The Luck King and the Shameless Command

Thinking of this, Ye Shengge’s heart continued to sink.

Just then, a familiar, cold voice rang out: “Quiet. It is now evening self-study.”

With just this one sentence, the rowdy classroom instantly fell silent.

Ye Shengge looked at Mu Jinran with a dazed expression. Aside from himself, the only person who hadn’t grabbed a red envelope yet was likely the Class Monitor, who was focused on solving problems.

“Ding-dong—” The crisp sound of message notifications rang out in unison across the classroom.

The students all lowered their heads to look at their phones.

Ye Shengge, who was lost in his own thoughts, was no exception. When he saw the message popping up in the notification box, his pupils suddenly constricted.

It was the class group. The group had another anonymous message.

Anonymous: [There are still three members in this group who have not participated in grabbing the red envelope. Please participate as soon as possible. Members who have not participated in ten minutes will be forcibly eliminated!!!]

Those last two words were followed by three exclamation marks, as if trying to make everyone realize the severity of the situation.

—The result of being “forcibly eliminated” was death.

Ye Shengge’s sense of wishful thinking vanished completely. Not long ago, he had thought of this game too simply. In reality, stopping more people from grabbing envelopes wouldn’t save them; instead, it would lead more people toward death before the game even truly began.

In stark contrast to the heavy-hearted Ye Shengge were the other students seeing this sentence.

“Hahaha, this is killing me. Is that anonymous person dreaming?” “Forcibly eliminated? Does he think the school belongs to his family?” “Boss, didn’t you skip the red envelope? How about you just don’t grab it? I’m actually pretty curious to see how someone gets forcibly eliminated.”

That last sentence came from one of Jiang Yan’s lackeys.

Ye Shengge subconsciously looked toward Jiang Yan, who was leaning against the wall, carelessly playing with his phone. The distance between them was quite far—one on the far left of the classroom, the other on the far right. But Ye Shengge could still read the other’s lips.

He said, “Fine.”

Ye Shengge’s brow furrowed even tighter. He racked his brain for an excuse to persuade Mu Jinran and Jiang Yan to participate in the red envelope grab.

Although he didn’t like Jiang Yan, he didn’t hate him enough to want him dead. Since he knew the game rules were real, he had to give a warning no matter what. But before he could come up with anything, Mu Jinran, sitting beside him, suddenly asked: “What are you thinking about?”

Ye Shengge hesitated for two seconds and whispered: “Did you bring your phone?” Mu Jinran had pulled him into the group this morning, but since it was night now, he wasn’t sure if the other had his phone.

Fortunately, Mu Jinran nodded.

“Then… are you going to participate in the red envelope game?” Ye Shengge couldn’t think of a good excuse, and since time waited for no one, he asked bluntly.

Mu Jinran looked at his expression, which was full of undisguised anxiety. He remained silent for a few seconds before asking back: “Do you want to participate?”

This time, it was Ye Shengge’s turn to nod.

“Then I’ll participate with you.” Mu Jinran was unexpectedly easy to talk to. He cooperatively took out his phone, unlocked it, entered the class group, and clicked the red envelope. Perhaps the network speed was poor, as the loading result lagged for several seconds.

Ye Shengge stared at the screen intently.

Luckily, the result loaded quickly. However…

Looking at the final amount displayed on the screen, Ye Shengge fell into silence.

One cent. Isn’t that a bit too little? Keep in mind, this was a one-thousand-yuan group red envelope…

Mu Jinran, however, didn’t question his life choices like Ye Shengge did. He said calmly: “My luck has always been bad.”

“Mine too.” Ye Shengge turned his body while clicking his own red envelope, comforting Mu Jinran with a serious tone. He truly felt his luck was worse than anyone’s; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been bound to this terrifying horror live-stream game.

However, this empathetic comfort received no response from Mu Jinran.

Looking at the phone screen displaying the result in front of the youth, Mu Jinran’s reaction was exactly like Ye Shengge’s when the one-cent result came out—he fell into silence.

“What’s wrong?” Because of his nervousness, Ye Shengge didn’t look at the result. He tilted his head and guessed: “Is it one cent for me too?”

Thinking of this possibility, he quickly began to comfort himself. Even if it was one cent, it didn’t matter. It would prove he hadn’t been targeted by the dungeon boss, which would be a great result.

Hearing this guess, Mu Jinran wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by a series of boisterous voices.

“F*ck! The new student is the reincarnation of the Emperor of Luck! He actually grabbed a full five hundred yuan!” “This is the undisputed Luck King.” “This luck… I’m dying of envy.” “…”

People who saw the results in the red envelope display column exclaimed with envious tones.

However, the “lucky” new student they were envying was not happy at all.

Ye Shengge turned around stiffly, looking at the string of numbers on the screen in disbelief. Not a cent more, not a cent less. It was indeed five hundred yuan.

[Five hundred yuan, emm… for a moment, I don’t know whether to praise the wife’s luck or not.] [It’s over, it’s over. I remember this dungeon! The Luck King of every round has to accept instructions that are very bloody and perverted. I hope the wife gets a simpler one.] [I still don’t understand. The beautiful wife is so well-behaved, how could he be targeted in the first round?] [I don’t get it either. Looking at the amount… this dungeon boss has a lot of malice toward the wife. But logically, even if a player is targeted by the boss, it’s usually when more than half of the survival days have passed, right?]

These bullet-chat messages made Ye Shengge’s already stiff body even stiffer. A hint of fear surfaced in his eyes, and his deathly pale face looked incredibly pitiful.

At the same time, the lackey standing next to Jiang Yan asked hesitantly: “Boss, are you still going to grab the envelope? The last one has a full sixty yuan.”

Taking sixty yuan just by moving a finger—only a fool would refuse. Even the lackey who was curious about what “forcibly eliminated” meant joined in the persuasion: “Boss, let’s just take it. There’s no point in leaving free money.”

Jiang Yan listened to these words, then glanced at Mu Jinran and Ye Shengge huddling together to look at the phone. He gave an irritable “tsk”: “I’m not short on money.” The implication was that he didn’t want this pie falling from the sky.

The lackeys looked at each other, not daring to persuade this Living Yama any further.

Ye Shengge also noticed the commotion on Jiang Yan’s side. He checked the time.

There were less than six minutes left in the countdown. If Jiang Yan didn’t change his mind and participate within these six minutes, he would be forcibly eliminated.

It was a human life, after all. Ye Shengge sighed, clicked on Jiang Yan’s profile picture in the class group, entered the private chat interface, and tentatively sent a sentence: [How about you just grab that red envelope?]

Leaning against the wall, Jiang Yan heard his phone ping. He picked up the phone to look, then looked at Ye Shengge with a half-smile and quickly typed three words back: [Why?]

Ye Shengge didn’t know how to explain it to him. He typed and deleted, eventually leaving only a weak explanation: [That anonymous message looks very eerie. When he says ‘forcibly eliminated,’ it definitely won’t be anything good.]

Jiang Yan’s focus was entirely different from Ye Shengge’s. Not only was he not afraid, but he also sent an incredibly annoying message asking: [Are you worried about me?]

Seeing this message, Ye Shengge made a loud clicking sound as he typed, replying furiously: [Think whatever you want. Anyway, I’m not the one being forcibly eliminated.] He had said what needed to be said; if the other person wanted to seek death, it had nothing to do with him.

“Who are you messaging?” Mu Jinran, taking in all of Ye Shengge’s unusual behavior, asked casually.

“Jiang Yan.” Ye Shengge answered subconsciously, then curled his lip and complained irritably: “He really knows how to overthink things.”

It was meant as a complaint, but to Mu Jinran’s ears, it was incredibly grating. His tone cooled slightly: “Is that so.”

Ye Shengge didn’t have the spare attention to overanalyze his change in tone because his focus was on Jiang Yan’s newly sent message.

Jiang Yan: [Since you’re worried about me, I’ll reluctantly participate.]

Ye Shengge: “…” He had never seen anyone whose messages were so thick with a punchable, chuunibyou vibe in every word.

Still, the sense of accomplishment from saving a person was quite large. Combined with the information revealed by the audience in the bullet-chat, Ye Shengge also knew that the dungeon difficulty increased over time. It was impossible to give a player an impossible task on the first day. Therefore, his emotions slowly calmed down, and he couldn’t be bothered to deal with Jiang Yan anymore.

The moment Jiang Yan took the envelope, the anonymous sender sent a new message: [All group members have participated in the red envelope grab. The first round of the instruction game officially begins.]

The blood-red chat box looked quite eerie. Many of the bolder students couldn’t help but shiver upon seeing it, cursing the person behind the scenes for playing god.

However, out of curiosity and a desire to see the drama, no one turned off their phones. They were all waiting for the anonymous person to issue the instruction to the Luck King.

As for the Luck King who grabbed the most money this time, because he knew this was a real horror game, he stared at the class group messages with extreme seriousness, waiting for the instruction to be issued.

The classroom was very quiet now, and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy with anticipation.

Fortunately, the anonymous person didn’t keep them waiting long. Once everyone’s appetite was sufficiently whetted, the anonymous person lurking in the class group finally issued the instruction that everyone was curious about.

However, after seeing the content of the instruction, Ye Shengge, who had been feeling uneasy just moments ago, felt his face flush a deep red instantly. His eyes were full of shame and surprise, making him look even more like someone who begged to be bullied.

The other students who saw the instruction also couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter.

“F*ck, I actually felt it was a bit eerie before and worried about meeting something dirty. Thinking about it now, it really is just a prank game.” “Exactly, exactly. If it were a real dirty thing, how could it give an instruction like this?” “But speaking of which, isn’t the person who sent this prank instruction being a bit too much?” “What’s too much about it? It’s a five-hundred-yuan red envelope. Can’t it buy an instruction that’s this easy to complete?”

The audience in the live-stream room saw this and fell into a strange silence for a few seconds before erupting into a discussion no less intense than that of the NPC students.

[Is the sister who said the dungeon boss has a lot of malice toward the wife still here? Maybe you should consider this possibility… it’s not necessarily malice, but simply having bad, perverted thoughts?] [Emm… NTR-style perverted thoughts?] [This ‘hardball’ move is different from before. It caught me a bit off guard.] [Ah, this… is this really content I can watch for free? I’m looking forward to it (Fly rubbing hands jpg).] [But with such shameful content, will the beautiful wife agree?] [He probably will, since the wife is so timid.]

Only Mu Jinran and Jiang Yan had expressions that changed imperceptibly after reading the instruction.

In the class group chat bar, a line of anonymous text was clearly displayed: [Would the Luck King of this round please find any person to complete the instruction of ‘passionately kissing for half a minute’ within twelve hours. Failure to complete the instruction within the time limit will result in punishment.]