Chapter 13: The Dark Room? The Garbage Dump!

“Be quick and come right back!”

Teacher Yao really didn’t want to argue anymore with the student in front of him, who was dressed in some bizarre outfit.

By the end, the kid had somehow steered the conversation toward the coexistence of diverse genders.

For Yao, who was well over fifty, it was a bit of a cultural shock.

“That might be a bit difficult. I have frequent urination, urgency, and incomplete voiding...”

“Enough, just be back before class ends!”

Such nonsensical words made Teacher Yao feel like he had forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home today.

As he watched the student hop away cheerfully, ready to leave the classroom, Yao’s voice suddenly turned sinister: “You’d better maintain your ranking in tomorrow’s exam…”

Ignoring the old man’s threat, Wu Wang had already stepped outside.

The long corridor stretched endlessly ahead; within his view were only the white tiles and the greenery outside the windows. The place was so impeccably clean as to seem sterile, yet that cleanliness bred an inexplicable unease.

There was a sign on the wall indicating the direction to the restroom.

But strangely, the sign didn’t just show the restroom’s location.

It also contained other information—

“Class 3-1 is a twenty-second walk to the restroom.”

“Time, huh…”

Wu Wang recalled the directory downstairs.

Indeed, it not only marked the locations of all campus buildings but thoughtfully noted the time needed to reach each place from here.

It was as if someone was constantly reminding you not to loiter or slack off on the way.

He didn’t linger outside the classroom door.

Heading toward the restroom, it took about twenty seconds for Wu Wang to arrive.

Inside the equally pristine and odor-free restroom, what caught his attention most were the timers hung on each stall.

Curious, Wu Wang entered a stall.

He did indeed need to use the toilet.

“Ding dong!”

Suddenly, a sharp alert sounded from the timer.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—

Then the number 300 appeared.

The maddening ticking counted down, the number decreasing with each tick.

Five minutes total.

“Seriously? A countdown just to use the bathroom?” Wu Wang was speechless.

He hadn’t expected the first school rule he discovered to be in the restroom.

A notice was posted on the stall door—

“Toilet use must not exceed 5 minutes.”

“For special circumstances, apply for leave from the homeroom teacher; otherwise, it will be treated as a violation of school rules.”

So taking a dump here could get you executed?

He hurriedly finished and left.

Back at the directory on the first floor, he found the location marked “The Little Black Room.”

Fortunately, it was right next to the senior teaching building.

A three-minute run would do.

This way, he wouldn’t be gone too long and risk missing class.

He had no intention of blatantly defying school regulations.

Wu Wang was cautious; he always believed that his “immortality” was merely a buffer for mistakes.

It didn’t mean he could act recklessly in front of ghosts.

The newbie dungeons that caused direct harm were one thing, but he mainly worried about getting trapped by supernatural situations.

Like the Little Black Room this time.

What if it didn’t kill him outright?

Or if the teacher realized he couldn’t be killed and locked him in there for life?

That would be a real nightmare.

“Damn, shattered everywhere. Always takes half a day to clean up.”

As he neared the Little Black Room, Wu Wang heard cursing in the distance.

He hid and crept closer to observe.

Before him stood a small, all-black bungalow.

Around it, weeds grew wild, a stark contrast to the otherwise tidy campus.

Even from afar, a strong stench of rot wafted out.

This empty lot was home only to the Little Black Room.

Its lonely presence was eerie beyond words.

Two people stood in front of the building, talking.

They wore thick protective suits, making them look bulky.

“How about next time the teachers make them jump in the river? Jumping off buildings is too much trouble to clean up,” the one on the left said.

His companion sneered, “Sure, go pitch that to the principal. I’ll save you a spot here—don’t worry, it’s a prime feng shui location!”

“Heh heh, just kidding. Let’s get to work!”

They pushed open the door.

Lifting a huge black bag from the ground, they didn’t enter but made a tossing motion.

Bang—

The bag was thrown into the Little Black Room, but something fell out from the opening, landing in the weeds.

The two made clicking sounds of disgust and quickly left without noticing.

Once they were gone, Wu Wang emerged.

Ignoring the foul stench, he searched through the grass.

In no time, he found the dropped item.

“Hiss, this is…”

Seeing it clearly, his pupils constricted slightly.

It was a blood-stained school ID card.

The name on it was—Liu Yang.

“The black bag just now held Liu Yang’s body?”

Wu Wang had a sudden thought and stared at the Little Black Room, carefully sniffing the air again.

“No doubt about it! That’s the smell of a decomposing corpse!”

“So the Little Black Room is a place for disposing of bodies?”

But the more he thought about it, the more something felt off.

If it were just a place to handle corpses, the students shouldn’t be so terrified of it.

They could watch Liu Yang’s suicide without flinching but turned pale at just the mention of the Little Black Room by Teacher Yao.

Clearly, there was something more frightening than death itself lurking there.

A mere corpse was nothing to fear.

“Should I go in and take a look?” Wu Wang hesitated.

Based on the side quest, it was almost certain there was a ghost inside.

This was different from the newbie dungeons.

Without a microphone to verify facts, getting haunted by a ghost here could be troublesome.

If the ghost could follow him out of the dungeon, it would be even worse.

“Want to know what the Little Black Room is for?”

A sudden voice came from the other side of the lot.

Wu Wang turned his head to see a familiar masked figure.

Masked woman “What a Hardship”!

“You know?” he asked.

“What’s your bargaining chip for intel? Even if you’re a rookie, I don’t give clues for free,” she said coldly.

Wu Wang met her gaze.

After a moment, he said, “I’ll trade you the cause of death of the guy just thrown in. Don’t tell me you didn’t realize it was a corpse.”

“Deal!”

This was a team-based dungeon; everyone’s gains counted collectively—or so others thought. No one knew Wu Wang’s main quest was a bit off track.

But he saw no reason to lie about clues.

After all, Baili Dao also knew how Liu Yang died, so Wu Wang openly recounted what happened in the classroom.

“What a Hardship” nodded silently after hearing him out.

Then she said, “The Little Black Room is where they deal with ‘trash.’ Not just bodies get tossed in there; if a living person comes out, they become more obedient and focused solely on studying.”

“One of the students in my class came back alive from the Little Black Room right at the start of class. The homeroom teacher was thrilled, already celebrating how much he’d improve in future exams.”

“Two of the top ten students in the grade are from our class, and they’ve each been in the Little Black Room at least five times. But their condition is strange…”

She paused, as if searching for the right words.

Finally, she said coldly, “They look like tireless study machines. They show no reaction to anything around them, not even pain, only an extreme frenzy for studying.”

“I suggest we figure out what’s really inside before going in ourselves, so our cognition won’t be affected.”

Cognitive influence was terrifying.

Because it had nothing to do with death; it simply changed who you were.

Meaning, even after leaving the dungeon, it wouldn’t disappear.

No one wanted to return to reality mentally unwell.

This was just a side quest; ignoring it wouldn’t affect the main quest.

“By the way, why are you here at the Little Black Room?” What a Hardship suddenly asked Wu Wang. She had assumed Baili Dao would be investigating.

After all, he was just a rookie; why would Baili Dao let him go alone?

Wu Wang smiled in response:

“Because the homeroom teacher told me to go.”

“?”

Hearing this, What a Hardship was baffled.

Though her face was hidden behind a mask, she probably looked like she was silently mouthing, “Are you serious?”

This rookie must be crazy!

He’d only just entered the dungeon!

And he’d already pissed off the homeroom teacher?!