Biochemical, The End!

"A nuke!? It wasn't supposed to go off for another hour... the plot has changed!"

"Oh, big sister! What leisure do you have to think about the plot now? Who on earth is that last person? Are they trying to get us all killed? If they don't choose soon, it'll be too late!!"

"What the hell is going on?! Who is the last one? Damn it, if I find out who it is, I'm going to stab them!"

"Damn them to hell! I'm going to shove a boot up their ass!"

"You—stay away from me! You damn gay!"

"You're the gay one! Your whole family is gay!"

"Damn it! You can't be serious, right? I just chose 'Continue'... what do I do? That bear is definitely going to slaughter me!"

"Idiot! That's why they say you're all brawn and no brain. A nuke is about to drop on our heads, and you're worried about some bear! Good grief, who is this last person? God, are you playing with us?"

"Hurry... I beg you... please, whoever you are, just choose 'Leave'... ahhh!"

Bang!

The sharp teeth of the zombie dog tore a gash into the garbage's head...

"Bastard! Who is it? Who the hell is it? Do they want us all to die? Damn it! Don't let me find out who you are... otherwise, otherwise—"

Wang Ning lost his composure, his fists clenched tight. His delicate face twisted in a grotesque manner; the man who had been as relaxed as if he were sunbathing a moment ago suddenly jumped and shrieked like a stray dog that had just had its tail stepped on.

Because he only had 27 years of lifespan left!

Suddenly, without any warning, the black curtain of death descended upon him at this very moment...

Li Shuangmu, however, remained calm, glancing at Wang Ning before ignoring him entirely. Perhaps it was just his nature; even when he had first arrived at Horror High School under such bizarre circumstances, he had been able to maintain a calm state of mind. Or perhaps, boasting a lifespan of 94 years, he simply didn't care about a 10-year deduction. In any case, he appeared remarkably indifferent.

Zeng Fei was also plunged into the fear of death at this moment—although a 10-year deduction was painless for him, the word "death" was never a pleasant one. Who would want to die for no reason?

Qian Qianqian was also pacing back and forth in a panic, her pale lips trembling: "What do I do... what do I do..." Perhaps, being a girl, she was simply terrified of "death."

"Leave it to fate..." Li Shuangmu sighed faintly and said.

As for the main trio, they had calmed down by now.

In truth, aside from failing to complete the "Ultimate Reward" mission and failing the test set by senior Chong Ming—though this test was admittedly important—they hadn't suffered any significant losses. The failure of the senior's assessment wasn't due to their incompetence, and when combined with the effect of the "Teaching Assistant" title, which prevented lifespan loss upon death, these three really had nothing to be nervous about.

After all, it wasn't their first time dying...

"Who do you think that last person is? Are they doing this on purpose, wanting everyone to die with them?"

Girls are full of curiosity, and Ji Wen was no exception. Perhaps because the wait had been so agonizingly long, she couldn't help but ask.

The Otaku was still brooding over the failure of the "Ultimate Mission." "I just want to know who the hell that bastard is, what the hell they did, and why they ruined the assessment senior Chong Ming gave us. I want to make them taste what an 'Evil Spirit Curse' feels like! Fuck!!"

Having said that, the Otaku spat fiercely on the ground.

Xiong Ba snorted coldly and said, "Otaku, we've been friends for a while, so I advise you to give up your thoughts about senior Kong Ming early, or no one will be able to save you. We took this assessment to join senior Chong Ming's Student Council; don't fill your head with such filth. Senior Kong Ming is not someone you can desecrate!"

"...Shut your mouth!" The Otaku suddenly jumped up. "You don't understand anything! What right do you have to talk to me!? You work yourself to the bone to improve your strength for your sister's sake, and I would risk my life for senior Kong Ming! You joined the Student Council to get stronger, but I didn't! I just want to have a chance to see senior Kong Ming every day! So what!? Huh!?"

Xiong Ba looked at the Otaku coldly and said, "What, want to fight?"

"Let's fight! You think I'm afraid of you?"

"Enough, both of you!" Ji Wen suddenly appeared between them, her face full of icy rage. "What is there to argue about? Two grown men, chests as broad as doors, yet your hearts are as small as needle eyes? Is this the time for you to be acting out? Both of you, settle down!"

The two men huffed, crossing their arms and turning their backs to each other.

"One minute left... sigh, get ready to head back. I didn't think I'd fail during the Entrance Exam; it's so embarrassing. If Li Sheng finds out... sigh, he'll laugh me to death!"

Ji Wen sighed and lamented, but when she mentioned Li Sheng, her cold eyes flickered, appearing somewhat... shy?

At this moment, Yin Kuang, the man on everyone's mind, was leaning against a pitted wall, looking up at the pitch-black sky of Raccoon City, just as it had been when he first arrived.

Not far from him, at the mouth of the alley, a large group of zombies was roaring and swaying. Those pairs of pale, hollow eyes were staring fixedly at Yin Kuang's position.

Clearly, they were desperate to rush forward, tear open Yin Kuang's throat, rip open his stomach, pull out his intestines, and gnaw on his bones—the frantic pursuit of fresh meat was almost an instinct for them—but in reality, they could only stare blankly, baring their fangs and clawing at the empty air.

It seemed they didn't dare to approach and devour Yin Kuang until not even his bones remained.

Were they... afraid of Yin Kuang!?

Perhaps because his neck had grown stiff and sore from looking up for so long, Yin Kuang slowly lowered his head, using those eyes hidden beneath his black hair to look at the zombies not far away!

Those eyes, the two pupils, were actually a color between yellow and coffee—amber!

And it was an exceptionally eerie shade of amber!

At this moment, the darkness of the night could not obstruct Yin Kuang's vision. Although he couldn't clearly see the faces of the zombies, their rotting flesh, or their exposed intestines, Yin Kuang could truly "see" them—or rather, "perceive" them.

This "seeing" was not ordinary sight.

It was as if, when you look at an object, you can distinguish its shape, color, and size at a glance. But once the light is gone, you see nothing. Yet, Yin Kuang could; he could "see" the shape and size of that object, only unable to distinguish its color.

This was not night vision, but rather—it was akin to the infrared sensory ability of a snake. The difference was that regardless of whether something emitted heat, Yin Kuang's eyes seemed capable of "seeing" it. Undoubtedly, this sensory ability was even more advanced than a snake's infrared perception!

Take this moment, for instance: with these amber eyes, he saw a multitude of overlapping, flickering, dim-blue humanoid silhouettes swaying and jostling over there.

Beyond those zombies, Yin Kuang could also "see" everything in his surroundings—aside from the inability to distinguish specific colors, he saw everything with absolute clarity!

In Yin Kuang's field of vision, everything in the dark night was a world composed of various flickering fluorescent lights—this, it seemed, was the unique ability possessed by those eyes.

"Ah!"

However, as he watched, tears began to stream down from Yin Kuang's eyes. Those two trails of tears were like a faucet turned on full blast, flowing incessantly. Even though Yin Kuang squeezed his eyes shut in pain, the tears continued to pour.

It was not that he was crying; rather, his eyes were suddenly struck by waves of stinging pain, stimulating his tear glands to secrete tears continuously in order to flush out the foreign substance causing the discomfort—this was a biological instinct.

After flowing for nearly a full minute, Yin Kuang finally felt his eyes become a bit more comfortable. When he opened them again, his originally amber eyes had returned to black.

When Yin Kuang looked around once more, he discovered that, aside from the thick night and the scenery shrouded within it, he could see nothing else.

Black eyes, yet they gave Yin Kuang only black-colored vision.

And when Yin Kuang, sensing something, opened his status panel, he discovered that his "Energy Value" had dropped to "0".

"It seems that the special vision from just now consumes energy... I just don't know what this energy of mine is supposed to be."

"And those zombies... are they afraid of me? Could it be that I have also turned into a monster like them, or even... a monster more disgusting and terrifying than they are?"

Yin Kuang shook his head with a bitter smile.

He realized that, aside from his body shrinking to the appearance of his fifteen or sixteen-year-old self, his various physical stats increasing, and that "thermal-sensing" special vision from earlier, the G-Virus didn't seem to have brought him much benefit—of course, the fact that it hadn't turned him into one of those incredibly ugly, repulsive monsters was enough for Yin Kuang to thank the heavens!

Moreover, it seemed...

"It actually feels pretty good!" Yin Kuang laughed, clenching his fists, which were now a size smaller; his fair, delicate hands looked almost like those of a girl. But he didn't care about that; he only felt his entire body brimming with an indescribable power!

System Prompt: "Rookie Student" Yin Kuang, in 30 seconds, Raccoon City will suffer a nuclear strike. Please make your choice as soon as possible.

Yin Kuang slowly climbed to his feet. Standing about 165 centimeters tall, neither fat nor thin, his clothes were just a bit tattered and loose, and his pitch-black hair covered nearly half his face—it seemed that, other than his stature shrinking a size, there really wasn't much change.

He stretched his limbs and hopped a little, "I feel like I could jump so high!" However, Yin Kuang didn't go to test it, because he didn't want to be vaporized by that nuclear bomb in a moment.

He muttered to himself: "Only an idiot would choose to stay here? I'm not sick in the head!"

Just as everyone wore expressions of despair, relief, or madness, the androgynous voice of the "Headmaster" echoed out.

System Prompt: Class 04 of Season 12 "Entrance Exam" ends here.

System Prompt: Class dismissed!

System Prompt: You should say "Goodbye, Teacher"!

This voice was simply like music to his ears!

"Damn it! Goodbye, Teacher, ahhhhh!!"