This was the most typical European orphanage in the early 20th century. There was nothing special or new around it, and the entire building was made of wood.
Because it was exposed to the rainy season all year round, the wood underground had long been damp. In addition to the lack of resources during wartime, both oil lamps and electric lamps could not be lit. The night was dark.
There was an endless rainstorm outside.
Thousands of raindrops the size of beans poured down from the sky as if there was no end to them. They were like giant beasts with their fangs and bloody mouths wide open.
The old-fashioned building, which was so old-fashioned that it was about to decay like the ashes of a coffin, was creaking and rumbling.
Every sound was like stepping on a person's heart. It made people's hearts jump and their souls fly out of their bodies.
All the trainees who were still alive were all trembling and curled up in the pitch-black darkness. They stuffed their bodies and heads into the cramped, damp wooden lattices. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.
It was also fortunate that they were now six years old. If they were adults, they would not have been able to hide outside these dog holes.
Everyone was waiting, silently and hopelessly praying for the arrival of the last moment.
In the distance, the bell rang again.
"Ring, ring, ring …"
Intertwined with the sound of the distant rain, the sound of the resentful bell was still as cold and ominous as ever. It continued to hover, filled with an indescribably terrifying whisper.
It was time to assemble again.
The bodies of the trainees who were lucky enough to survive trembled violently.
"What should we do?"
After so many days of laying the groundwork with the blood of countless people, the trainees naturally understood the meaning behind the sound of the resentful bell.
Every time the resentful bell rang, the trainees had to go to the first floor at the bottom of the orphanage to assemble.
The most terrifying thing was that there was a very strict limit on the number of trainees who could assemble each time.
Sometimes, the people who went down to assemble could survive.
But sometimes, the people who went down to assemble would become fresh sacrifices to the resentful bell and die without a complete corpse.
What was even more terrifying was that there was no trace of it. Unless a trainee was lucky a few days ago and received a dry broken finger from the orphanage director who did not have any eyeballs. Only then would they be able to offset the curse of the resentful bell once.
However, a few days ago, all the trainees had avoided the vengeful spirit of the orphanage director.
After all, who would raise their head and try to reason with a malicious spirit the first time they met one? It would be good enough if they didn't die from fright when they saw the dried corpse hanging from the ceiling. Even if they stumbled and ran away, they wouldn't realize that the other party was just angry and didn't have any killing intent.
It was also because they missed this huge clue that led to the tragic deaths of thousands of trainees in the following days, just as Zhuge An had predicted.
Everyone's Main Storyline Quest was different. Everyone had their own goals, and no one would be kind enough to pay attention to or help others.
But what was even more frightening was that almost everyone had two fixed main quests.
That was, after completing his main quest, he still needed to survive until the instance dungeon closed.
The Resentment Bell was still ringing.
At this moment, a cold mechanical voice suddenly came from the endless rain.
[The seven-day countdown is up.]
[Excluding 15 people who did not complete the main mission, remaining survivors: 251]
All the trainees were overjoyed.
There was nothing more exhilarating than waiting in anxiety and confusion to finally welcome the end and hope.
[Please wait a moment, the main system is evaluating …]
[Super S Instance Dungeon: The Indescribable Orphanage, spatial coordinates locked.]
[Spatial teleportation will begin in 30 seconds. Teleportation location: Studio.]
It was also at this moment that the smiles of countless people in the darkness froze on their faces forever.
Behind them, a pale and cold hand suddenly reached out from the narrow darkness. In the next second, it dragged them into the "dog hole" that was only a few inches in diameter.
No one knew what was inside the dog hole. There was once a trainee who tried to look into the bottomless darkness.
In the next second, he suddenly lost his mind and bit his fingers until they were dripping with blood, leaving only two strings of bloody white bones. As he chuckled, he crazily crawled into the bottomless hole.
Ironically, only the grid connected to the dog hole could not be discovered by the "Resentment Bell" outside.
But before this, no one would have thought that the thing in the dog hole would skip the hide-and-seek stage and directly drag people in.
This time, it was Zhuge An who spoke.
Almost a second after the main system's voice fell, the black-haired man reacted. He was the first to nimbly roll out of the grid and rushed toward the bottom of the orphanage, shouting, "Come out quickly!"
"This is a super S Instance Dungeon. There is no possibility of time suspension!"
His words woke everyone up from their dreams.
After the trainees heard the main system's announcement, they all breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their vigilance.
Because of their habitual thinking, all the other Instance Dungeons, including the S Instance Dungeons, would fall into a state of frozen color and time suspension after the main system's announcement. This was also the stage that everyone jokingly called the resurrection stage.
But this was a super S Instance Dungeon. In terms of level, it was not much different from the real world.
Even if the main system was a high-dimensional artificial intelligence, it was still far from the level of controlling an entire plane. At most, it could interfere.
But to pause the time of an entire plane —
How was that possible?
Therefore, no one would have thought that the 30 seconds that everyone jokingly called the resurrection stage would actually become the final time for the Grim Reaper to claim their lives!
Thousands of withered and pale hands reached out from the dog holes. Countless hanged figures swayed in the wind from the beams of the house. White dresses that had turned yellow after settling down for an unknown number of years fluttered in the wind. The bloodstains on them had long dried into black spots.
Together with the only hanging kerosene lamp, the resentment bell finally revealed its true appearance.
The originally simple and old copper yellow exterior seemed to have a layer of bright paint on it. The bell was nourished by these fresh souls and resentment and shone even more brightly.
The next one to react was No. 2.
Immediately after, the other seven S Instance Dungeons reacted almost at the same time. Some of them took out their last trump card or special items that they had kept hidden.
Everyone was running. No one dared to stop.
In the darkness, the only thing that could be heard was the sharp and terrified screams that rose and fell around them.
However, these screams usually only lasted for a moment.
After a moment, everything returned to the sound of rain.
With nowhere to go, the urgency and panic that would befall them at any moment spread silently in the cold and gloomy orphanage.
Thirty seconds became exceptionally long.
The Exorcist felt an ice-cold hand on his shoulder.
He made a prompt decision and used the special item that he had been holding in his hand. His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, narrowly avoiding this attack.
The Exorcist, who had escaped a fatal disaster, felt his limbs turn cold and his heart beat like thunder.
No one knew better than him the resentment contained in that withered hand. If he had been a second later, he would have lost all ability to move and been dragged back to the dog holes with his stiff body.
This wasn't the scariest thing.
The scariest thing was that the Exorcist remembered that he was one of the first few people to run out. Even he had been targeted by the Ghost Hands, let alone the others.
It was clearly only thirty seconds, but it was longer than a century.
At this moment, Fan Zhuo, who was also in the darkness, felt a familiar smell of fresh blood.
Although he had been stripped of his vampire bloodline, he was still sensitive to fresh blood.
Not to mention, this wasn't just a little bit of blood. It was unbelievably thick. As long as one was nearby, they could smell it.
At this moment, all the Ghost Hands that had reached out stopped.
The next second, they all crazily reached out to the place where the fresh blood was gushing out.
Lightning struck the ground, and in an instant, flashes of lightning illuminated the scene.
The black-haired man stood in place, holding a knife in one hand and cutting open his left arm with the other.
The Wraiths that smelled his blood went crazy.
At the end of their vision, the densely packed pale arms gathered together like an endless sea, stabbing toward Zhuge An in the center. There were even many Ghost Hands that gave up on the prey that they could have easily dragged away and joined the army.
Not only that, but Wraiths were also continuously appearing from the dog holes. The scene made one's hair stand on end and their scalps go numb.
At this point, how could the other survivors not understand?
This was clearly Master Zhuge using himself as bait to save them!
This matter was too shocking, and it had nothing to do with Zhuge An's usual reputation.
It was precisely because of this that people felt so shocked and speechless.
At this moment, regardless of whether they had a grudge or not with No.3, or whether they were prejudiced against him.
Everyone sincerely prayed for a miracle to happen.
However, Zhuge An, who was in the center of their vision, closed his eyes tightly and didn't move.
Just as the first Ghost Hand was about to touch his clothes, the six-year-old boy slowly moved his other hand in front of him.
A dried-up severed finger lay quietly in the palm of his hand.
In an instant, the whole world froze.
[Thirty seconds have passed. Space transfer commencing …]
.....
The studio was still the same as when the trainees left. It was dazzling, and the lights were flashing.
However, there was only one person in the entire hall now.
Tokumon sat in No.10's seat. It was rare that he wasn't holding the Fat House Happy Drink in his hand. His face was full of anxiety.
If it were any other time, when there was no one in the studio, he would definitely call out the main system and jog all the way to No.1's seat to take a few photos of himself as a memento.
However, he wasn't in the mood at all.
It had been two hours since the Yin Yang Master returned to the trainees' dormitory.
During these two hours, he experienced the bizarre experience of accidentally entering No.1's dormitory and being thrown into the sea.
However, when Tokumon felt that he seemed to know some shocking secret and hurriedly ran to No.9's dormitory to knock on the door, there was no one inside. There was no answer.
He paid survival points and used his Level S authority to find out that Magician didn't come back with him at all.
What the hell.
The Yin Yang Master thought sadly.
He didn't look like the kind of person who was noble enough to give the opportunity to survive to others, but he did something like this.
Therefore, in the next hour, he anxiously and loyally waited for a miracle to happen.
Magician could definitely create a miracle.
Just like on the stage when everyone was worried that he wouldn't be able to escape from the cage containing the shark, the next second he appeared in the crowd as if nothing had happened, smiling and bowing to everyone.
Definitely.