Nightmare Strikes

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Building C. 

The music classroom is located on the fourth floor of Building C. Standing here, one can look up and see the windows of the classroom. 

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the dance classroom now. 

Returning here, whether due to psychological effects or some unknown influence, the feeling they had was markedly different from a few hours ago. 

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng did not immediately walk in but instead stared at the ominous Building C, saying, "I think the third rehearsal is the time limit set for us. If we can uncover the truth before then, we can conclude the mission." 

He paused before continuing, "Of course, I mean our mission." 

Fatty was momentarily dazed and unconsciously asked, "What about the others' missions?" 

After saying this, Fatty seemed to feel his statement was unclear, so he quickly explained, "What I mean is Su Yu, and... and the ghosts." 

Su Yu's mission was easy to understand; he must be trying to prevent the people involved in the mission from uncovering the truth, evading the pursuit of the ghosts, and continue to survive. 

What Fatty was curious about was the so-called time limit—could it be that his time limit was different from his own? 

"Do you remember what was said at the beginning of the mission?" Jiang Cheng prompted. "That woman who was guiding us?" 

"You mean the anniversary celebration?" Fatty realized belatedly, his eyes gradually widening. "The anniversary celebration is Su Yu's time limit?" 

"That would also explain why Chen Yao hasn't killed him yet, because compared to revenge, she cares more about her reputation. She wants to choose the most appropriate time to reveal the truth of that year. I think there is no better occasion than the anniversary celebration." 

"Of course," Jiang Cheng continued, "after that, Su Yu will definitely die." 

In an instant, Fatty connected many previously confusing thoughts. After digesting for a while, he hoarsely said, "Doctor," looking up, "so... this is what you mentioned before: no matter what we do, how we do it, or even whether we come or not, it won't affect the outcome of events that have already occurred in this world. We can only influence the process." 

"In other words, whether we complete the mission or not, in the end, Su Yu will die at Chen Yao's hands," Fatty's expression became strange as he paused. After a few seconds, he slowly said, "on the anniversary celebration that is about to happen in this world." 

"That's right." Jiang Cheng's lips curled slightly, a half-shadowed face in the darkness startling Fatty. "The past cannot be changed. All we can do is try our best to survive and reverse our own fates." 

At that moment, Jiang Cheng's image grew taller in Fatty's mind. 

Not only tall, but mysterious. 

Fatty slowly straightened his back, thinking Jiang Cheng would expose his true self next, uttering some grandiose words like "I only belong to the old world; no ship can carry me to the new world"— 

"I can't die," Jiang Cheng puffed out his chest, speaking with cadence, "Many beautiful girls got super VIP diamond cards because of me at KTV. I have to be responsible for them." 

Fatty jolted awake. 

He almost pulled a muscle in his back. 

Building C. 

Fourth floor. 

Music classroom. 

The spacious classroom was dark, only faintly revealing two figures. 

One sitting, one standing. 

The person sitting seemed terrified, their emaciated body trembling like a dry branch, blood occasionally trickling down their forehead. 

Some blood flowed into their eyes, making every blink extremely difficult. 

But they dared not close their eyes—not for a second. Their terrified gaze fixed firmly ahead. 

Not far away, there was a huge mirror. 

It was gray, like a mist rising from hell. 

No, he was not sitting; he had been cruelly crippled, his legs broken! 

At this moment, he was kneeling in front of the mirror in a bizarre posture, resembling a penitent in a prayer room. 

A chilling sensation swam beside him. 

Like a pair of eyes filled with resentment. 

"Please, let me go," he opened his mouth, his voice strained with suppressed pain as he begged. 

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth; it was evident the man was seriously injured, with hardly a patch of healthy skin on his body. 

The woman beside him was unmoved. 

On the contrary, annoyed by the noise, she directly kicked him in the stomach, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood. 

The woman moved with grace, but her movements were slightly off, as if her body's balance was compromised. 

She stretched out her left hand, tightening the bandage wrapped around her right arm. 

The expression of pain on her face lasted only a moment; soon after, it was replaced by that cold aura. 

For Yu Wen, losing an arm was somewhat acceptable; after all, as long as she completed the mission, she could leave the nightmare and return to the real world. 

Her injuries would all heal. 

However, she bit her thin lips, her eyes shrouded in gloom. 

Her deceased lover could never return. 

She pulled out the wrinkled papers left for her by Zhou Taifu before his death, the crumpled paper did not affect her ability to read. 

It was Chen Yao's diary. 

Though it was only the second half, combined with the clues she had already found, it was enough to piece together most of the plot. 

Su Yu was a liar. 

After failing to seduce her, he was humiliated and, in a fit of rage, told a monstrous lie, causing Chen Yao to take her own life; unexpectedly, it also opened a door to hell for himself. 

Several lives were thus extinguished. 

In an extremely terrifying manner. 

This mission was unusually ridiculous. 

Including her, there were only three people left clinging to life. 

But in the end, only she could survive and leave the nightmare. 

Only then could she obtain that thing. 

To obtain it completely. 

She stared at her severed arm, unsure if she was crying or laughing. It was precisely because of that thing that she could survive the ghost's ambush. 

But if it weren't for that thing, perhaps she could have reunited with her lover. 

She never regretted her actions, doing whatever came to mind because regrets solve nothing and only add to worries. 

But this time, she regretted not warning Zhou Taifu when the ghost had set its sights on him. 

She hesitated. 

In that moment, fear overwhelmed everything; after all, she was uncertain of the benefits of that hard-earned thing. 

If given another chance... 

Life has no "if," and nightmares even less so; she had seen too many prodigies wither in nightmares due to minor mistakes. 

Nightmares are unlike the muddy Southeast Asian rainforests or the cold, barren Siberian wilderness; the crises here are hidden, like a lurking viper. 

It will bite you at the moment you think you're safest. 

This is the horror of nightmares, and also their allure. 

She was one of the few who took the initiative to step into the nightmare. 

Slowly, she raised her head, and the clouds of suspicion dispersed in front of the mirror, revealing pale faces. 

Finally, they had arrived. 

(End of the Chapter)

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