Weirsterman Teaching Building

Yi Chen, leaving the Fetal Heart Chapel, had a slightly peculiar expression.

Various simple tests had brought back memories of his life in the orphanage, stirring up a series of experiences. This recollection was like opening a cursed treasure chest hidden deep in a cellar, accidentally releasing ancient curses that had been sealed away for ages.

He instantly felt a chilling coldness and a strange sense of death, even the color of his eyes dulled.

However, this state didn't last long.

"Thinking about it now, it's for the best. If not for the 'special environment' of the orphanage, if not for the strict management rules set by the 'new principal,' if I hadn't survived in such conditions.

Even if I had transmigrated, I would have been utterly killed and my flesh drained by the Living Corpses in Graveyard Plot 4, leaving not even ashes behind."

In just five seconds, he returned to his original state, resealing the madly overflowing memories into a password-protected box deep within his mind.

Little Grape naturally noticed Yi Chen's subtle change during that short period, but it didn't say anything, only finding it more amusing.

Looking around, the Fetal Heart Chapel was surrounded by dormitory buildings symbolizing the "Intestines."

The dormitory buildings didn't have an overly strong Gothic style; instead, they leaned towards the architectural aesthetics of the Victorian era.

Red brick walls, gabled roofs, bay windows, and iron railings.

They gave a sense of warmth, and compared to other cold Gothic buildings, they were more suitable for living.

The dormitory buildings were all uniformly four stories high, with limited capacity.

Yi Chen analyzed simply:

"Only seventeen of us assessors passed.

Those gentlemen who choose the 'Black Letter' will receive a completely different kind of training, and the number of students admitted was already very small.

Moreover, the school has a 'two-year' limit, and the total number of students is kept within a not-so-large range... I estimate these dormitories are very likely all single rooms."

His guess was correct.

After verifying the identities of the new gentlemen at the foot of one of the dormitory buildings, Yi Chen was directly assigned a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment with a simple Nordic, natural decoration style.

His favorite room among them was the "study."

The large windows faced the Twin Towers, so if he felt tired while sitting at his desk, he could stand up and take in the starry night view of the campus.

He took out the "plan schedule" set by Professor Chamberson.

Except for the blank slot on Sunday evenings, all other time slots were fully packed with various targeted training sessions, and his daily sleep time was compressed to almost six hours.

Regarding this arrangement, Yi Chen wasn't worried at all. In fact, he was filled with anticipation for tomorrow's Pathology class and the mysterious instructor.

As long as one was busy for the sake of interest, no matter how busy, it was a happy thing.

Having a clear goal, having expected gains and growth, being able to directly see and feel self-improvement.

This was far better than his previous life, being crammed into a small laboratory, writing papers day and night, and even if he graduated successfully, he might not find a satisfactory job. After starting work, he would still face various pressures in his ordinary life.

Monday morning was dedicated to Pathology class.

All students needed to arrive at the foot of the mountain where the Twin Towers were located before 8:00 AM, waiting for the elevator to open.

The giant elevator could transport all students to the entrance of the teaching building on the mountaintop at once.

Of course, one could also arrive earlier and choose to climb the nearly vertical columnar mountain body by hand to hone their physique... Indeed, some new gentlemen developing their "Physique" would make such a choice.

The venue for the Pathology class—the Weirsterman Teaching Building—was named after the founder of the discipline and Vice Principal, George Weirsterman.

It was a multi-story, enclosed, and largely windowless square building.

It looked more like a giant gray brick standing on the mountaintop.

The reason for its enclosure was simple.

The building housed materials for teaching that were diseased, corpses of the Diseased, and various plants and inorganic substances that had been infected and diseased.

Furthermore, For safety management and teaching efficiency, classes here are small.

Gentlemen who pass the assessment in the same batch form one class (if the number is less than ten, classes will be merged).

Yi Chen's batch had seventeen people pass directly, so they formed their own class.

It needs to be explained that

the teaching period for Pathology is [one year]. After completing the final exam, unless there are special circumstances, you will never need to set foot in this building again.

Early Morning [07:50]

Over one hundred and thirty gentlemen had already gathered in front of the main elevator.

As Yi Chen approached the crowd, he immediately heard a familiar greeting.

"William, that suit of yours is really something!"

The person greeting him was the blonde Edmund, who had been looking around for Yi Chen since arriving.

The gentlemen from the same batch who passed the assessment also turned their heads when they heard Yi Chen's English name. Everyone was curious about how special the clothing made from the skin of the 'First Gentleman' would be.

Clearly, Yi Chen had a stronger ancient aura, and the auxiliary effects provided by the clothing were also noticeably better.

Edmund squeezed through the gaps in the crowd and quickly came to Yi Chen's side.

Grabbing what seemed to be his restless right wrist with his left hand, he asked with a tense expression, "Can I touch it?"

"Sure."

Touching the suit was fine; it had a self-cleaning function.

Edmund merely brushed his fingers lightly across it, and a tingling electric sensation spread through his entire body.

"This... what level of completeness is this? Even within my family, I've never seen such a perfect initial suit... Where did you have it custom-made?"

"From a friend of Professor Chamberson."

"It must be a private tailor I don't know about. I'm truly envious."

Yi Chen then looked Edmund up and down, the blonde young man, and said softly:

"Your suit isn't bad either."

Edmund's was a deep blue. The design was a classic double-breasted suit with peak lapels, six buttons, and high gorge points, blending the solemnity of nobility with an unrestrained vitality.

As for the other two members of Edmund's squad, their main colors were black and white.

Julianna's black suit leaned towards casual, with narrow shoulders and a slim fit that better accentuated her figure.

Dagobert was like a suit brute. His white suit fit his body perfectly, and even through the clothing, one could clearly feel the muscle lines hidden within.

In addition, [Jin], with the colorful mask and patterned suit, was not present.

It could basically be confirmed that Jin had chosen the Black Letter.

Time was up, and with a rumble~

The giant elevator carried everyone towards the mountaintop.

Edmund leaned close to Yi Chen's ear and whispered:

"Hey~ I got some inside scoop.

Due to staffing issues, the Pathology teacher assigned to us has some problems.

He caused the direct death of students due to his improper teaching methods.

As a result, he received severe punishment and judgment from Zion... but due to his irreplaceability and special nature, he was still kept at the school.

How about we look out for each other during class?"

"Okay."

Upon entering the Weirsterman Teaching Building, one had to pass through a straight, dim corridor for a comprehensive inspection.

Then, follow the winding internal stairs to the classroom.

Along the corridors, one could still hear the humming of multiple generators. The teaching building used its own power generation system, completely separate from Zion City's electricity supply to prevent the leakage of pathogens.

It took nearly twenty minutes to finally reach the floor where the classrooms were located.

The floor structure resembled an old one specifically used for confining severely mentally ill patients.

Narrow and sealed corridors, Iron doors with small observation windows, Tungsten filament light bulbs emitting constant hissing death rattles.

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This was the special classroom where Yi Chen and the others would be studying Pathology for the next year.

He pushed open the iron door.

Inside was a completely sealed, old classroom.

Twenty rusty metal desks were placed haphazardly, and what was called a podium was more like a metal dissection table.

As everyone casually found seats and began to arrange the messy desks in order, Tap~ Faint footsteps could be heard from outside the door.

Everyone instinctively assumed the teacher had arrived and straightened their backs.

However, As the footsteps drew nearer, everyone's expressions turned grim.

It wasn't just one person's footsteps, but a dense crowd.

Creeeak!

The moment the classroom's iron door was pushed open, the already flickering tungsten light bulb went out in sync.

In the darkness, Groups of deformed living bodies squeezed through the narrow doorframe and surged into the classroom like a tide.