In the classroom, Fu Qian discreetly examined himself.
There was a reason for his earlier conclusion.
Setting aside that strange sensation from before, even now his hands and feet still felt somewhat stiff, as if something lay between them and the rest of his body.
And if his guess was right, the nature of the mission had undoubtedly changed.
It had gone from hiding his abnormality to hiding the abnormal self?
He'd thought he was fighting while ill, that he'd have to complete the mission while his body was being parasitized. It seemed things were worse than he'd imagined.
[Current mission updated: Maintain a normal state and survive inside the school until sunrise tomorrow.]
The mission prompt sounded again, revealing a new objective.
Maintain a normal state? Did that mean he had to stay in his current condition?
And surviving until the next day—this objective was practically a one-hundred-percent hint that something was going to happen at the school!
Fu Qian instinctively looked out the window.
Unfortunately, it was pitch-black outside, and the window's reflection made it impossible to see anything from where he sat.
Fu Qian turned his gaze away, relaxed his body as much as he could, then discreetly surveyed his surroundings.
The blackboard, the lectern, the desks with their natural wood grain.
No matter how he looked at it, this was a normal university study room. It was just a little old, and there was nothing else amiss.
There were even lecture notes in front of him. Everything seemed perfectly ordinary.
It was probably summer, and the weather was unbearably muggy. The fan spinning noisily overhead barely helped at all.
Wait, what was this?
The next moment, Fu Qian noticed something else tucked beneath the notes.
He pulled it out and took a look. It