Blue Kill—
An eye-catching superstar in the world of examination players.
[Player: Blue Kill]
[Vitality: 110] (Your tenacious life force allows you to endure far more than most)
[Stamina: 366] (You could haul bricks for three days straight and not get tired)
[Strength: 523] (You can shatter armor with a single punch—effortlessly)
[Luck: 53] (Good fortune finds you more often than others)
[Brainpower: 89] (You've outwitted 98% of your peers)
[Spiritual Strength: 98] (Even in prolonged tension, your psyche remains rock-solid)
[Skill: Detective]
[Comprehensive Evaluation: B]
After just one month in the game, you've climbed to 98th on the overall rankings. Your rise is unstoppable.
After two exam cycles, Blue Kill had already scored 60 points.
But for someone like him, 60 was only the beginning.
He had cleared 30 dungeons. In each one, he ranked #1 among all players. Blue Kill wasn't just passing—he was aiming for perfection.
He stood at the edge of the school bus platform, blocking the door like a silent guardian.
His gaze lowered onto the top student standing near the entrance—like a hunter staring at prey.
Blue Kill repeated calmly, "No one gets on the bus until my teammates arrive."
It was a calculated decision.
His teammates were scattered. There were no death announcements yet, which meant they were alive—but not here.
To ensure seats would remain for them, Blue Kill took it upon himself to guard the entrance.
"So… sorry."
The top student looked around, confused. He now realized why others had arrived but hadn't gotten on the bus.
But he was a survivor—a man of reason. A top student who believed only in logic and results.
He pushed his glasses up.
"I want to get on. Please move aside."
Blue Kill didn't budge.
"Excuse me," the student said again, stepping forward.
Blue Kill calmly extended an arm, resting it lightly on the student's shoulder.
"You can't get on yet."
The student frowned and tried to slip past him.
But Blue Kill's grip tightened.
A bone-crunching scream tore through the air.
"Aaaagh!!"
With one hand, Blue Kill crushed the student's shoulder. His expression never changed.
He calmly shattered the other shoulder too.
Then, without a word, he hurled the student ten meters away like discarded trash.
The boy hit the ground screaming, blood soaking through his school uniform.
Blue Kill returned to his position in front of the bus door, face cold and unshaken.
His gaze swept the candidates nearby—silently daring anyone else to try.
The method of killing one to warn many had worked since ancient times.
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This brutal scene sparked an immediate division among the watching candidates.
Some were horrified, others impressed.
As the injured student bled out, the debate reached its climax:
"He's too cruel!"
"No, he's smart. He's just protecting his team."
But Blue Kill didn't care.
Whether they hated or worshiped him—he was trending. The controversy only gave him more attention.
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"Candidate Xu Lin of Room 4102 has died. Ten points will be deducted."
The announcement echoed from the school's speakers.
At that very moment, Lucas and his four teammates stepped out of the trail, finally emerging from the haunted path.
The good mood that had followed them quickly evaporated.
"That's twenty points gone already..."
"We're done for. No chance at a perfect score now..."
Yet instead of fear, they felt gratitude—they were alive and on their way to the bus.
All four looked up toward the front of the group—toward Lucas.
He, on the other hand, had noticed something at the school gate.
"The man with blue eyes..."
Lucas's eyes narrowed as he studied the scene.
Two people were already seated on the school bus.
A man with blue eyes stood in front of the entrance, preventing anyone else from boarding.
More and more candidates gathered nearby, but no one dared get on.
The body of the academic student from earlier still lay nearby—a chilling reminder of what would happen if they tried.
"Blocking access to the bus, huh? Clever tactic..."
Suddenly, his system triggered an internal scan.
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[System modeling complete…]
[Danger level analysis based on host's strength…]
[Candidate Jason – No Threat]
[Candidate Mark – No Threat]
[…]
[Player Trevor – Low-Level Threat]
[…]
[Player Blue Kill – HIGH-LEVEL THREAT]
"Hiss…"
Lucas sucked in a sharp breath.
The situation was already dangerous, and now a high-level threat stood guard at the school bus.
Lucas's cautious personality kicked in.
Storming the bus head-on? Not the safest choice.
He turned around and walked away.
His teammates looked confused.
"Wait, the bus is right there. Why aren't we going?"
"Yeah, if we wait too long, all our points will be wasted…"
Lucas casually returned the kitchen knife to its sheath.
"I thought of a safer, more efficient way to rack up points."
The four teammates exchanged glances.
But Lucas had already led them safely through a path full of ghosts—how could they doubt him now?
They gathered close as he spoke with earnest intensity.
"I need you all to help me with something."
The young representative stepped forward again, curious yet cautious.
"What kind of help?"
Lucas smiled warmly and reassured him.
"Don't worry. Just need you to run around and move some things. It'll be completely safe."
The teammates looked at each other, skeptical.
"Really? That's all?"
Lucas didn't elaborate. Instead, he accessed his game store.
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[Confirm Search?]
→ Confirm
[Items Sorted…]
[Confirm Purchase?]
→ Buy
[System Notice: You've spent 50,000 points.]
A devious glint flashed in Lucas's eyes.
The crisis wasn't over—
It was just beginning.
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