WTNL Chapter 18

Decai Middle School
Chapter 18: A pair of golden eyes stared at him

The Live Broadcast Square was boiling with excitement.

Just a minute ago, the D-rank instance [Decai Middle School] suddenly surged up the rankings without any warning, jumping up four sections in an instant and landing directly at the very top of the entire square! It tied for third place with a B-rank instance, and the other two instances above it were all A-rank.

How is this possible? This has never happened before! What exactly is going on?!

The audience in the Live Broadcast Square caused a sensation and immediately rushed toward the [Decai Middle School] live broadcast hall, scrambling to get in.

Below the name of the instance, a blood-red logo was flashing.

Hall Difficulty Rank: D+
Highest Historical Unlocked Progress: 100%

Viewing Value: A

“Oh my god!! One hundred percent! A streamer cleared one hundred percent of the progress in the Decai Middle School instance! This means they completed the main quest!”

“Not only did the difficulty increase, but the viewing value also went up! Mother of god, mother of god, mother of god! Good heavens, what exactly happened in this instance!”

“And it seems there are still several hours left before the instance ends, right? Completed the main quest so quickly? What kind of perverts are the streamers in this instance!”

“So awesome, so awesome! I’m rushing in!”

While the audience was discussing enthusiastically, suddenly, a viewer realized a blind spot that had been ignored until now:

“Eh? Wait, I remember if the main quest is completed early and 100% progress is achieved, the instance can automatically end, right?”

“…It seems so.”

The other viewers were all taken aback.

Right, logically speaking, no matter how much survival time is left in the instance, as long as the main quest is completed, the entire instance will automatically be cleared.

But…

At this thought, the crowd couldn’t help but turn their gazes to the top right corner of the live broadcast hall.

There, bright red characters were slowly flashing, looking exceptionally glaring and burning to the eyes, impossible to ignore.

[LIVE]

Broadcasting.

Almost simultaneously, an identical question emerged in the minds of all the viewers:

Why hasn’t this instance ended yet?

Wen Jianyan’s vision spun wildly.

A strong sense of weightlessness tore at him, his entire body feeling as if it were plummeting rapidly downward. Fear gripped his throat, and the feeling of suffocation turned his vision pitch black—

“Ugh…!”

Before passing out, a muffled groan spilled from Wen Jianyan’s throat as he fell clumsily to the ground.

The word “ground” wasn’t quite accurate.

Beneath him was a thick, heavy shadow. The only thing he could feel was the bone-chilling cold seeping out of it.

Looking around, he could only see boundless darkness. This space seemed independent of the entire world; the flow of time had long stagnated, and in his ears was a deathly silence.

Wen Jianyan could only hear his own disordered and rapid breathing. His heart beat chaotically and restlessly, blood pumping to his ears, thudding against his eardrums, making it so loud he couldn’t think calmly.

He took a deep breath, moved his gaze with some difficulty, and slowly looked into the distance.

The entire space was pitch-black, but for some reason, the phantom the mirror called “Father God” was still clearly visible.

…It could no longer be called a phantom.

His body was solid and stable, submerged in the shadows from the waist down. On his long, pale limbs, bizarre runes spread wildly along his firm muscles.

In all fairness, this male body was exceptionally perfect, almost transcending the boundaries of gender, meticulously sculpted like a work of art. Those pitch-black runes added a touch of wicked and feral beauty to it.

Wen Jianyan felt the hair on his back stand on end.

A massive power he couldn’t comprehend slumbered within the other’s body. Because of his existence, the entire space was filled with a high-density sense of oppression. If not for the fact that he had nowhere to run, Wen Jianyan would have turned and fled without looking back, running as far as he could, absolutely never taking half a step closer to him.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face hard.

Calm down, calm down.

Based on the currently known situation, this “Father God,” or whatever most likely wouldn’t wake up temporarily; otherwise, “Mr. Mirror” wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths to collect human souls just to awaken him.

So, what he should focus on right now was finding a way to leave, rather than worrying about the problem of that phantom.

After straightening out his thoughts, Wen Jianyan calmed down a lot.

In this space, besides that slumbering “Father God”, there was only a boundless emptiness and dead silence. Finding a way out from here was a dead end.

Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface.

As soon as he opened it, he was startled.

The number of online viewers displayed in the top right corner of the live broadcast room had tripled, approaching thirty thousand!

Clearly, the streamer turning off and on the barrage hiding function would trigger notifications inside the live broadcast room.

Therefore, almost the moment Wen Jianyan opened the barrage, the entire live broadcast room was flooded by enthusiastic viewers.

[Oh oh oh! The streamer is here! The streamer is here!]

[Came here because of your reputation! Congratulations to the streamer for completing the main quest, ahhhhhhh! Just don’t know why the instance hasn’t ended yet? Any experts want to weigh in? (Tipped points: 50)]

[Ahhhhhhh streamer is awesome!]

[? What? Am I the only one who clicked in because of the streamer’s face? Snuggle with wifey!]

[The love rival above, get lost! Ignore him, come scam me! (Tipped points: 100)]

Wen Jianyan: “…”

?

For some reason, the direction of the barrage felt a bit weird.

After ignoring those few barrages with a bizarre style, Wen Jianyan suddenly saw a very crucial barrage and accurately captured the hidden information within it.

He froze slightly:

“So you mean, as long as the main quest is completed, the instance will automatically end?”

[Yeah, yeah!]

[No matter how much survival time is still needed, as long as the main quest is completed, all players in the entire instance can automatically clear the game.]

Then that’s strange.

Wen Jianyan stroked his chin and asked, “Speaking of which, that sleeping man over there, have you guys seen him in other streamers’ live broadcast rooms?”

[No…]

[Really haven’t seen him before, but from this angle, he actually looks kinda handsome.]

[This should be the BOSS of this instance, right? I’m not sure either; after all, the highest unlocked progress of this instance before was only 72%. The current highest record was set by you.]

…In the end, there was still not the slightest clue.

Wen Jianyan sighed. After a brief thanks, he closed the barrage again and opened the shop interface with a final shred of hope.

—Maybe there’s some prop that can help him escape?

Although his points had been cleared once before, after completing several subsequent tasks and receiving numerous tips from viewers, Wen Jianyan’s current point balance was very ample. Even if he hadn’t reached the point where he could buy every prop in the system shop, it was still enough to buy some expensive, precious props.

However, when Wen Jianyan opened the shop interface full of confidence, he suddenly felt unwell.

All the items in the shop were grayed out. No matter how he clicked, he couldn’t purchase anything.

In just a few short seconds, he had gone from a rich man with vast wealth to a pauper who, despite holding vast wealth, had nowhere to spend it.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

I really want to hit someone.

I seriously suspect you’re fucking targeting me, you garbage live broadcast room!

He took a deep breath, strongly suppressing his heart full of resentment, and opened the live broadcast room again.

Clearly, the other viewers in the live broadcast room hadn’t seen this situation either.

They chattered away, giving Wen Jianyan suggestions, but most of them had no feasible value, until—

[How about the streamer goes and looks for clues on that NPC? Maybe there’ll be a way to leave.]

Wen Jianyan’s eyelids twitched ominously.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought of this path.

But as someone who cherished his life and was accustomed to seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, he had been trying hard to find other methods to avoid close contact with that NPC, who looked very dangerous at a glance.

However… looking at it now, besides this method, there was no other way to go.

Wen Jianyan sighed in frustration.

He closed the barrage, then took a step, extremely reluctantly approaching the slumbering man not far away—

Perhaps because they had coexisted peacefully for a short while, Wen Jianyan had gradually gotten used to the terrifying aura enveloping the other party, and even had the leisure to curiously scrutinize his face.

As the distance closed, the other’s face gradually became clear.

It was an extremely pale face, as lifeless as ice.

However, the contours of his facial features were extremely handsome.

So much so that the word “handsome” seemed insignificant.

That soul-stirring, purely visual impact had almost exceeded common sense, reaching an almost absurd level, attracting everyone’s gaze like a magnetic pole.

He floated peacefully in the darkness, his long black hair spread out like flowing water, falling on his marble-white skin.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Hmm, being this good-looking, the probability of him being a ghost is even higher.

He cautiously stopped a few steps away from the man.

Just as Wen Jianyan was trying hard to mentally prepare himself, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

[E-rank streamer… bzzz… task is being issued…]

In the pitch-black dead silence, suddenly hearing such a familiar voice, Wen Jianyan was almost somewhat moved.

Until…

[?? Task: Exchange bodily fluids with ??? for thirty seconds.]

Wen Jianyan: “……………………”

He expressionlessly stared at the blood-red thirty-second countdown floating above his vision and fell into silence.

Huh?

…What did you say?

What task? Exchange what?

Are you sick?!! What kind of damn task is this?!

Wen Jianyan was on the verge of breaking down.

He opened his live broadcast interface and repeatedly refreshed it, but that task remained steadily at the edge of his vision. The bright red font seemed to be silently mocking him from above:

“…” Wen Jianyan.

Fuck you, you idiot live broadcast room.

But, given the current situation, in order to leave this bizarre, vast expanse of black space, even if this task was bizarre and out of line, Wen Jianyan had no choice but to bite the bullet and try.

The so-called exchange of bodily fluids generally had two methods: kissing, or some kind of physical exchange that couldn’t be broadcast live.

However, facing this bizarre NPC before him, who was neither human nor ghost, looking almost like a corpse, no matter what he looked like, Wen Jianyan had no intention of adopting either of those two strategies—he considered himself not that hardcore, and he didn’t have the fetish of broadcasting such intimate matters live.

Wen Jianyan bit the bullet and took a step forward.

The man slumbered silently in front of him, looking like an overly terrifying, oversized time bomb.

Wen Jianyan frowned and bit his own fingertip, crimson blood welling up from the wound.

—Blood is also a bodily fluid.

He took a deep breath and reached his hand over.

The pale, blood-stained fingertip hovered above the other’s tightly closed pale lips for a few seconds. Pitter-patter, drops of hot, bright red blood fell, landing on the man’s lower lip and flowing in through the gap between his lips.

Wen Jianyan forcefully squeezed his eyes shut and finally spent five seconds mentally preparing himself before mustering the courage to press his fingertip down.

The man’s lips were cold as ice. The extremely low temperature stimulated Wen Jianyan’s finger pad like needles.

But to his surprise, contrary to the icy, pale marble-like appearance, the other’s lips were soft. Under his nervous pressure, they parted slightly with almost no resistance.

“…”

It’s even more fucking bizarre.

Wen Jianyan shuddered, shook off the goosebumps rising on his skin, then gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and simply went all the way, using his fingertip to pry open the other’s tightly closed teeth, pressing his finger pad dripping with warm blood against the other’s unresponsive tongue.

The blood-red countdown overhead began to move. Although slow, the numbers were decreasing steadily and smoothly.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems to be working.

He agonizingly stared at the constantly ticking numbers overhead. What should have been thirty seconds that would pass in the blink of an eye now seemed exceptionally long; the interval between every second felt like a century.

Suddenly, the numbers stopped.

With more than ten seconds left, the blood-red countdown suddenly stopped, without the slightest trace of moving.

Wen Jianyan blinked in disbelief.

What’s going on?

After a brief panic, Wen Jianyan quickly realized the problem—most likely the wound was too small and was no longer seeping blood.

If he had known, he would have bitten harder just now, so he wouldn’t have to suffer a second injury now.

He sighed with a slight headache, preparing to pull his finger back.

—The next second, he felt his fingertip being bitten.

“!”

Wen Jianyan gasped, his eyes suddenly widening as he looked down in horror.

A pair of golden pupils stared at him in the darkness.

The color of molten gold, revealing an inorganic fanaticism and cruelty. He silently stared at the young man in front of him, like a predator locking onto its prey—bloody, inhuman, primal, and powerful.

It was enough to send chills down one’s spine and freeze one’s blood.

“…”

In that instant, Wen Jianyan had an illusion as if he had been captured.

His feet took root, unable to move in fear.

Until the icy, soft tip of a tongue climbed up, moist and agile like a snake’s, forcefully wrapping around the young man’s pale fingertip, greedily licking and sucking.

No!

Wen Jianyan suddenly woke up. His pupils shrank, and his whole body began to struggle vigorously!

However, the originally pitch-black and tranquil shadows around him began to boil, squirming as if they possessed life. The pitch-black shadows wrapped around the young man’s waist, thighs, and arms, then dragged him toward the man—!

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something.

This darkness… this space… itself was a part of the other party’s body.

How, how is he supposed to play this!

Wen Jianyan was tied up tightly. His muscles tensed in nervousness and fear, but he couldn’t move an inch. He could only watch helplessly as the man got closer and closer, closer and closer.

The upper body covered in bizarre runes leaned and rested against him.

Deeper, thicker darkness churned, spreading and licking over every inch of the young man’s skin, slowly swallowing his body bit by bit.

…It hurts.

More than pain, it was a kind of nothingness and numbness.

His body was disappearing; his tightly bound limbs were slowly losing their sense of existence.

The strength in his body was draining away little by little.

After a brief trance and bewilderment, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that he was being eaten.

—Literally “consumed”.

Wen Jianyan’s pupils quaked. The swear words he had accumulated over a lifetime hovered on the tip of his tongue, trying to pour out all at once.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Fuck me!!!

A pair of pale and solid arms solidified from the darkness, black runes spreading across the muscles.

By this time, the man had long released Wen Jianyan’s finger. He reached out and affectionately embraced the young man’s waist, pulling him into his arms.

He gently leaned down, using the icy tip of his nose to touch the side of the young man’s neck, as if lightly sniffing the other’s warm, trembling skin, enjoying the vibrant fragrance of flesh and blood.

Wen Jianyan shuddered and subconsciously leaned back, trying to avoid the other’s terrifying and dangerous behavior.

Unfortunately, his struggles were almost completely ineffective.

Done for, done for, done for, done for.

He was really going to be eaten this time.

Just as Wen Jianyan was in despair, a voice rang in his ears at this moment: 

[The Fruit of Lies has ripened.]

[Consume it?]

Wen Jianyan widened his eyes and answered decisively: “Yes!”

A hundred times, ten million times yes!

[Please tell a lie to the subject in front of you. It will unconditionally become a fact, effective for one minute.]

[You have three chances.]

Almost without time to think, Wen Jianyan looked at the man in front of him and said at top speed: “You never woke up!”

Clatter, clatter.

In mid-air, a delicate ten-sided die began to roll.

[27/20]

[Failure]

Wen Jianyan: “…”

My luck value, pull yourself together!

[You have two chances left.]

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth: “…You cannot harm me.”

Clatter, clatter.

[98/40]

[Critical Failure]

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Help.

[You have one chance left.]

The inorganic voice sounded again.

As time passed, Wen Jianyan’s body could no longer move. From the chest down, he had completely lost sensation.

The other party seemed to sense the unwillingness and resistance of the prey in his arms, his arms tightening in displeasure.

Accompanied by the groaning of bones, a gasp was choked in the depths of his throat.

Wen Jianyan’s vision went black. A hair-raising sensation came from the skin on the side of his neck.

The man buried his head in his neck, using the slippery, icy surface of his tongue to greedily lick the young man’s warm, pale neck. Sharp teeth nibbled on a bit of flesh, grinding finely, as if savoring delicious food.

…Of course, to the ghost before him, he indeed was delicious food.

Lick, lick, lick, lick my ass.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, revealing a ferocious smile. On the verge of near-death, he couldn’t care about anything else. Harboring a chest full of unvented anger, he spoke brazenly and with full malice:

“You love me to death and wish you could be my dog.”

Clatter, clatter.

[1/5]

[Critical Success]

[Lie Check Successful]

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Author’s Note:

Snuggle: Means to press up against and eat wifey.

Su Cheng: I told you, you’re definitely going to offend every single ghost in the entire instance.

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