After all, that vivid and lively "dissection class," had already rung an alarm bell for everyone.
Everyone here was not right.
Whether it was this school or the students, who seemed unproblematic at first glance.
The surface seemed calm, but beneath it, turbulent currents raged.
Of course, even without a reminder, as an Angel Envoy, it would be impossible to be careless in such a scenario.
The Tower's bad taste lay in the fact that the seemingly less dangerous places were the ones hiding deadly traps, it was often so.
At this moment.
Before Hun Hun, Mr. Narrator appeared.
["You chose to go up to the rooftop, whether you are about to encounter a romantic meeting or overlook an unfamiliar landscape, or even feel the breeze brushing by, whatever you encounter, your decision will not make you waver in the slightest."]
The moment Hun Hun saw Mr. Narrator appear, he felt a surge of joy deep inside.
Indeed!
It looked like he had chosen correctly!
