A Life-or-Death Scheme

Fugo's eyes were filled with pain, agitation, sorrow, and anger.

He seemed to have been completely crushed by this cruel reality, to the point that he didn't even have time to consider his own life, and wanted to vent his long-suppressed emotions.

In short, he's courting death.

"OK!"

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Enraged, Fernando charged forward like a furious bull, his eyes bloodshot.

"Oops!"

Abbacchio's expression changed:

It wasn't just Fernando rushing towards them, but also the "domain" that enveloped him within a ten-meter radius.

They were only a dozen meters away from Fernando, in a dangerous position barely touching the edge of this invisible realm.

If Fernando runs a few meters forward, Abbacchio and the others who were previously unharmed will naturally be enveloped by his Stand ability.

"Retreat immediately!"

Abbacchio had no idea how to counter the enemy's abilities, so he could only turn and run away immediately.

With time running out, he could only barely take Narancia, who was already standing beside him, with him when he fled, and couldn't care less about Fugo was slumped on the ground beside him.

That's all.

Before Fernando's "territory" could close in, Abbacchio and Narancia narrowly escaped.

Fugo, feeling weak and without anyone to care for him, was immediately enveloped within Fernando's Stand ability range.

Fernando immediately stopped in his tracks.

The range of her ability is only ten meters around her. If she runs too far forward, it is possible that Li Qing and the other two left behind will leave the area.

Even though he was extremely angry, he wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

"Hehe."

Fernando stood rooted to the spot, suppressing his anger, staring intently at Fugo with the gaze one would give a dead man:

"Elites, is that right?"

"I'd like to see if you, this 'elite' who dares to speak disrespectfully in front of the teacher, can withstand the test!"

Fugo did not work a miracle.

Although he mocked Fernando harshly with an arrogant and disdainful tone, he did not demonstrate the ability to support that arrogance.

The moment he was enveloped by that invisible domain, his eyes instantly became blank.

Like the other two, Li Qing and his companions, Fugo also couldn't help but enter the terrible state of "wasting time".

"Books."

"I want to read a book."

Fugo muttered to himself, his absent-minded gaze drifting towards the bookshelves in the shipping container.

Then, he became obsessed with those books.

Fernando didn't even need to get any closer; he was like a thirsty traveler who had suddenly spotted an oasis in a dry desert, desperately climbing towards the container in front of him.

"Fugo!"

Narancia, who had escaped outside the domain, frantically called out Fugo's name, but no matter what he did, he couldn't wake Fugo from his descent into depravity.

Before he and Abbacchio could think of any way to stop the enemy, Fugo had already climbed all the way to Fernando with all his might.

Fugo had no idea what he was facing. He just crawled past Fernando's feet, trying to touch the rows of tempting books in the cargo box in front of him.

"Snort!"

Fernando snorted coldly and immediately stepped on Fugo's back.

But Fugo was completely oblivious to the humiliation of being trampled underfoot; he continued to move forward with all his might.

"Trash. At the end of the day, he's still trash!"

"How dare you, a piece of trash who wastes so much time, say my class is boring!"

Fernando roared hysterically.

With that angry roar, he suddenly raised his foot and stomped on Fugo's shoulder with hatred.

"Ah"

Fugo let out a painful growl.

But the clarity that had finally returned to his eyes vanished again because of that terrible state of "wasting time".

"Give me a book."

Even though blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, Fugo remained dazed, focusing all his attention on the unimportant book.

That's it.

"You scum, even if you get beaten and suffer the pain, you'll never learn your lesson!"

Fernando crouched down and pulled Fugo up.

"How dare someone so inferior question my teaching abilities?"

Damn it!

"You all deserve to die!"

He pressed the blade tightly against Fugo's neck, but then immediately moved the blade away with a ferocious expression:

"It's too easy to die otherwise."

"Scum like you, who has no respect for elders, deserves to die a more painful death!"

With that, Fernando plunged a knife into Fugo's abdomen.

The dagger pierced Fugo's skin, tore through his muscles, and ripped open his internal organs.

A massive amount of blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly spraying onto Fernando's hair, cheeks, and neck.

Fugo's blood instantly stained half of Fernando's body.

An unbearable pain spread throughout his body from the wound, and at this moment, Fugo finally regained some consciousness.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Fernando was laughing hysterically:

"How are you? Feeling a bit more awake now?"

"Please try a little harder, because my 'teaching' has only just begun."

He held up the blood-stained blade, his face still dripping with Fugo's lingering, warm blood:

"If you lose focus even once more, I'll stab you again."

"One cut after another, until you finally wake up completely, or you never wake up at all."

"This is my patience as a 'teacher'."

"Hehe."

Fugo managed a weak smile.

"You can still laugh?!"

Fernando's face instantly turned cold.

He could tell that even under these circumstances, the blond kid in front of him showed no fear whatsoever.

This offended him.

However.

Before long, Fernando discovered that this "student's" problem was far more complex than simply being disobedient:

"Of course I can laugh."

Fugo's smile grew even brighter, as if he weren't the one who had been stabbed and seriously injured:

"Hahaha"

"Do you know why I'm laughing, Professor Fernando?"

He said in an extremely mocking tone:

I'm laughing—

"Thanks to you, I survived."

"What?!"

Fernando roared in anger:

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Do you really think I'd let you off so easily?"

"You've already let me go."

Fugo endured the excruciating pain, struggling to maintain consciousness:

"You should have hit me in the head just now."

"If you had done that, I would have taken you down with me. But now, only you are going to die!"

"Nonsense!"

Fernando was both shocked and furious.

He had no idea why this unruly "student" could act so arrogantly in such a desperate situation, trapped in the field and seriously injured.

"How could I possibly die?"

"Ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fernando felt a sweet taste in his throat and suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

And then...

Fever, muscle weakness, rapid heartbeat, and other terrible symptoms soon followed.

He seemed to have suddenly fallen ill with some kind of acute illness; he was full of energy just a moment ago, but the next second he was having difficulty breathing.

"What... what's going on?"

Fernando was trembling all over, his face filled with disbelief.

"This is a virus, the murderous virus of my stand-in 'Purple Haze'."

Fugo was panting heavily and covered in cold sweat, but the light in his eyes was incredibly intense:

I know what you're going to ask.

"I clearly can't summon a Stand, so how can I use the Stand's virus to kill people?"

"Ha ha."

"That's because you don't know. Just a few minutes ago, I had a fight with that 'egg roll hair' guy."

"He was so clever that he made me reap what I sowed and taste the deadly virus."

"The virus that Purple Haze had was indeed potent. Even after I received an antiviral serum injection, my body did not recover immediately."

"So, did you understand?"

Fernando looked bewildered, seemingly unable to understand Fugo's explanation at all.

"Tch." Fugo's tone immediately became more disdainful. "He calls himself a teacher. He's clearly just an incompetent bum!"

"Antiviral serum contains 'antibodies,' not some kind of panacea."

"Antibodies and viruses are like two opposing armies, waging a relatively long tug-of-war inside the human body."

"Antibodies are often the ultimate winners, but the virus doesn't die out immediately."

Did you notice?

"Narancia and I are both very weak right now, and our body temperatures are seriously high—this is proof that the human immune system is doing its best to eliminate the remaining viruses!"

In other words...

Fugo struggled to raise his hand, pointing to Fernando's face, which was completely stained red with blood:

"My blood not only contains antibodies, but also a deadly virus that hasn't been completely eradicated!"

"Antibodies need to be injected into blood vessels with medical devices to be effective, but the virus in Purple Haze can be transmitted through skin contact alone."

"So, the moment you touched my blood."

"My scheme, which I devised with my life on the line, has already been declared a success!"