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"Who the hell is playing this prank? A Death System? Is this some kind of horror movie? This joke has gone too far!" A rough, angry male voice shattered the silence.
In a fit of rage, he turned on his phone's flashlight, the beam of light sweeping erratically around the room in search of the source of the voice.
Just as he finished speaking, the mysterious female voice echoed again, cold and haunting in the darkness: "Identifying individuals with offensive language. Implementing Disciplinary Action and Flame Punishment."
As the voice faded away, a chilling scream pierced through the air. The boy who had just cursed suddenly ignited in a bizarre display of self-combustion.
Everyone instinctively recoiled from him, as if he were a source of a terrible plague. The red flames roared to life, dancing like demons and illuminating the entire hall.
In that light, everyone could clearly see the boy's face contorted in pain. Yan Qing's mouth hung slightly open, disbelief filling her eyes.
In no time, the boy was left unrecognizable, his features burned beyond repair. The crowd could even smell the nauseating scent of singed hair and charred flesh wafting through the air, heavy and oppressive.
The horrifying scene left everyone paralyzed with fear; their faces turned pale as they fought against the urge to vomit. Some students were so frightened they tightly shut their eyes, trembling uncontrollably.
At that moment, someone stammered out, "Fire Extinguisher!"
Finally snapping back to reality, a student frantically smashed open the fire cabinet next to the library shelves and grabbed a Fire Extinguisher. Shaking uncontrollably, he opened the valve and desperately sprayed it at the boy engulfed in flames.
To their despair, it had no effect; instead, the flames blazed even more fiercely. Within a minute, the boy was silent, unable to even groan. His wide eyes fixed on the student holding the Fire Extinguisher, as his body was reduced to a mere skeleton.
The student with the Fire Extinguisher looked as pale as a sheet, completely terrified. His legs felt weak beneath him, but fortunately, another student quickly steadied him.
"Is this Fire Extinguisher expired?" he stuttered, his teeth chattering with fear.
Typically, Fire Extinguishers have a long shelf life—some lasting up to twelve years—and this one had been installed after the library's renovation. It was hard to believe it could be expired.
As these thoughts raced through Tan Ming's mind, he slowly turned his gaze toward a nearby bookshelf. After hesitating for a few seconds, he pulled out a book and accurately threw it at the boy engulfed in flames.
Strangely enough, when the book touched the flames, it fell to the ground without igniting. This bizarre phenomenon left everyone stunned.
Books are flammable objects, with a lower ignition point than the clothes on a person's body. It makes no sense that if the clothes are burning, the book remains unharmed.
"It's the fire's problem," Tan Ming said in a low voice.
The students present had all grown up nourished by the spirit of materialism, making it difficult for them to believe in those ethereal things that only existed in legends and had not been scientifically proven.
Yan Qing, who was generally more daring, cautiously approached the Spontaneous Combustion Theory and tentatively touched the flames on the figure before him with his fingertip.
Seeing him step forward, Tan Ming unconsciously moved a few steps closer as well.
Yan Qing felt a warm sensation at his fingertip, but he was not burned. Encouraged by this, he boldly grasped the hand of the student who had been burned to the bone, blood oozing from it. To be honest, it no longer felt like a human hand; it felt more like soft, overcooked meat fresh out of the pot.
Suppressing the urge to vomit that churned in his stomach, Yan Qing slowly extended his hand—surprisingly, it was not hot! He looked down at his own unscathed palm, which bore no trace of flames.
Tan Ming was filled with suspicion; he was skeptical and also tentatively touched the student. The moment he made contact, his expression froze, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The expressions of everyone in the library instantly stiffened, as if they had been hit by a paralysis spell.
Then they all realized that the so-called Campus Death System was indeed real!
Fear spread through each person's heart like a tidal wave, enveloping the entire library in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
Just a minute and a half later, the bloodied skeleton had burned to ashes, leaving only a few empty pieces of clothing on the ground—there wasn't even a trace of ash left behind, as if this person had never existed at all.
The vast and empty library was now eerily silent, making one’s heart race as if all sound had been swallowed up.
In this suffocating stillness, that mysterious female voice echoed once more: "Disciplinary Action completed. In ten minutes, mutations in flora and fauna will be completed. The Execution Ground will be set up in three days."
Then she added: "Notice: System triggered, irreversible. The system has designated groups; only Red Card Holders can escape."
Red Card Holder?
Yan Qing's sharp gaze fell on Tan Ming.
After this announcement, no one dared to curse casually anymore; no one dared to think this was just a joke.
"What does ten minutes mean?" someone asked with a trembling voice.
"Mutations in flora and fauna? What else could happen?"
"And what about Red Card Holders? What is this Red Card?"
Panic and chaos erupted as voices rose and fell in confusion.
Some people were frozen in pain, others were filled with indignation, and some wore expressions of deep concern.
"Why are we arguing? Shouldn't we be rushing to a safe place right now?" someone shouted loudly.
Where in the school is safe? The library is the closest point, and even if we walk, it would take at least twenty minutes, right? Everyone looked troubled, their faces reflecting the terror of an impending apocalypse.
In the dormitory, someone cried out, "My dorm is so far from the library!" Their face was filled with despair.
Just wasting time arguing here is enough to cover a hundred meters!
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