseen by anyone, yet now he ged his tune.

  Clearly, Mr. Yan was testing him.

  Using the mysterious principal to dis his identity.

  Qin Nuo chuckled, nontly saying, "Mr. Yan, you're quite humorous. Do you remember what the principal looks like? I've never seen him."

  Mr. Yan's squinted eyes flickered with an unclear light, and after a moment, he smiled bndly: "Just joking."

  "But perhaps you've already seen him without realizing it. I've heard the principal used to be an actor, fond of perf. To prove his ag skills, he often disguises himself as those around you, making you unaware of the switch."

  "Though no one has ever seen him, he's everywhere. Anyone could be him."

  Mr. Yan said half-jokingly.

  But his words made Qin Nuo's heart slightly heavy.

  The game introduentiohat the mysterious principal would also participate in this Children's Day event.

  Qin Nuo hadn't seen him from the start, but perhaps, as Mr. Yan suggested, he had already met him, deceived by his superb ag!

  Qin Nuo pondered.

  Mr. Yan stared at Qin Nuo, his squinted eyes carrying a hint of ess.

  Smiling, he said, "This teacher, you look very familiar, much like one of my students."

  "Could it be that you are him?"

  As he spoke, the bck veins on Mr. Yan's face began to writhe eerily, exuding a sense of malice.

  JOSOLUNA