This mock exam took place at sea, and she noticed the boy's face had turned pale.
He hadn't passed his swimming exam yet.
"You should quit."
Nan Yue advised coldly, "Otherwise, you'll die."
Many students died during mock exams; although one could withdraw or terminate the test, accidents always happened faster.
A massive wave surged frantically toward their ship; they had encountered a storm at sea.
Nan Yue dove into the ocean.
She fell into the dark seawater, avoiding the impact on the surface, surrounded by white foam rising from her movements.
Nan Yue saw the boy jump into the water too, but because of his fear of the water, he didn't dare to submerge and struggled desperately on the surface.
A giant wave slapped toward him, and before Nan Yue could reach his side, she saw him slammed against the ship's hull.
Blood blossomed from his body like a flower.
He finally sank.
Nan Yue's heart constricted uncontrollably.
This was her weakness; no one knew it, not even the teachers.
Seeing her own kind die beside her made her feel sad.
Whether they were scavengers or NPCs.
But she hid it well, and no one ever knew.
Nan Yue swam toward the boy numbly; she knew clearly that he was already dead, but she just wanted to swim over.
She touched the boy's body; it was very soft, as if he had no bones, and blood was still blooming from him, his face unrecognizable.
He was dead.
Nan Yue let go of him and turned to swim away; her air was running out, and she needed to continue the mission.
Suddenly, her back felt heavy, as if something had crawled onto her.
Her first reaction was that the evil ghost on her back had appeared again, but when she looked back, she met the boy's mangled face.
...
Nan Yue's movements suddenly accelerated and then stopped instantly.
She noticed something was wrong the moment her body reacted abnormally and stopped paddling.
They were still a short distance from the Lake-center Pavilion, and everyone around her except Jiang Siyan looked somewhat numb.
An illusion?
No, it was just a mental influence.
"Your reactions are truly fast."
Jiang Siyan's tone was almost admiring, "I just noticed something was wrong when you already reacted."
A faint white mist brushed over the bodies of Zhu Xi Ning and Gu Xiang Kai, instantly snapping them back to their senses.
"Tsk, I saw some unpleasant things."
Zhu Xi Ning treaded water with a grim face; her ability was keen perception, which made her reaction to mental attacks stronger than others.
"A-Nan, that pavilion has a problem."
This was the second time Zhu Xi Ning had mentioned it; meanwhile, You Teng and Zhang Xuyang were still under the mental influence, their expressions panicked as they paddled frantically without moving much.
Because of this, Zhu Xi Ning could warn Nan Yue without reservation.
"I saw that after boarding the pavilion, there are two boxes."
"If the box on the left is opened, a vengeful ghost will appear and instantly kill everyone."
As the distance to the pavilion shortened, Zhu Xi Ning's ability to foresee death was passively triggered.
Nan Yue raised an eyebrow, "A multiple-choice question?"
Zhu Xi Ning nodded, "Everything happens too fast; there seems to be no room for error. I'm inclined to think the box on the left is the wrong choice and will lead to being killed by the rules."
Nan Yue fell silent for a moment, then looked at Gu Xiang Kai, "Wake them up."
A Steel Thorns vine wrapped around the two men; the sudden sharp pain instantly pulled them out of the illusion.
"Ah! It hurts!"
"Hiss... just now..."
Zhang Xuyang realized almost immediately that he had been caught; although he was in pain all over, there was no denying Nan Yue had saved him.
He thanked Nan Yue straightforwardly and gave a bitter smile, "I really am a bit short on tips and thought about taking a gamble, but I didn't expect my own ability to be so lacking."
"I won't go up to the pavilion; I'll wait for you down here."
Zhang Xuyang's words improved Nan Yue's impression of him; at least he was a sensible person.
But You Teng lacked Zhang Xuyang's self-awareness; he pursed his lips and said nothing.
The six of them finally swam to the edge of the pavilion; they cautiously circled it once, but because of the curtains all around, they couldn't see the contents inside clearly.
They could only vaguely see stone tables and chairs; it looked ordinary no matter how one viewed it.
Nan Yue couldn't see the problem with the Lake-center Pavilion from the outside; she steeled her resolve and gestured for the other three to scatter to three sides of the pavilion while she flipped herself up onto it.
Nan Yue's movements were very light, making almost no sound as she left the water and landed, as if afraid of waking something up.
They hadn't brought the livestream screens for this action, so they couldn't see the situation in the streaming room or the audience's bullet comments.
Only the other streamers watching their actions from a distance on land could see.
"She's on the pavilion..."
Xu Yuan murmured, "Sister Nan, please be okay."
Xie Nanchen watched the livestream screen seriously; he had met Nan Yue by chance and didn't have the life-saving history Xu Yuan had, so his view of Nan Yue was just that of a beautiful, kind, and powerful high-level player.
He nudged Xu Yuan's shoulder, "Something seems wrong."
The reason was simple: the livestream room, which had been buzzing with chatter, suddenly seemed poisoned, and all the bullet comments became identical.
【She went up, heehee.】
【She went up, heehee.】
【She went up, heehee.】
...
Countless identical bullet comments filled the livestream screen, even obscuring Nan Yue's face.
After she moved from the water to the pavilion, her tip amount began to skyrocket, reaching 4,444 yuan.
However, the tips didn't increase after that, even though different audience tips were still appearing frantically on the screen.
It looked... like they were mourning in advance.
"Logically, Sister Nan should be able to leave now!"
Xu Yuan also saw the scene; he tapped his screen in surprise and then tried to tap Nan Yue's screen that she had left behind.
But the normally responsive screen seemed to have crashed, showing no reaction at all.
"She probably has to wait until she gets off the pavilion; if Sister Nan comes down, these tips will be her ticket out."
Xie Nanchen didn't finish his sentence: if she couldn't come down, that money would be the hell money sent for her funeral.
Nan Yue remained highly alert after boarding the pavilion; her wet clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her smooth, tensed muscles.
It was very quiet on the pavilion, and Nan Yue didn't sense any immediate danger as she stepped inside the curtains.
Inside the pavilion were exquisite stone tables and chairs, a broken copper mirror, and nothing else.
On the stone table were two wooden boxes, just as Zhu Xi Ning had said; remembering Zhu Xi Ning's prediction, Nan Yue's vigilance reached its peak.
Nan Yue believed in Zhu Xi Ning, but she also understood the rules very well; if a person's life or death was decided entirely by luck, especially in such a large-scale collective action, there would simply be too few ways to survive.
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