That was how missions were.
No matter how distinguished your former status was, or how much you had achieved in the past.
Even if you possessed numerous sin objects, a brilliant mind, and extraordinary courage, death could come in an instant.
Perhaps the slightest lapse, the tiniest mistake, was all it took to bring about a tragedy.
Against the snowy night, Lu Chen's steadily melting face looked as though sulfuric acid had eaten away at it, a sight both sickening and terrifying.
Ai Chan had not even caught what Lu Chen was saying as his mouth opened and closed. The first thing Ai Chan felt upon seeing that face was shock.
A second earlier, the two of them had still been basking in the joy of surviving a brush with death, but now...
It had happened too suddenly.
Only after the shock faded did Ai Chan react. He braced both hands against the floor and scrambled backward, then finally turned and ran.
The already teetering door finally fell to the floor as he fled.
Ai Chan escaped the dorm room and looked both ways down the corridor, which glowed with fluorescent green light.
This was the seventh floor, and his original room was 710.
But judging by what had happened earlier, Ai Chan's assigned room was not actually 710—or at least his bed was not bed three in that room.
He could not worry about that now. After weighing his options, he headed for the Third Floor.
The layout of the men's dormitory was easy enough to understand. It was just an ordinary university dorm building.
A staircase leading up and down sat in the middle of each floor's corridor, with an elevator on either side.
Naturally, Ai Chan had absolutely no intention of taking an elevator.
But when he