Chapter 320

'That's a lie. Once I go down, they'll all be kicked out one after another. Judging from Qin Su's favoritism towards Class 6) and their intimidating behavior just now, they won't dare to target Qin Su and Class 6). So it's only natural that I become their target. They won't let me have an easy time either way, so I might as well let him squeeze out my last bit of value and gamble on it for myself.'

Fortunately, his previous series of crazy actions clearly expressed his strong resentment and were largely genuine, which allowed him to easily deceive the people he brought with him with just a few words.

Hearing the tentative whispers behind him cease after he spoke, Patrick finally said, "Let's go."

Patrick's words reassured the restless group who dared not make a move. They looked at each other, their eyes shining, and even the steps they took as they followed Patrick away were no longer as tense as when they first came out.

[Truth or falsehood is all a matter of will; Patrick's move is too insidious and completely devoid of morality.]

[Patrick: LOL, that's utterly immoral, OK?]

As Arnold and the other second group of tourists entered the visiting area, their minds went blank upon seeing the scene before them. They heard the Class 6 who had brought them in coldly say, "Ten minutes, see for yourselves, don't wander around, and leave as soon as you're done." Then they strode off towards the (Class 6 that had gathered in the distance, leaving the tourists staring at each other in disbelief.

All around, both above and on the ground, were heavily armed soldiers.

The people from Class 6 lined up neatly and adjusted the live broadcast camera to a direction where they couldn't be filmed. They didn't want others around them to judge from lip reading what they were saying that was 'unseemly,' so they tacitly chose to communicate online.

Do you think they're scared after this visual shock?

[Judging from their expressions, they all seem very uncomfortable. Whether they're scared or not, we can tell by whether they cause us any trouble later.]

[Isn't anyone curious why Kanasen isn't eating?]

[Jeffrey, seriously, everyone's questioning why we don't film Kanasen, but you're the only one concerned about whether Kanasen ate today. Kanasen's going to cry his eyes out!]

[Kanasen said: This concern is unnecessary!]

[...All you think about all day is food, don't you even see who would want to eat this?]

[Perhaps it's because it's not yet time for meals? After all, our Class Monitor seems like a very meticulous person, so it's normal for him to eat according to the standard time.]

[According to you, a day has 24 hours, and based on the Federation standard three-meal-a-day plan, the times are 8:00 AM, 12:00 PM, and 7:00 PM. There are five minutes left until 12:00 PM. In five minutes, we'll see if he eats and that'll tell us if the Class Monitor has arranged it that way.]

[If it's true, I really envy the second group of tourists. Although they didn't have us performing for them, they had the show arranged by the Class Monitor.]

[Does no one care how to clean up all those corpses around? I suggest we let the troops originally stationed in Clyus handle it themselves.]

[Good idea]

"..."

The second group of tourists looked at each other. They came from different planets, and only six people from each planet could enter. Before entering, all their weapons had been confiscated, leaving them helpless in this environment.

After a few seconds of silence, they resignedly turned their gaze to the human skeletons in the distant transparent cages, twitching as they showed them they were still alive, and to the horrified Kanasen hiding in the ruins, looking around in terror.

Ten minutes is not a short time for them, who are in a dangerous situation filled with the smell of death, and they become very careful while playing with the crickets.

"This is the first time in my life I've seen someone treat this hellish scene as a tourist attraction. Is it really necessary to go to such lengths just to scare us?"

"Tell me if you were scared or not, but what's the meaning of this (Class 6? They let us in but didn't care, and we're all huddled together without saying a word, and they're giving us weird looks? After looking at us, they all turned to look in Kanasen's direction without blinking, which made me feel uneasy. A bunch of weirdos. Did Patrick others get this kind of terrifying treatment inside? That was really scary, no wonder they all had such sour faces when they came out."

No, no, no, He Muzhi treated them very well, always addressing them with "you" (formal).

[Exactly, they can also watch bonus performances.]

[Why argue about who's better in such a terrible situation?]

"Doesn't anyone think Kanasen is lucky? He's done so many bad things and still lives a good life. Compared to him, everyone else is really pathetic."

"That's true. I'd rather live a life of shock than be torn to pieces. Anyway, I'm pretty thick-skinned. Kanasen even lost weight after being scared like that, so it's actually a good thing... Holy crap, what is Kanasen doing?!"

Several gasps rang out from the crowd, the chirping of crickets ceased, and everyone stared incredulously at Kanasen's actions.

Amidst the ruins, Kanasen lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs twisted in agony, his face contorted in a grotesque expression. It seemed his reason was desperately trying to restrain him from approaching the bloodied skeletons, but his limbs were completely disobedient, relentlessly crawling towards them, occasionally emitting muffled howls.

"Is he possessed by evil, by a demon?"

"Don't let your beliefs get out of control; nothing unscientific can exist in this world."

"Qin Su," Arnold said softly.

"... Ah, this..." The person who had been so confident was momentarily speechless, then immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I was speaking too loudly just now. Please pretend I didn't say anything, but the way my joints were resisting and being pulled so hard they were deformed, yet I was still being forced to move forward, really looked like I was being raped..."

"Pah, pah, pah, don't drag that into everything. Do you even know if Kanasen is worthy? It was clearly something Qin Su could do with a flick of his finger."

"Your perspective is too narrow; it's just a matter of a glance."

"No, no, it's just a thought. Does Kanasen even deserve Qin Su's attention?"

"... Stop arguing. According to you, Kanasen isn't even worthy of Qin Su 'thinking' about him, OK?"

"That's right!"

[Divine power, divine power from the God Su, my family! If you don't appear, you can do whatever you want to Kanasen!]

[Where did this chuunibyou come from? Drag him out!]

[Kanasen:?]

[Who knows why this attraction should be the main focus of Kanasen, but this group of people have completely veered their attention to Boss Su (laughing and crying)]

[When I came in later, I didn't know what those things crawling in the dark on the ground were at first. I thought they were some kind of insects. But after they made that comment, I instantly understood.]

At exactly 12:00 noon, the moment they saw Kanasen forced to move like a puppet, the group of students in Class 6 were shocked. They automatically blocked out the sounds of the second group of tourists and stared intently at Kanasen's every move. They watched as Kanasen, propelled by an invisible force, crawled to the front of the writhing, twitching, blood-soaked humanoid figures. Then, with a horrified expression, he stretched out his blood-stained hand and grabbed one of the arms that hadn't been cleaned properly. His neck was pressed forward, and his mouth was forcefully pried open by that invisible force, revealing teeth covered in black grime in the shrunken gaps. He opened his mouth and bit into a throbbing, twitching piece of bloody flesh, then tore it back, tearing the sticky muscles into his mouth. Then came Kanasen's chewing movements, his facial features flying wildly...

Everyone who witnessed this fell into an eerie silence because of this horrifying and disgusting scene, their faces showing expressions of disgust, fear, discomfort, and so on.

In the utter silence, the sounds of Kanasen chewing, tearing bones, or gnawing on Kanasen leg bone were all exceptionally clear.

"Vomit--"

Someone must have reached their limit, because they couldn't hold it in any longer and bent over to vomit.

This vomiting quickly spread from person to person, with many people vomiting profusely.

(Class 6 heard a chorus of vomiting sounds and desperately tried to hold back the urge to throw up. Even though they prided themselves on having followed Qin Su all this time and seen all sorts of things, this kind of scene was something they were not like Kanasen's group, at least not now. Guessing it was one thing, but seeing it with their own eyes was another. They still felt nauseous from the instinct that they could not accept it.

Ironically, anyone could vomit at the scene, but not Qin Su; those who had to maintain a formidable facade couldn't.

The scene was so disturbing that it was impossible to concentrate. Some tourists even vomited so badly they were completely disoriented and had to be carried out by their companions.

"We were all itching like crazy, and those guys from Class 6 just calmly watched us lose our composure and even remembered to kick us out right on time. I'm speechless."

"What? You want to keep watching? To be honest, the moment I saw Kanasen put... meat into his mouth, I turned around and wanted to run away, but they didn't say a word. Under those guns, I didn't dare to mention it. Now I can finally be free."

"Stop throwing up, stop throwing up! If you throw up outside, they might smell it and accidentally ejaculate..."

During the process of clearing out all irrelevant personnel, Class 6) didn't give a single glance; all their attention was on Kanasen, and they forced themselves to watch attentively, just like they did at school.

It wasn't until 12:30 that Kanasen, who had been forced to eat, seemed to lose control of his body. He suddenly collapsed to the ground like a dirty, discarded towel. After a long silence, someone in Class 6 finally spoke up.

The suggestion was just that—a suggestion. When they were busy, their mealtime was less than a minute. Given the circumstances, this suggestion was clearly another form of mental and physical torture for Kanasen.

Jeffrey murmured, "The mealtime is half an hour, not a second more or less, exactly the same as the Federation's recommended mealtime. Sophia, you really guessed right. The Class Monitor is really... meticulous to the point of being creepy. I've happily decided that I will be intermittently fasting for the next three days."

"That's called intermittent fasting, it's clearly because you're too disgusted to eat." Raymond rolled his eyes. "Useless."

If someone else had said that to Jeffrey, he would have jumped up and yelled back immediately. But the person who was yelling at him was Raymond, a guy who was so sick that he ended up in the hospital, pale and lying in bed, with doctors advising him to fast or eat a bland diet, and who could emerge one second from a pile of exploding, wriggling maggots and then the next second have a hearty appetite for a whole set of spicy and savory Raymond...

Forgive him for being unable to spit out anything in the face of Raymond's terrifying appetite.

"Alright," Sophia interrupted the students' thoughts, "The clearing force should arrive in about fifteen minutes. Let's think about how to deal with them now; after all, they're not our people."

"Yes, my suggestion is to follow the previous approach: each person takes a designated area and uses their own people to maintain order, so that everyone feels involved."

"OK."

OK.

This approach, which binds those who have boarded their respective boats more closely to themselves and fosters a sense of competition and mutual exclusion, is in the best interests of all (Class 6 attendees and was ultimately passed unanimously.

--

On the departing Spaceship, Patrick and his group watched the high-definition, uncensored content they had accessed through special channels, and were so aroused that their scalps tingled.

"Although I guessed what He Muzhi meant from his words,... when it actually happened and I saw it, it still gave me a real fright." Qiu Pang probed sincerely, "Are we really going to continue our confrontation?"

"Qiu Pang, you're really boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing your own. Don't you even remember why we weren't shown this horrifying feeding scene when we were here? It's because in He Muzhi's and the others' hearts, we're all from the Federation. There's no need to treat us like people from other non- Federation planets with such ruthless intimidation. In Class 6), we're closer to people from other planets. Isn't it normal competition until the very end, where everyone goes their own way? There's no need to overthink it. I'm sure the people in Class 6) understand, right?"

"Exactly, if you ask me, they may be ruthless, but they're still young. They think that because we're in the same Federation, they'll treat us like one of their own."

"..."

Hearing the string of agreement, Qiu Pang really wanted to retort, "Then shouldn't you have just kept quiet and accepted their kindness?"

Despite his thoughts, Qiu Pang, a former double agent, knew very well that no one here truly trusted him. He had no right to refute them. He also deeply understood that everyone probably thought that with Patrick leading the charge, even if something went wrong, Patrick would be there to take the fall. If they won, they could not only maintain everything they had before, but also reclaim what they had lost. Even if they lost, they would at most be affected, and wouldn't suffer the same miserable fate as Patrick, who had stuck his neck out. That's why they were stirring up trouble and enjoying the spectacle.

After a moment of internal struggle, Qiu Pang ultimately just smiled and let it go in the face of the rebuttals and doubts directed at him.

Patrick had no intention of getting involved with the group behind him. He simply faced the Transparent Wall of the Spaceship alone, seemingly staring at the streaks of light generated by the rapid Hyperspace Jumps outside, but in reality, he was observing the expressions on every face behind him through the wall.

Seeing the fleeting look of embarrassment on Qiu Pang's face, he suddenly spoke up, "Is there any possibility...?"

Patrick spoke up, and the jeers immediately ceased. Everyone's attention shifted from refuting Qiu Pang's brainwashing and comforting rhetoric to Patrick.

Patrick didn't turn around, continuing his unfinished sentence in his usual tone, "They think what you all just saw will happen again for some time to come, so it doesn't matter whether they show it to us or not. Anyway, none of us here can resist our curiosity and won't try to see it again through various means. What difference does it make whether it's sooner or later?"

With just one sentence, he sided with Qiu Pang and refuted the voices that had been directed at Qiu Pang.

No one expected Patrick had been silent all along, to suddenly speak. The others' faces immediately turned sour. They wanted to say something, but the other person was Patrick, the helmsman of their ship in the situation where the Federation (Class 6 was the only one in power. They still needed Patrick to protect them. No matter how many thoughts they had, they could only keep quiet at this moment.

[The part about "one mountain is always higher than another"]

[On protecting one's own]

[Only I can doubt you; everyone else should step aside.]

[You didn't expect that, did you? Because when you were there, even Class 6 didn't know Kanasen's eating time. It was all just a coincidence.]

After a five-second silence, Patrick turned to the tense crowd, smiled, and said in a relaxed tone, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"Haha, really...?"

"I knew it immediately."

Regardless of what everyone was thinking, Patrick took the initiative to ease the tense atmosphere and immediately joined in with a smile.

Qiu Pang was surprised that Patrick would speak up for him. His stiff face softened a little, and although he didn't say anything, he looked in Patrick's direction.

Patrick glanced at Qiu Pang, then walked past the crowd amidst their forced smiles and perfunctory remarks, heading towards the cockpit.

--

The finishing touches on the Setini Palace lasted for six days.

On the seventh day, He Muzhi stood at the 'heart' of the Setini Palace, which had been bombed into ruins, and declared that the Ossotalia Empire no longer existed.

On the eighth day, the planet where the Ossotalia Empire is located publicly requested to join the Federation and become one of the planets under Federation jurisdiction.

On the ninth day, some of the other planets that originally belonged to the Ossotalia Empire joined the Federation, while others declared independence.

On the tenth day, apart from leaving a portion of the army to be stationed on various planets in the name of joining the Federation with the original Ossotalia Empire, the vast majority of Class 6) withdrew to the Federation.

Starting on the twelfth day, everyone in Class 6) spared no effort to travel to various planets that requested to join the Federation, using every possible way to make a grand appearance in front of the camera.

For a long time afterward, all the students from Class 6) who had entered the 'heart' of the Setini Palace attracted a lot of attention and became the undisputed focus.

During this period, Qin Su never appeared, but every time the members of Class 6 made a high-profile appearance, it was accompanied by everyone searching for Qin Su's whereabouts. Since the Clyus incident, everyone in Class 6, regardless of what they thought of Qin Su, was happy to see this happen and frantically used Qin Su to boost their own chances.

What exactly happened when Qin Su appeared in Clyus? What methods did Qin Su lead Class 6) Class 6 the people he brought in to so quickly, peacefully, and with such strong targeting dismantle the Ossotalia Empire? These questions naturally fascinate the world, prompting people to repeatedly seek the truth from those who had been to Clyus.