The Endless Prison

No matter what the ending of Class 3-4 is in each instance, it will always return to the starting point.

Because the true ending was already predetermined, etched in the distant past, and imprinted in this nightmare of the night.

After Oliver finished speaking, he slumped onto the table, looking listless. His notebook, spread out on the table, was covered with his handwriting, each stroke carefully executed.

Yu Xing didn't know how many cycles Oliver had experienced, because during the years that Dead Silent Island existed, there were probably many people who had set foot on the island like them, the deducers. There must be someone who could complete this hidden mission. The mission was actually quite obvious and not hidden very well.

The endless cycle of despair, numbness, and despair felt like an indefinite prison sentence.

Wen Qinghuai let out a soft sigh, glanced at the red-armbanded class monitor still sitting on the podium, and tentatively raised his hand. "Class monitor, are you alright?"

The squad leader shifted his gaze, his tone surprisingly calm. "What is it?"

"There's no one left in the class. Can I ask to be exempted from this evening self-study session?" Wen Qinghuai was clearly using this delicate moment to test the special status of the red-armband students. "Look, the other students aren't in the mood to continue self-study either. The classroom smells of blood; it's too affecting their mood. How about letting us go back to the dormitory?"

"..." The squad leader with the red armband stood up.

Qu Xuanqing's cold gaze followed the squad leader's figure, constantly on guard, wondering if Wen Qinghuai's probing might trigger some hidden pattern they hadn't yet uncovered, thus activating the red armband's attack rules.

Amidst several gazes filled with varying emotions, the class monitor took a few steps to the side, standing ramrod straight. His tone was as flat as an emotionless robot, yet it carried a strange undercurrent of kindness, much like when he had reminded someone to go to the restroom earlier, "I can go to the teacher's office to ask for permission, but, Winter, you might be punished by the teacher."

"It's alright, just say it was my suggestion~" Yu Xing interjected calmly at this moment, "Let's not let the teachers hear Winter's name, shall we?"

"You would have done the same if you were in my shoes." The red-armbanded squad leader's eyes reflected the devastation around him, and he blinked slowly.

"Then I'll trouble you to give it a try. Just say it was Roy who said it," Zhao Mou said with a smile, twirling his pen. "He'll take responsibility for everything."

Yu Xing: "Tsk."

"Okay." The class monitor replied and walked out of the classroom toward the office, leaving only a few students scattered around the classroom due to the sudden decrease in numbers.

Rebecca listened to their conversation and finally recovered from her daze. She rubbed her head, then rubbed it again, finally confirming that what she was seeing was not an illusion. Her deskmate and the five close friends who were always around her had all turned from living people into red liquid.

What's this?

What is this?

Her mind was filled with contradictions and confusion, because when she tried to attribute it all to the ghost and wondered why the ghost had killed so many people at once today, that newly awakened memory would surface with great force.

Yes, it's okay, death is death, everyone's died a lot... But aren't they in their third year at St. Johnis Middle School?

In her memory, she and these not-so-harmonious classmates remained stuck in the third grade. But, but weren't they sitting in the second-grade class last year?

Rebecca found her existence absurd and paradoxical, and this feeling was so intense that she even ignored the fear she should have felt upon seeing this hellish sight.

"Oliver..." Finally, she remembered the source of all this, stood up from her seat, and walked shakily toward Oliver.

Oliver, who was lying face down, slightly raised his eyes and silently gazed at her.

"Is it because of you?" Rebecca's school uniform was stained with blood from other seats, dirty and gruesome. Her hand unconsciously covered her neck, as if she was having trouble breathing. "I didn't disappear like them, is it because you forgave me?"

"My memories are fake, aren't they? You know everything, you remember everything, and besides, you're... dead."

As she spoke, she drifted into confusion, suddenly realizing that everyone in the classroom was staring at her: the unfamiliar transfer students, the two classmates wearing red armbands who had long felt out of place in the class, and that familiar, yet nameless, white-haired girl... Her face turned deathly pale, her hands clenched tightly together. "You all know?"

What exactly are we?

Yu Xing had actually anticipated the situation that would arise during evening self-study, because they had completed the class's task during the day. As a dungeon scenario, Oliver and the white-haired girl who controlled the dungeon process had both appeared on the surface, so it was impossible to let the class continue to develop along its current trajectory.

From now on, will Oliver go from being bullied by everyone to becoming someone who makes everyone feel awkward?

This doesn't make sense, because experience tells him, and all the outsiders present... that if the event revolves around a small wave, then there are only two possible outcomes.

First, it's a complete subversion; the boss completes his revenge and finds solace in his corrupted and twisted mind.

Secondly, the illusion is shattered; all scenes related to the boss are completely destroyed and rebuilt to restore the most realistic appearance.

It's utterly meaningless to have your enemy continue living their life as before after you've completed the boss's mission, without even genuine remorse or apology.

Therefore, Yu Xing had considered that everyone in the class would disappear during tonight's self-study session to complete the "Oliver's Revenge" mission, which was an inevitable outcome. However, what puzzled him most about the current situation was why Rebecca hadn't gone back to the factory with the rest of the group to reset.

Not only did she not need to be sent back to the factory, but she even seemed to have regained some kind of real instinct. If this trend continues, Rebecca will become a special character in this class, given a unique role. Simply put, she is a Yugi character who suddenly realizes that the place she exists in is just a Yugi, thus creating a serious bug.

"What will become of me?" Rebecca looked at the classroom she had spent so long in, feeling completely unfamiliar with it. Suddenly, she turned her head, as if struck by a sudden inspiration:

"And you, Roy."

"It's you... who exactly are you people? And who am I? And the class monitor, the class monitor's attitude..."

"The nightmare forgave you, so you remembered." Oliver interrupted Rebecca's confused state, his voice still sounding weak and feeble. "The answers you seek are actually within your own mind."

Rebecca pressed her lips tightly together.

"You'll become that special person, and then just like me," Oliver grinned darkly, "And begin the true, eternal nightmare."

"You've become just as pathetic as I am."