Chapter 5: The Death Rule Only I Can Break!

“Everyone, don’t forget the briefing~”

[Can’t Find the Ghost’s Corpse]!

At this reminder, faces around the room changed drastically as everyone recalled a certain line from the dungeon briefing.

Could the ghost really be among them?

“Although the dungeon’s task is to find the death rule, it never said how to escape after discovering the rule,” Wu Wang spoke softly, but his voice carried an inexplicable power that made everyone hold their breath and listen intently.

The young man standing at the podium smiled faintly, resembling a carefree and radiant college student of youth, and continued, “The dungeon is called [Hide and Seek]!”

“What we ultimately have to do is—catch the ghost!”

After he said this, the classroom fell utterly silent.

So quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard clearly.

*Gulp.*

Someone unconsciously swallowed hard.

Crazy! This guy is absolutely insane!

The ghost can silently kill so many people in the classroom—they barely have time to hide, let alone go hunting the ghost!

Most people scoffed at the boy’s madness inwardly, though a few frowned in contemplation.

“This boy seems to be able to ignore the death rules. What if he really can catch the ghost?”

Yet, while they were debating, what they didn’t know was—

Wu Wang couldn’t ignore the death rules at all!

His frantic behavior in the darkness was just to verify one thing.

Whether his strange “immortality” trait worked in this dungeon.

The bad news was—it did.

He failed to die as he wished.

The death rule was just something he happened to discover during the process.

The rhythmic tapping sound was actually the result of Wu Wang being killed repeatedly by the vengeful ghost and then reviving, causing his footsteps to fall intermittently.

To his surprise, when he was singing and dying while walking up to the podium and standing before the microphone—

The death rule stopped!

Afterward, no matter how much he danced, played with shadow puppets, or sang on the podium, he did not die again.

This meant that as long as he stood in front of the microphone, even in the darkness, he could speak freely.

So Wu Wang was convinced that the microphone must have some other function, allowing whoever stood on the stage to do something while remaining alive.

For example—catching ghosts!

“You… what nonsense are you spouting! Don’t think you can fool everyone just because you know a little more! Who do you think you are to lead us by the nose?” The woman in the long dress snapped, breaking the tense atmosphere.

If someone were to be identified as the vengeful ghost at such a moment of confrontation,

She would face only one choice.

The group would isolate and monitor her, any unusual behavior would raise suspicion or lead to attack.

More likely, she would be forced to do something that triggers the death rule to prove herself.

No matter the approach,

The ending would be the same—

A dead end.

She could not let Wu Wang continue his wild claims!

“Is that so? Then why are you still alive? Could it be that the vengeful ghost is a feminist who only attacks men?” Wu Wang squinted and smiled.

“!?”

Only then did the woman realize she had spoken!

If the death rule Wu Wang mentioned was true, speaking in the dark was tantamount to suicide!

Fear began to envelop her, the surrounding darkness like a tidal wave threatening to engulf her, with a suffocating sensation rising in her chest.

That was the scent of death.

All she could do was stare helplessly into the pitch-black void, terrified that something would leap out and devour her.

But the imagined ghost attack did not come.

Instead, something even stranger happened!

“Ah! My leg!”

The woman, caught off guard, suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Looking down, she discovered that everything below her knees had vanished!

Moreover, the disappearing boundary was moving upward visibly.

In moments, both legs were completely gone.

Though the process was painless, watching herself inexplicably march toward death was far more terrifying than any physical agony.

From legs to waist, chest to head,

The woman in the long dress was erased as if by a giant eraser.

Until the instant her head disappeared, her relentless curses still echoed in the classroom—

“Bastard! I’ll never forgive you even in death! You #%*, I will…”

The foul words passed through Wu Wang’s left ear and out the right.

*Thud—*

He sat down hard on the floor, squinting as he observed where the woman had disappeared.

“That’s not right… she wasn’t killed by the vengeful ghost.”

Wu Wang’s mind raced to process the situation.

As a special existence who had tested ghosts with his own body,

He knew exactly what dying by a vengeful ghost felt like.

This instant disappearance was clearly abnormal.

“The key question is, why am I disappearing too?”

The murderers in the classroom were still too shocked to make a sound.

No one noticed Wu Wang glance down at his own pant leg.

It was empty.

His legs had disappeared too!

That was why he sat down—to avoid drawing attention to his anomaly.

Luckily, he wasn’t one to wear short skirts; otherwise, he would have been exposed immediately.

And this disappearance was continuing upward—in just a few seconds, Wu Wang could no longer feel anything below his navel, including his smaller self.

*Plop—*

In a flash, before he could mourn his second self, Wu Wang suddenly lunged forward, falling off the podium and crashing heavily into the pitch-black darkness.

From that moment on, he made no sound.

Now, truly no one dared move recklessly.

“That madman… is he dead?”

Such thoughts echoed in everyone’s minds.

None near the podium wanted to check whether Wu Wang was alive or dead.

After all, “a dead comrade doesn’t make me poor.”

The silent, deathly atmosphere lasted a full three minutes.

Then, that chilling sound finally returned.

*Bang!*

The spotlight blazed on, and the classroom was bathed in light once more.

Everyone exhaled deeply.

After all, this time the darkness was much better than before—only two people had died.

At this pace, they should soon uncover all the death rules, right?

As for the “catching ghosts” Wu Wang mentioned, no one wanted to, nor dared to, attempt it.

“Who’s going to… check on him?”

Once speaking was possible again, someone finally suggested inspecting Wu Wang’s body.

But before anyone could respond,

The corpse spoke.

“Visiting a zoo requires admission, right? Charging ten bucks per person to see my corpse isn’t too much, is it? First come, first served. Men aren’t allowed to grope the private parts; ladies, feel free.”

With that, the body that should have been dead to all stretched lazily and stood up slowly.

“Damn! This guy was playing dead to scare us?”

Others twitched nervously, clenching and unclenching their fists tightly.

But considering all his previous antics,

They were almost getting used to him feigning death.

Habit is a terrifying thing.

Wu Wang twisted his neck and dusted himself off unconcernedly.

[Immortal!]

Using the cover of darkness, he had silently been erased once while lying on the floor.

No one noticed his death and revival.

No one knew what crucial information Wu Wang had gleaned from this death.

He smiled slightly as if nothing had happened and returned to the podium.

“Everyone, you’re truly lucky to have met me.”

“?”

At those words, the murderers below the stage all had a huge question mark flash through their minds.

Meeting you is the greatest misfortune!

Wu Wang smiled without replying.

Of course, they were lucky.

Because he had already discovered the hardest part of catching a ghost.

The difficulty wasn’t in finding out which person or thing was the ghost.

It was that when pointing out the ghost with the microphone,

Both the ghost and the accuser would be erased!

This was one of the death rules—

[Ghost catchers die on the podium]

In other words, truly catching the ghost required someone willing to sacrifice themselves to make the accusation.

The irony was, the classroom was filled only with murderers who regarded human life as worthless.

None were willing to sacrifice themselves.

Except for Wu Wang, the monster with more than one life.

“By the way, aren’t you really going to pay me? The saddest thing is dying without spending your money! Let me help you out a bit.”

In his eyes, all the murderers in the classroom were already corpses.

No one paid attention to Wu Wang’s mad ramblings.

No one noticed the mockery in his eyes.

They were equally unfortunate.

If his following deduction was correct,

Whether or not they caught the ghost, this dungeon had never intended to let anyone leave alive from the start…