Horror :The Cautious Titan

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(Examination Room Invigilator: Intermediate Danger)

The faceless female teacher's appearance completely shifted the atmosphere in the room.

Lucas rubbed his temples, sighing in frustration.

"I knew it... No way this dungeon's exam would be normal."

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[113,495 viewers are watching player Lucas's live stream. 16,230 have sent gifts, earning him 16,230 points.]

[Player Lucas's stream is ranked second in popularity for the current scenario.]

Many of the viewers were veterans, having followed Lucas since his early days in the rookie zone. One of them couldn't help but comment in the chat:

> "Lucas has changed. So many people watch his streams the moment he goes live now."

In the broadcast hall, a growing crowd surrounded Lucas's feed.

> "One Hundred and One even gave Lucas a shoutout. That's why his stream exploded so fast."

> "110,000 views and still only second place? Who the hell's in first?"

> "Blue Kill. Yeah, Blue Kill is in this scenario too."

> "No way… Lucas is definitely not getting first in this dungeon with Blue Kill here."

> "Why are there two members of the Five Tigers Guild here? Are they spying on Lucas?"

> "This is bad. Lucas is in real trouble…"

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Back in the classroom, the faceless teacher stood ominously at the podium.

Aside from Lucas and Rex, none of the other students reacted.

They simply placed their pens and admission tickets neatly on their desks like programmed machines.

Lucas followed their example.

Beside him, Rex finally snapped out of his fear-frozen state. His hands were still trembling as he pulled out his pen and card and placed them on the desk.

Only when the faceless teacher's invisible gaze drifted away did Rex breathe again.

The school radio crackled to life:

> "Exam room discipline reminder: Candidates are not allowed to whisper during the exam or carry controlled blades…"

A moment later, an odd sound interrupted the silence—

A deep, dragging noise. Something heavy rolling down the corridor.

The faceless female teacher remained still, standing behind the podium like a statue, her blank skin stretched over her featureless face. She swept the classroom with her empty gaze.

Lucas turned toward the door, listening closely.

The sound grew louder.

THUD... THUD... THUD…

And then, it stopped—right outside the room.

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A moment later, two equally faceless men pushed a massive object into the classroom.

It was an extra-large transparent water tank, mounted on four wheels. The label "tank" was generous—the water inside barely covered the bottom. The glass walls were thick and tightly sealed on all sides.

Inside—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Violent pounding echoed from within the tank.

Rex jolted so hard he nearly fell off his chair. Three trembling spasms shook his body like waves.

On the stage, the faceless female teacher and her two assistants all turned their featureless faces toward him simultaneously.

Lucas noticed Rex clench his thigh painfully under the desk, using physical pain to keep himself from screaming.

Honestly, no one could blame Rex.

The scene unfolding before them was far from normal.

Lucas turned his eyes back to the tank.

Inside was a woman.

Her long hair clung to her face in tangled knots. She wore a simple, everyday uniform.

She looked terrified.

She pounded helplessly against the walls of the tank, her mouth opening and closing as if screaming something.

But nothing could be heard.

The tank's soundproofing was absolute.

And yet—what disturbed Lucas the most wasn't the woman or the tank.

It was the complete lack of response from the other students.

No one turned their head. No one flinched.

They acted like this was perfectly normal.

Lucas's eyes scanned the tank.

On the woman's chest, written in a deep red ink or possibly blood, was a single, large letter: A.

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Moments later, three more tanks were wheeled in, one by one.

Each was identical in design, equally heavy and eerily transparent.

The two faceless men lined the four tanks across the front of the room and left in silence.

Inside each new tank was another individual.

Each of them had a red letter painted on their uniform: B, C, and D, in that order.

The woman labeled A looked the most panicked.

The others showed varying degrees of distress—one crying, one frozen stiff, one furiously mouthing something silent.

> "…Candidates, please answer the questions carefully and aim for excellent results…"

The radio's voice softened into a pleasant background melody, finally wrapping up its discipline announcement.

The faceless female teacher began to move again.

She walked across the classroom, placing answer sheets on each desk, one by one, with precise and robotic movements.

Three minutes later, she returned to the podium.

The radio clicked on again:

> "You have five minutes to carefully read the questions on the answer sheet. The listening test begins now."

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The entire room fell into focused silence.

Every candidate, including Rex, leaned forward, eyes scanning the answer sheet with laser focus.

Rex's scalp looked like it might peel from tension.

He was hunched low over the page, tracing each word slowly, lips moving silently as he read.

The aura of seriousness was so intense, even Lucas found himself pulled into it.

He looked down at his own paper.

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[Please read the questions on the answer sheet carefully. The listening session will only be played once. You will have half an hour to answer. Twenty points will be awarded for correct answers. Twenty points will be deducted for incorrect answers.]

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"Wait, deducted?"

Lucas frowned.

"There are penalties now? You can go negative?"

His eyes moved further down to the test section labeled Listening Comprehension.

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1. Who died?

2. Who moved whom?

3. What did person C say to D?

4. Which figure showed the greatest resistance?

5. Who remained silent the longest?

...

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He blinked, unsure whether to laugh or worry.

They were being tested on the contents of those water tanks.

"So... do we listen to their screams or read their lips?"

He took another glance at tank A.

The woman was still slamming her hands against the glass, desperation etched into every movement.

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Rex leaned slightly back toward Lucas and whispered out of the corner of his mouth:

"This… this is a horror movie, man."

Lucas didn't respond.

He just stared straight ahead.

Because deep down, he agreed.

This was no test of knowledge.

This was a test of nerves. A test of morality. A test of psychological endurance.

And it had only just begun.

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To be continued…