Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Entrance Exam - The Eliminated Die!
The entire classroom fell into a deathly silence. The monster on the podium continued adjusting its goat head. The vertebrae in the deceased man's chest emitted a series of bone-cracking sounds, assaulting everyone's eardrums.
The Black Goat adjusted its head and spoke, "Next, everyone will participate in the entrance exam. Only the classes that pass will survive..."
The students in the front row couldn't bear to look at the monster on the podium. Several girls, too frightened to make a sound, began sobbing softly with their hands over their mouths. Students in the back row furtively took out their phones to call for help, only to find there was no signal.
Jon, sitting in the last row, showed no signs of panic. His eyes were bright, even slightly eager. Jon was acutely aware that this wasn't a dream. What lay before him was not an illusion but a supernatural event beyond his comprehension.
The Black Goat on the podium chuckled and shook its head. "Don't be so tense, everyone. Relax a little. The sky isn't falling, so there's no need to look so grim."
"After all..." it said, squinting its eyes into slits, "the most important thing in a game is to have fun!"
The Black Goat pressed a button on a remote control, and an image appeared on the electronic whiteboard on the podium wall.
Entrance Exam
In 15 minutes, all classes in the school will take the entrance exam together. The passing rate is 50%. The failing classes will be entirely eradicated.
Rules
1.Each class will select one player to participate in the horror challenge. Each player has three lives. Once all lives are used up, the player dies, and the entire class is eliminated.
2.Each class has one opportunity to convey a message to their player.
3.Once half of the classes are eliminated, the remaining classes will be deemed to have passed.
4.The first player to clear the challenge and the player with the highest score upon completion will receive additional rewards.
Exam Topic
Rule-based horror story: "Grandma's Forest Cabin"
When you visit your grandmother who lives deep in the mountains, you knock on the door for a long time but get no response. Unfortunately, a blizzard suddenly starts, and you push the door open. On a dusty table, you find this letter—
Grandma: My dear grandson, by the time you read this letter, I may already be gone. Please leave this place before the snow seals the mountain. If the snow has already covered everything, follow these rules to ensure your survival:
1.There are enough supplies in the cellar, including firewood, pickles, and smoked meat. Ration them carefully to last the entire snow season.
2.Do not open the door for anyone or respond to any calls during the snow season. It's too cold outside for anyone to survive.
3.If you hear knocking at night, hide under the bed or in the attic immediately.
4.Always remember that you are the only person in the house.
5.Under no circumstances should you open or hide in the attic. ...
Jon quickly read the rules and the topic on the electronic whiteboard, starting to analyze them. The exam required surviving in the "Grandma's Forest Cabin" horror story, and survival hinged on following the rules. As a mystery novelist, Jon instantly understood the nature of such a story.
First and foremost, survival was the only goal. To survive, one had to adhere to specific rules; breaking them would result in mortal danger. However, some of the given rules contradicted each other. Based on the story's background, it seemed the grandmother's note had been tampered with by some entity that didn't want the player to survive. From this, it was clear that the "bad guy" hidden in the house couldn't directly harm the player. Or, due to certain restrictions, it could only act if the player broke the rules.
Jon muttered to himself, "Oh... this seems interesting."
On the podium, the Black Goat pressed the remote control again. The entrance exam rules on the electronic whiteboard disappeared, replaced by a 15-minute countdown.
14:59
The countdown had begun. The Black Goat put down the remote. "The countdown has started. Please select a player. If anyone volunteers, raise your hand, and I'll write your name on the blackboard. You can also choose by vote."
A boy in the third row on the left side of the classroom stood up suddenly. The Black Goat turned to look. "Oh... it's James, isn't it?"
The Black Goat had already reviewed the attendance list and memorized the names of everyone in the class. "Are you volunteering?" it asked.
Jon looked up. He remembered James, who was 6'1" with a 16" bicep circumference, a sports special admissions student, apparently from the city weightlifting team.
"Yes, please write my name," James nodded, never taking his eyes off the Black Goat, as if waiting for an opportunity.
The Black Goat grinned, picked up a marker, and turned to write James' name on the blackboard.
Just as he turned around, James swung a metal chair, aiming it forcefully at the back of the Black Goat's head.
BANG!
The chair shattered against the Black Goat's head, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground. James rushed forward, kicking the Black Goat's head furiously, and shouted at his classmates, "Don't just stand there! Get over here and help!"
The classroom erupted into chaos. Several boys ran to the podium, joining James in beating the Black Goat, trying to subdue this creature. Meanwhile, some students attempted to escape, frantically rushing toward the classroom door.
A girl, sobbing, desperately shook the door handle, "Why won't it open?"
"Move aside, let me try!" a boy behind her pulled her away. He stepped back and kicked the door lock with all his strength.
But a strange thing happened—the wooden door, seemingly fixed to the space behind it, didn't budge an inch.
A tall, skinny boy with glasses quickly took charge, "Try breaking the windows. We're on the second floor, and there's grass below. We can jump out!"
His name was Hanson, the class president of the International Financial Relationship class. Following Hanson's suggestion, everyone turned toward the windows. Two boys lifted a table together and hurled it at the window.
CRASH!
Yet again, a bizarre scene unfolded. The glass didn't shatter. Instead, it bounced the table back, injuring one boy's foot.
At this moment, Jon quietly stood up. Yara, sitting in front of him, turned around with concern, "Jon, where are you going?"
"I'm volunteering for the horror challenge," Jon replied, pointing at the blackboard. "I don't want to leave my fate in someone else's hands."
He walked up to the board, picked up the marker, and wrote his name. After capping the marker, Jon returned to his seat. He glanced at the electronic whiteboard.
The countdown showed 9 minutes remaining. He looked at James and the others still beating the Black Goat and shook his head. These guys hadn't grasped the reality of the situation. He had a hunch this farce would soon end.
CLICK!
Suddenly, it seemed the classroom's power was cut, plunging the room into darkness.
"Ahhhhhh—!"
In the darkness, a series of horrific screams echoed. Students nearby could even hear the sounds of flesh tearing and blood flowing.
The next second, the lights came back on. Those who had left their seats were inexplicably back in them. Only James' seat remained empty.
The Black Goat, who had been lying in a pool of blood with his head nearly crushed and one eye burst, was now standing perfectly on the podium, adjusting his red tie.
The Black Goat smiled wryly, "Ah, I never seem to escape this scene, do I?"
Drip!
A boy sitting in the middle of the classroom felt a warm, sticky drop on his cheek. He touched it and found it was blood. Trembling, he looked up and nearly fainted at what he saw.
James, who had been so bold earlier, was now hanging from the ceiling fan, his chest and abdomen ripped open like a gaping hole. The "rope" that hung him was his own intestines, pulled from his body.
It was only now that the panicked students realized this monster was far beyond their power to fight.
The Black Goat glanced at the blackboard, noting the additional name, "Any more volunteers? If not, Jon will be the player."
Finally facing reality, the students began to seriously consider who should be the player. They looked at Jon's name on the board and started murmuring.
"Jon?! No way it can be that creepy guy... We can't let him do it..."
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