"Is that all you've got?"
"You're a ghost, for crying out loud! How can you be so broke?"
"I'm warning you, don't hold back on me, tsk. This exam is insanely tough, and the supervisor has already killed several students."
Under the threat plus intimidation, the ghost next door trembled… as it handed over a small notebook.
As Emmett looked at the pitch-black cover with no visible text, his breath quickened the moment the prompt appeared.
[Diary of the Dying—Anything written in this diary will become reality. The effect strengthens as the level of curse power increases. However, the new owner must erase the previous owner's entries before use, which is extremely risky. Use with caution.]
Although he didn't know what curse power was, the fact that anything written would become reality was enough to prove its value!
This was a huge win!
As Emmett swiftly stuffed the various cursed items he had snatched into his pockets, the viewers in the livestream were still reeling from the shock of what had just happened—
"Did he just rob a ghost? Darn —"
"Five cursed items!! Especially that pack of tissues, there's so much of it, it can be used multiple times!!"
"Does anyone know how to contact him? I'll pay big money for those cursed items. If I get my hands on them, my safety in the next game will be massively improved!"
"But how is he going to get out now? The problematic tissues seem to have attracted a lot of ghosts, the door is probably blocked."
"Cover himself in tissues and charge out? This guy is totally a pay-to-win player, isn't he? Isn't this a guaranteed win?"
...
As they debated, Emmett's gaze fell on the last two packs of tissues he hadn't yet collected.
That sneaky ghost next door threw the tissues over, and now there were definitely a ton of ghosts outside. If he rushed out, he might not even have time to use the items before getting killed.
The actual effect of the blood-stained tissues was unknown, and he didn't know how long they could repel ghosts. If it was only for a short while, he could end up dead!
"Question, how many ghosts are outside right now?"
[Currently, there is one at the door, two in the mirror, one next door, one in the bathroom hallway, one at the main entrance, and five in the corridor.]
Damn, are these things having a graveyard rave in the middle of the night? Why are there so many of them just hanging around!!
Emmett's eyelid twitched. Would one pack of tissues be enough?
After hesitating for a moment, Emmett gritted his teeth and bit his finger, smearing his blood on the exam paper in his hand.
A solemn aura instantly spread out, causing the ghost next door to shiver in fear, its wet body curling up into a ball, trying to stay as far away from Emmett as possible.
Now, without any cursed items, it couldn't resist the shadows of its past life!
As the aura spread, Emmett decisively shoved the exam paper through the crack in the door.
As soon as the paper was fully outside, the ghosts' attention was immediately drawn to it, and Emmett's voice rang out loudly, summoning his invincible stand—
"Sir, they're planning to cheat on the exam together!!"
The ghosts: "???"
Almost the moment Emmett's words fell, the exam supervisor in the classroom, who was about to slap a player to death, suddenly froze. The entire ghost stood there like a puppet, motionless.
The player's heart nearly stopped from fear, but when the supervisor's hand didn't come down for a long time, he mustered the courage to open his eyes. To his surprise, he saw the supervisor's figure slowly dissipating into thin air.
Although no one knew what had happened, the sudden burst of terrifying resentment around them instantly triggered every player's survival instinct.
"Run!!!"
Someone shouted, and the few remaining players dashed madly towards the door.
Meanwhile, the supervisor who had reached the restroom locked his hollow eyes on all the ghosts inside. His cracked mouth twisted into a crazed grin, as if he had seen something extremely amusing.
As he opened his gaping maw, a dark, bruised arm suddenly extended from his mouth, grabbing the ghost at Emmett's next stall. Despite its youthful appearance, the ghost was forcibly dragged into the supervisor's mouth.
Until the last bit of the ghost's foot disappeared, the supervisor chewed a few times, and a large amount of black blood oozed from the corners of his cracked mouth…
Though subtle, the other ghosts could feel that the supervisor's ghostly aura had grown stronger.
With a stiff 180-degree twist of his neck, the supervisor's gaze locked onto another ghost at the door, also a teacher.
The other ghost clearly had no intention of confronting the supervisor and was about to turn and leave—
"Boom!!!"
What seemed like an even match turned into an instant blood mist explosion, leaving no room for resistance!
The terrifying scene made the remaining four ghosts in the restroom restless. As the supervisor's attention was focused on the door, they almost simultaneously launched an attack.
If they let this continue, they would all die here!
The ghost closest to the corridor, with its nails completely peeled off, reached for the supervisor's neck with its mangled hands.
Even though there was still some distance, the supervisor's neck seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, showing bruises and sinking in.
But the moment the ghost stepped into a certain range, in its stunned gaze, the supervisor's chest suddenly split open, revealing a giant maw filled with sharp teeth. A half-formed body made of pure flesh and blood shot out, grabbing the ghost and dragging it inside.
As the giant maw slowly closed, the supervisor's stomach wriggled violently as if digesting, then returned to calm. The entire floor was already covered in a stench of black blood...
The moment the ghost was instantly dealt with, the ghost that had handed over the cursed items to Emmett didn't even think of resisting. As soon as the attack began, it bolted towards the door.
But before it could step outside, its vision blurred, and it watched in horror as its head seemed to drift further and further away from its body.
The waterlogged, swollen head rolled away, while the body left behind was smashed into a pulp by the supervisor's ruler.
The restroom fell back into a deathly silence. What was supposed to be a coordinated attack by four ghosts ended with two being eliminated, and the remaining two vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there.
After a moment of silence, the supervisor dragged the blood-soaked ruler and slowly approached the sink.
His hollow eyes stared into the empty mirror, and he stood there motionless, as if frozen, showing no intention of leaving.
Even the sound of five sets of footsteps fleeing down the corridor didn't pique his interest. His gaze remained fixed on the mirror in front of him...