The Brutal Confrontation

Upon hearing the alarm, Ye Shengge didn’t even have time to change. He hurriedly threw on a coat and rushed toward Zhou Yue’s dormitory.

This anonymous sender was truly bold, coming to settle scores with Zhou Yue before lights-out, seemingly without a shred of fear about being caught by others.

It was the height of recklessness.

Ye Shengge confirmed with the system as he ran: [Zhou Yue isn’t in immediate danger, is he?]

System: [Not for the moment, but he won’t last much longer.]

Hearing that there was still time, Ye Shengge breathed a sigh of relief and accelerated up the stairs.

Once he reached the third floor, he would see the anonymous sender.

At that thought, his heart hammered uncontrollably against his ribs.

Their last meeting had been in the pitch-black woods; he hadn’t been able to see the man’s face at all, and even the silhouette of his body was a blur, let alone his identity.

But this time was different. The anonymous sender had appeared in a dormitory. As long as they met face-to-face, he would definitely see his features.

Based on the crucial clues obtained at the start of the dungeon, the anonymous sender had been hiding among the ordinary students of Class 5. Over the past few days, Ye Shengge had intentionally memorized the face and name of every classmate. He was confident that one look at the man’s face would be enough to identify him.

With this conviction, the youth—whose physical stamina was notoriously poor—gritted his teeth and climbed to the third floor in one breath.

By the time he cleared the last step, his legs were trembling, his breathing was ragged and shallow, and his porcelain cheeks were flushed hot and red. Even the corners of his eyes were a damp, teary crimson.

As for the coat he had haphazardly thrown on, it had long since become a mess during his sprint. One could clearly see the loose pajamas underneath—which were several sizes too large—slipping down to reveal a wide expanse of delicate collarbone and a hint of enticing skin.

Anyone seeing this vivid scene would think the youth had encountered something terrible or was being coerced by a pervert, hence his panicked flight.

Ye Shengge leaned against the handrail to catch his breath, his gaze fixed determinedly on the stairwell door just two paces away. He moved his leaden legs and forced himself forward.

Once he pushed that door open, he would be right outside Zhou Yue’s room.

And he would see the elusive anonymous sender.

— THUD!

The moment the youth pushed open the door, a muffled, heavy sound reached his ears.

Judging by the noise, it came from the first room near the stairwell.

Ye Shengge asked the system in shock: [Are they fighting?]

The room closest to the stairs was Zhou Yue’s. The anonymous sender was currently settling scores in there, and with such a loud commotion, it had to be a fight.

Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover.

He hadn’t expected the timid, gloomy Zhou Yue—who seemed to have a people-pleasing personality—to actually have the guts to brawl with the dungeon boss.

With that kind of courage, it made sense why he wouldn’t confess his wrongdoings earlier.

If the timing weren’t so grim, Ye Shengge would have wanted to give Zhou Yue a thumbs-up.

The system, watching the screen as Zhou Yue tried to resist only to be ruthlessly suppressed and rubbed into the floor by the anonymous sender: […]

Receiving no response from the system, Ye Shengge didn’t ask further. He shoved the dormitory door open and shouted, “Stop!”

What happened next left him stunned.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud, sharp crack.

Only then did Ye Shengge realize the door hadn’t been locked; a light touch would have opened it, let alone the force he had used.

But it was strange—such a loud noise hadn’t attracted a single onlooker. And why wouldn’t the anonymous sender lock the door while settling a score?

Was he really that confident that no one could find him here?

Ye Shengge didn’t understand, but he was profoundly shocked.

After a second of shock, Ye Shengge immediately shifted his gaze from the door to the man whose back was toward him, pinning Zhou Yue to the floor and brutally beating him.

Unlike the finger-obscuring darkness of the woods, the dormitory—while lacking overhead lights—was lit by a bright desk lamp. The computer on the desk also emitted a noticeable glow, enough for him to see everything in the room clearly.

At this moment, as Ye Shengge looked at the tall man who had beaten Zhou Yue until the shards of his glasses littered the floor, he found it hard to associate him with the cunning and dangerous anonymous sender.

He had always thought that beating someone—an act neither elegant nor sophisticated—was something only the hot-tempered Jiang Yan would do.

Who would have thought that Jiang Yan had never actually hit anyone in front of him, yet the high-status dungeon boss was currently throwing punches?

The victim was an NPC student who couldn’t be more ordinary; his only unique trait was his daring to resist.

On second thought, it wasn’t that surprising. After all, when they met in the woods, this “gentlemanly” boss had tried to use scares just to take a little advantage of him.

If he hadn’t known this seemingly harmless man was the instigator of the death game, Ye Shengge might have mistaken him for a shameless lecher.

“Cough, cough—”

A coarse, raspy cough sounded.

Zhou Yue was being held down like a dead dog, his face bruised and swollen.

Even so, his eyes remained fixed on Ye Shengge. He opened his mouth with difficulty, wheezing out broken words: “He… is… run… run away…”

The moment Ye Shengge’s voice had rang out, the man’s body had stiffened, his movements freezing. This had given Zhou Yue a chance to breathe.

But he didn’t care about himself. He struggled to speak, wanting to tell the youth everything he had seen. He already regretted not telling him everything this morning.

However, under the weight of soul-crushing terror and fear, he couldn’t form a complete sentence. Fearing the terrifying man would do something bad to the youth, he could only give up for now and urge him to run.

Zhou Yue knew that if the youth didn’t run now, he truly wouldn’t be able to escape.

But very quickly, his meddling words enraged the man pinning him down.

The tall man didn’t give Zhou Yue another chance to speak. He slammed Zhou Yue’s head against the floor.

The world went silent instantly.

Ye Shengge hadn’t expected the man to do this. Like a startled rabbit, he subconsciously took a small step back. His exquisite face turned deathly pale, and his beautiful eyes were filled with tension and unease. He looked pitiable.

But to the man, the slight sound of his retreating footsteps was more piercing than a sudden thunderclap.

The man let go as if discarding trash, throwing Zhou Yue heavily onto the floor. He stood up abruptly and turned around. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Ye Shengge. He tilted his head, his voice eerie: “Do you want to run?”