Chapter 106

"Each of you take photos and save them, then fill them into the form in the group." Qin Su sent a blank form as a required field in the announcement.

Confused, the group didn't hesitate and quickly drove their Warships toward their target, picking up the largest and most perfectly shaped chunks of worm meat.

That would make it more obvious, increasing the chances of Qin Su seeing it.

Amidst the mountains of Zerg Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, the entire 1st Brigade bent their heads and searched diligently. Their eyes held no fear of the Zerg's severed limbs; only the pursuit of 'perfection' remained.

[It really looks like layers of delicious jam]

[You guys must be really hungry]

He Muzhi selected a large piece of Insect Meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat and distinct muscle texture. He cut it into squares, took a 'passport photo' of it, uploaded it to the group's form, and wrote its name on it.

After uploading, He Muzhi looked through the 'ID photos' that other classmates had taken of the insects and found that none of them were as well-cropped as his. Satisfied, he closed the page and looked at the Mecha where Qin Su was.

Qin Su remained inside the Mecha, so he couldn't deduce the reason for Qin Su issuing the order from Qin Su's expression.

"I must say, this blood smells quite good, just like the data says. I wonder what it tastes like to drink."

"No matter how delicious it is, you can't drink it raw; you have to cook it. I don't even know if it will still smell good after cooking."

"Whatever, at least its current fragrance can stop me from smelling the stench of the dead bugs I killed yesterday."

The hot and humid environment meant that even from a distance, the students present could smell the stench of decay emanating from afar amidst the aroma of fresh meat.

Is it possible that the foul smell you have isn't necessarily coming from afar, but is emanating from yourself?

"Huh?" The operation was over, and the nearby insects had been eliminated to the point of being undetectable. The surrounding area was filled with classmates, so it was considered safe. A puzzled student removed his helmet, unbuttoned his Combat Suit, and sniffed. He immediately recoiled from the pungent, overpowering stench he'd smelled on the Prisoners ' corpses the day before. "This smell is so peculiar, so incredibly awful!"

It really did come from him.

"Actually, it's not just you, I have it on me too, and I've smelled it on other classmates as well."

"The Commander 1 personally stirred them... Won't their brains smell bad?"

"How could that be! The Commander 1 of us, how could he possibly be so easily tainted by such worldly concerns?"

"That's right," Raymond affirmed strongly. "Commander 1 hasn't been touched by my aura, so why should those Prisoners?"

"?"

Raymond was immediately subjected to death stares from a group of people.

"Raymond, no offense, but your ulterior motives are too obvious."

"Um..." Samuel offered a sincere suggestion, "If you want to know if those wretched Prisoners have any disgusting stench, just find an opportunity to get up close and smell it."

"...!"

Samuel's words immediately lit up everyone's eyes.

"So here's the problem: we all smell like Prisoners. How can we, covered in that stench, be worthy of smelling Commander 1?"

Samuel continued bluntly, "It's simple, just pick one that smells the least."

Everyone suddenly understood, and without saying a word, they simply sniffed each other, tacitly choosing the person with the 'least smell'.

The sound from the Full-Band Communication caught He Muzhi's attention. He Muzhi temporarily shifted his gaze from Qin Su to the pile of blood and flesh that was more than a meter thick on the ground below.

When they approached the Prisoner's corpse, they should have been first struck by the stench of blood. After all, their bodies were covered in blood, almost flowing from the three bloody wounds that stretched to the floor. The place where they died was smeared with blood, and the stench was indescribable and unlike anything they had ever smelled before.

The students are right. These days, no matter what kind of insect corpse it is, its freshness and unpolluted living environment make it not only exceptionally cute in their eyes, but also somewhat 'fragrant'.

Only...

Does the "others who smell bad" that my classmates are talking about include myself?

He Muzhi thought of how he had frantically washed himself in the dormitory last night, and then lowered his head to sniff the air with concern.

A faint, familiar scent wafted into his nostrils. He Muzhi: "..."

It seems I haven't washed it enough.

[Everyone has hair... oh no, they smell bad (pinch her nose and run away)]

[This update is so good!]

[The Corpse Stench! Close contact is one thing, but these students... who have become unrecognizable and increasingly insane because of Qin Su, even touched it. I even suspect that the clothes of the group of cannibalistic Prisoners are covered in aged corpse oil from different bodies. That oil seeped into their skin and clothes as they were touched, and the smell can't be dispelled by taking a bath.]

[Seriously, I'm also curious if Qin Su has a smell. If he does... well, just imagining it is unbearable.]

Inside the Mecha.

The 1st Brigade consisted of nearly 30,000 people. Qin Su didn't have time to read the comments. He was busy clicking on the pictures and insect names uploaded by his classmates, categorizing them one by one so that when they returned to the Jump Point, the same insect meat would be placed in the same place to avoid confusion and affecting the 'food review' conclusion. At the same time, he wrote his personal evaluation of each type of insect meat.

The evaluation included all aspects that Qin Su could see, such as fat layers, appearance, differences between different parts, etc.

At the same time, Zhang Minglang, who was under pressure from all sides and responsible for monitoring the real-time kill data of the entire 1st Brigade, saw that the kill count had stopped jumping and deduced that the 1st Brigade had temporarily ended the battle. With a clear objective, he adjusted his mental adjustment ranking and scrolled down to the bottom.

Qin Su came in last place.

Second to last is He Muzhi.

Third to last, Pulis.

Fourth from last, Fiona.

The rankings clearly showed Zhang Minglang that the bottom 100 were dominated by the top-ranked students from the 59 Classes of the 1st Brigade, led by Qin Su.

Zhang Minglang: "..."

No matter the method, even if it's just once, they'll do anything to get closer to Qin Su.

For this, he was willing to go against his competitive nature.

Meanwhile, the bottom-ranked members of 1st Brigade, despite being at the very bottom in terms of overall strength, achieved the highest number of kills this time, with very little difference between them.

Zhang Minglang didn't know if the 'underachievers' felt guilty, but as a bystander and a sycophant, he felt very guilty.

"What's the point of calling it the Fourth Military Academy? From the moment Qin Su transferred Fourth Military Academy, it should just be renamed 'Qin Su School.'"

"I guarantee that enrollment will be incredibly fast from now on. Gathering children from the top families across all planets will be a piece of cake, making other schools green with envy."

[Fourth Military Academy - Arrow Qin Su: I'll just wash my hands and become your subordinate.]

[Regarding admissions to other schools: He spoke at length about the achievements of previous recruitment drives, their cultural heritage, school-level reputation, faculty strength, etc.]

[Fourth Military Academy: You know Qin Su, right? He's from our school (smiling)]

Before Zhang Minglang could even savor the prospect of attending the Fourth Military Academy, he received familiar greetings for Qin Su from various parties. Pulling back his wandering thoughts, he instinctively took a screenshot of Qin Su's 0-point score.

They remained silent about the abnormalities of the other students who were under Qin Su's control.

--

To prevent the Spaceship remaining at the Jump Point from being taken away by the Prisoners during their midday exercise and causing further trouble, Blumer also ended the morning's Purge operation and led the students back to the Jump Point.

On his way back, Blumer thought that Qin Su should have stopped fighting like him before he dared to contact his friend in the 1st Brigade, Anthony (Class 6), to inquire about the situation.

[Blumer: Honey, how's everything going over there?]

[Anthony: Just say it.] Every time Blumer calls him "darling," it's never a good sign.

[Blumer: Why didn't you guys post kill screenshots on the Forums this time?]

The previous two times, the students in Class 6 showed off and made others envious and jealous. This time, the 59 Classes. Given everyone's longing for Qin Su, there should be a lot of posts showing off.

The fact is that not a single post mentioned the actual combat content of the 1st Brigade this time.

The members of 1st Brigade seemed so busy that they had forgotten about the Forum.

He even suspected that Qin Su had forcefully 'removed' the button for them to post.

[Anthony: Because it's unnecessary; we have more important things to do.]

Qin Su deliberately kept his kill count at 0, and even protected the kill count of the weaker players. It seems that the Class Advisor was also keeping it from them, not revealing anything on the Forum.

They seriously discussed many possibilities in the group chat without Qin Su, and concluded that ' Qin Su is retaliating against the school for changing its policies frequently and can't afford to play games.'

As the absolute beneficiaries, they naturally couldn't expose Qin Su's plan in advance.

[Anthony: Focus on yourself, don't pry into the rest. I'm busy picking up the pieces, bye!]

Qin Su made them pick up the flesh of insects... They secretly guessed that Qin Su probably wanted them to eat it.

Even though... many people find it disgusting, it's Qin Su's order. Perhaps Qin Su is training them to accept and tolerate food, and they have quietly prepared themselves mentally to swallow different kinds of insect meat chunks.

To make it easier for them to accept later, they all chose the parts of the insect that they could tolerate.

[Blumer:... Okay.]

It seems he won't get any useful information out of him, but... picking up meat?

Blumer was completely confused, wondering if Anthony was in such a rush that he had misread the word when replying.

--

At 11:59, the entire 1st Brigade returned to the Jump Point Platform.

The moment they landed, everyone's eyes instinctively looked down.

At this time yesterday, Prisoners at the bottom of the prison swarmed around the elevator doors waiting to open, fighting tooth and nail for a chance to escape their hellish existence, resulting in countless deaths.

Today, all the Prisoners tacitly stayed away from the elevator area.

In the already overcrowded prison, the Prisoners squeezed to the back to make room.

"..."

Seeing this, the members of the group unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that the Prisoners were frightened by their Commander and would rather give up this precious opportunity to exercise than come up again.

' Qin Su won't let them live; only a lunatic would come up here.'

'That's for the best. Those who aren't mentally prepared and can't convince themselves yet... at least for now, they won't have to turn their weapons against humans.'

The members of the 1st Brigade, who had been on tenterhooks, gradually relaxed and focused their attention on He Muzhi.

While they were picking up the meat, they quickly selected the person who smelled the least like Prisoner and who dared to approach Qin Su.

Noticing the attention coming from all directions from his classmates, He Muzhi looked at Qin Su guiltily.

The moment He Muzhi looked over, he heard Qin Su's icy voice say to him, "He Muzhi, come here."

Qin Su emerged from the Mecha, stepped onto the new Warship, and teleported to a suitable attack position. After speaking to He Muzhi Qin Su, he stood still and then addressed the other students, "Put the pieces of meat we brought back into their designated areas."

He Muzhi: "!"

Other members. "!"

"Yes!"

Despite their guilty consciences, they watched in astonishment as Qin Su instantly moved to the top of the outer perimeter of the prison near the ventilation window. Their voices responded with a strong and resounding tone.

He Muzhi followed Qin Su's example, quickly moving behind Qin Su on Warship and following Qin Su's line of sight.

Upon seeing the latest categorization map posted by Qin Su in the group chat, the other students carefully arranged the pieces of meat they had brought back without hesitation.

The area was small, and they figured it was most likely for them to eat themselves. To make it easier for them to take what they wanted, they stacked the food neatly, and then all their eyes turned to the direction where Qin Su and He Muzhi were.

He Muzhi was under immense pressure. He also wanted to get closer to Qin Su to complete the 'task' his classmates had given him, but he and Qin Su weren't on the same Warship, so he couldn't do it for the time being.

The Prisoners below saw the Meat Mountain stacked on top of them, and then the black-haired man watching them from the air vent. They retreated further and further away from the elevator, some of them being squeezed and trampled into the sticky, squelching substance under their feet, but the situation did not stop.

They had already witnessed the black-haired man's methods firsthand yesterday.

The Pheromone levels of those who went up yesterday were among the best. When all ten of them released their Pheromones together, while the other students were so uncomfortable that they couldn't control their limbs and lost the ability to resist, the black-haired Alpha who was the leader among them did not show the slightest discomfort in his expression or body language.

This indicates that the Alph pheromone levels of the black hair are far superior to theirs.

It's true they were driven to the brink of madness by their imprisonment, but they could still distinguish between a cowardly, defenseless death and a dramatic, triumphant death—a death marked by unilateral crushing and then recapture, a death of exhilaration and triumph before their inevitable demise.

'So what if the black-haired Alpha is strong? Can he go inside and grab them to their deaths?'

'As long as they don't go up there, they won't die.'

The Prisoners never imagined that the cage that was supposed to confine them would one day become their sanctuary.

Qin Su ignored the stares around him, focusing his attention on the Prisoners.

It was midnight, and as expected, the Prisoners below refused to enter the open elevator.

The elevator doors remained open. According to the program settings, if no Prisoner entered between 12:00 and 2:00, the elevator would stop operating precisely at 2:00.

He couldn't waste the students' hard work; he had to get the Prisoners up as soon as possible.

So...

"He Muzhi, boom!" Qin Su tucked his own agenda into the order, "I want to see ten Prisoners enter the elevator within one minute."

He was only responsible for issuing orders. He didn't care how He Muzhi carried out the orders or whether Prisoners were killed in the process; he only cared about the results.

A minute isn't a long time; he didn't give He Muzhi much time to think.

There are many killers skilled in disguise: a child dressed in tattered clothes on the roadside, an ordinary passenger on Train with a numb expression who seems to be driven mad by life, a repairman, a Secretary, an assistant, a driver... and so on.

If He Muzhi really blasted these heinous Prisoners to death here, He Muzhi would find it hard to accept it in the short term.

It's much better than being forced to take matters into his own hands for the first time in the future, pointing weapons at others who want his life but haven't shown too much of a demonic side to He Muzhi in a short period of time.

With this 'experience' as a foundation, He Muzhi will find it easier to accept things in the future, whether it's taking action or his psychological acceptance.

By putting pressure on He Muzhi, Qin Su was able to gracefully withdraw from the fray.

Qin Su retreated behind He Muzhi, seemingly not urging him, but in reality, his eyes were fixed on He Muzhi, creating an invisible pressure on He Muzhi, shortening his thinking time and speeding up his actions.

The direction Qin Su was looking, Qin Su's assertive tone... He Muzhi looked down at the bottom of the prison and immediately understood Qin Su's meaning, his heart racing in an instant.

But Qin Su was standing right behind him, making his muscles tense.

Under both physical and psychological pressure, He Muzhi had no time to think too much. His body instinctively picked up the weapon suitable for long-range attacks—a high-energy particle cannon weighing seventy kilograms.

With 140 pounds on his shoulders, He Muzhi increased the magnification of his Visual Helmet's scope, not daring to hesitate for too long, aimed at the closest point to an elevator, and fired.

'These Prisoners got here by stepping over several lives; they'll understand that I'm threatening them.'

Boom!

With this thought in mind, He Muzhi saw the shells explode in the open space.

When a Prisoner was injured in the explosion, He Muzhi's heart tightened. But when he realized no one had died, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

After that breath subsided, He Muzhi belatedly realized what he was thinking. His whole body stiffened, and he dared not turn around, afraid of seeing Qin Su's disappointed expression. As if to hide it, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and he fired another Particle Bullet.

Another shell exploded, and again no one was killed, but excrement filled the air.

The Transparent Wall that had been blasted open by the Particle Bullet was covered in excrement; some Prisoners had it smeared all over their faces, while others had it stuffed into their mouths.

The scene became chaotic, and the Prisoners looked extremely grim.

'No wonder he's the little pervert raised by that big pervert; he's clearly doing this on purpose to humiliate them!'

The Prisoners, having reached their breaking point and unwilling to endure the "flying through the air" a third time, rioted without even looking at who was in front of them, shoving people into the elevator in the shortest possible time.

A living being was detected in the elevator, and the elevator started to ascend.

The Prisoners breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the elevator recede into the distance.

[Discard the ammunition and blow up the latrine.]

[No, no, no, you've really misunderstood Qin Su this time. He doesn't care about being insulted at all. He was just trying to force He Muzhi Qin Su kill someone.]

[You guessed right. Qin Su didn't make a move at first yesterday because he was waiting for He Muzhi to do so. Now he's dropped the pretense and isn't letting the other students cover for him, directly letting He Muzhi break away from the others to attack. Isn't that pushing him too far?]

[It's one thing to be a pervert yourself, but you also have to taint good people before you're satisfied? You can't stand seeing others do well?]

[Um... how about we switch to our Raymond?]

"..."

Qin Su ignored the criticism from the comments section. He was temporarily devoid of morality; all he knew was that He Muzhi had twice insisted on the principle of only affecting the affected and not killing them, which dashed his malicious expectations once again.

'A little frustrated.'

Seeing the ten elevators ascend, He Muzhi's heart didn't settle down; instead, he felt a crawling unease all over his body. His voice, when reporting to Qin Su, lacked its previous confidence. "Report, mission complete."

After finishing his dry, monotonous speech, He Muzhi breathed softly, anxiously awaiting Qin Su's 'judgment'.

If yesterday he was overthinking things, Qin Su calling him out alone today and ordering him to take action was a clear indication of his intentions.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't do it, disappointing Qin Su.

Qin Su quickly composed himself and spoke again, his voice devoid of any hint of disappointment, simply replying, "Mm."

Having suffered a crushing defeat here, Qin Su prepared to make up for it elsewhere. With a soft "hmm," he turned and steered the Warship back to the platform, saying to his classmates, "Drag them out."

He Muzhi can't be relied on for the time being; we'll have to make an example of him ourselves.

"Good!"

The other students were simply asked to drag people up, and it was easy to accept that there wasn't too much. In less than three seconds, ten Prisoners were forcibly dragged out of the elevator with weapons pointed at them.

The Prisoners who were dragged out. "..."

'The students who were afraid of them yesterday, now they dare to touch them?'

'As expected of soldiers trained by a monster, their monster speed is also monster.'

Knowing that their Pheromone levels were lower than the black-haired man's, the Prisoners lost their usual arrogance, trembling and silent, only bowing their heads.

Qin Su disembarked from the Warship, walked to a point three steps away from the Prisoners, stopped, lowered his eyes, and said, "Raise your heads."