Weirsterman Teaching Building

Yi Chen's expression was slightly strange as he left the Fetal Heart Chapel.

The simple tests he had undergone,

had reminded him of a series of experiences from his life at the Orphanage... Such recollections were like opening a cursed secret box hidden deep in a cellar and accidentally releasing all the ancient curses sealed inside for ages.

His entire body instantly turned cold, exuding an inexplicable aura of death. Even the color of his eyes dimmed.

However, this state did not last long.

"Now that I think about it, it was actually a good thing~ If not for the 'special environment' of the Orphanage, if not for the strict management rules established by the 'new Principal,' and if I hadn't survived in that kind of environment,

even if I had transmigrated here,

I would have been completely killed and drained dry by the Living Corpse in Graveyard Plot 4, without even a trace of ash left."

In just five seconds,

his entire body returned to normal,

and he locked those wildly overflowing memories back inside the password box deep in his mind.

Little Grape naturally noticed Yi Chen's subtle change during that brief moment, but it said nothing. It only found him even more interesting.

He looked around.

The dormitory buildings surrounding the Fetal Heart Chapel symbolized the intestines.

The dormitory buildings did not have an overly strong Gothic style. Instead, they leaned toward the architectural style of the Victorian era.

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

They gave off a warm feeling and, compared with the other cold and austere Gothic buildings, were more suitable for living.

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

Yi Chen made a simple analysis:

"There were only seventeen of us who passed this round of examinations.

Those gentlemen who chose the 'Black Letter' will receive an entirely different kind of training, so the number of students entering the school is already very small.

Moreover, the school has a two-year limit, and the total number of students is restricted to a relatively small range... I estimate these dormitories are probably all single rooms."

His guess was correct.

After verifying the identity of the New Gentleman beneath one of the dormitory buildings, Yi Chen was directly assigned a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment decorated in a simple Nordic style with natural materials.

His favorite room was the "study."

Its large windows faced the Twin Towers. Whenever he grew tired while sitting at the desk, he could stand up and take in the starry night view between the buildings.

He took out the "schedule" prepared by Professor Chamberson.

Apart from Sunday evening, which was left blank,

every other time slot was packed with all kinds of targeted training, and his daily sleep time was compressed to barely six hours.

Yi Chen was not worried about such an arrangement at all. He was even filled with anticipation for tomorrow's "Pathology" class and its mysterious instructor.

As long as one was busy with something one enjoyed, no matter how busy one became, one could still be happy.

He had a clear goal,

expected gains and growth,

and could directly see and feel his own improvement.

That was far better than the ordinary days of his former life, when he had been crammed into a cramped laboratory, writing papers day and night,

and even after graduating successfully, might not have found a satisfactory job, only to face all kinds of pressure after starting work.

Monday morning was the scheduled teaching time for "Pathology."

All the students in the school had to reach the foot of the mountain where the Twin Towers stood before 8:00 and wait for the lift to open.

The giant lift could send everyone to the entrance of the teaching building at the mountain summit in one trip.

Of course,

they could also arrive earlier and choose to climb the nearly vertical, pillar-shaped mountain with their bare hands, tempering their bodies... And, as it turned out, some New Gentlemen who focused on developing their physiques really did make that choice.

The venue for "Pathology"—the Weirsterman Teaching Building—was named after George Weirsterman, the founder of the discipline and vice principal.

It was a multistory, sealed square building with almost no windows,

looking more like a massive gray brick standing atop the mountain.

The reason it was sealed was simple.

The building stored some Diseased Materials used for teaching, the corpses of Sick Ones, and various plants, inorganic objects, and other things infected with Disease Infection.

In addition,

for safety management and teaching efficiency, classes were kept small here.

The gentlemen who had passed the examination in the same round formed one class. If there were fewer than ten people, classes would be combined.

Seventeen people from Yi Chen's group had passed directly, so they formed a class of their own.

It should be noted that

the Pathology course lasted one year. After completing the final examination, students would not need to set foot in this building again except under special circumstances.

Early morning, 7:50.

More than 130 gentlemen had already gathered in front of the large lift.

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

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

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

When the gentlemen who had passed the examination in the same round heard Yi Chen's English name, they also turned their heads one after another. Everyone was curious about how special clothing made from the skin of the "First Gentleman" really was.

Obviously,

the ancient aura on Yi Chen's clothing was much stronger, and the various auxiliary effects it provided were clearly better as well.

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

He grabbed his seemingly restless right wrist with his left hand and asked with a tense expression, "Can I touch it?"

"Mm."

There was no problem with touching the suit. It possessed a self-cleaning function.

Edmund merely brushed his fingers lightly over it, yet a tingling, electric sensation spread throughout his body.

"Th-this level of completeness? Even within my family, I've never seen such a perfect early-stage suit... Where did you have this made?"

"At a Tailor Shop belonging to a friend of Professor Chamberson."

"So it's a private Tailor Shop I don't know about. I'm so jealous."

Yi Chen turned to look Edmund up and down and said quietly,

"Your suit isn't bad either."

Edmund's suit was dark blue, with a double-breasted design, peaked lapels, six buttons, and a high gorge line. It was a traditional suit that combined the solemnity of nobility with a free-spirited vitality.

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

Julianna's black suit leaned toward casual wear. Its narrow shoulders and fitted design accentuated her figure.

Dagobert looked like a thug in a suit. His white suit fit his body perfectly, allowing the muscular contours beneath it to be clearly sensed even through the fabric.

In addition,

Jin, the one with the Seven-Colored Mask and the patterned suit, had not appeared here.

It was basically certain that Jin had chosen the black envelope.

Time was up. Rumble~

The giant lift carried everyone toward the mountain summit.

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

"Hey~ I heard some inside information.

Because of a staffing issue, the school has assigned us a Pathology teacher who's got a bit of a problem.

His improper teaching methods once directly caused a student's death.

As a result, he received severe punishment and faced Zion's judgment... But because he's irreplaceable and special, he was still kept at the school.

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

"Mm."

Upon entering the Weirsterman Teaching Building, they had to pass through a straight, dim corridor and undergo a comprehensive inspection.

They then followed the winding internal stairs to the classroom.

The corridors still echoed with the hum of multiple generators. The teaching building used its own power-generation system, completely isolated from Zion City's electricity, to prevent the leakage of Pathogens.

After nearly twenty minutes, they finally reached the floor where the classroom was located.

It resembled an old-fashioned floor structure specially designed to imprison severely mentally ill patients:

narrow, sealed passageways,

iron doors with small observation windows,

and tungsten bulbs that constantly emitted the hissing sound of dying lights.

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

He pushed open the iron door.

Inside was a completely sealed, old-fashioned classroom.

Twenty rust-covered metal desks were scattered about at random.

The so-called podium looked more like a metal dissection table.

Just as everyone was taking seats wherever they pleased and arranging the messy desks into neat rows,

tap~ a faint sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Everyone instinctively assumed the teacher had arrived and straightened in their seats.

However,

as the footsteps drew closer, everyone's expressions grew unpleasant.

Because it was not the footsteps of one person, but those of a densely packed crowd.

Creak!

The instant the classroom's iron door was pushed open, the already unstable tungsten bulbs went out in unison.

Amid the darkness,

groups of deformed Living Corpses squeezed through the narrow doorway and surged into the classroom like a tide.