Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!

Chapter 201.2- Execution

The sound woke up all the trainees near the middle of the dormitory area. When Leica came out, he laughed at Silver Armor as though he’d managed to get even somehow.

Silver Armor stood at the door expressionlessly, his face blank as he looked at the dark fire passageway. Finally, he chose not to go up against the absent culprit and returned to his bedroom. The mechanisms clicked behind him, and the door was locked.

On the other side, Nicholas, who’d been peeking out the door, shook himself and locked himself back inside. Wu Jin’s two roommates seemed scared, while Wu Jin lay on the bed, listening vaguely to the conversation coming from next door––

“K made the rules.”

“K definitely doesn’t like people who break the rules... so he’ll eliminate Silver Armor. He was knocking on Silver Armor’s door, so what does that have to do with us?”

“Silver Armor, hey. He dared to erase the words that K wrote. However, as long as he keeps the door locked, nobody else can get in. He’s lucky, who asked him to draw ninth place...”

On the forums in their watches, Nicholas was also chattering on.

Wu Jin ignored it and closed his eyes, his head on the pillow. He went over the details in his mind.

15 knocks at the door.

The empty corridor.

The fire passageway...

In a half dreaming, half awake state, his mind circled around the words that Silver Armor had spoken in the corridor.

––“I’ll beat him. This is very important to me.”

Wu Jin rose up and drifted around in his dream.

He also wanted to beat K.

Because he wanted to.

Bang.

Wu Jin reacted in a flash and got up as quickly as he could. Wang Shu and another roommate woke up at the same time. After the previous knock at the door, everyone’s alertness had been raised up to the highest level. After that, their last roommate also followed suit and woke up.

The knock on the door was particularly rapid this time, going from light to heavy. Wu Jin couldn’t even hear where the knock originated from and how many times it had taken before he woke up.

On the forums, Nicholas was begging for help like crazy, “Brother Wang!! This time the knocks are on my door, my door!!”

“14 knocks––”

14 times.

That was one less than just now. One less sound than just now.

Wu Jin: “Don’t go out.”

Wu Jin’s eyebrows twisted in a frown. It seemed as though there were invisible ghosts wandering around the corridor. There was also a rustling sound from the bedroom next door, which happened to be the bedroom where the first to be eliminated, Lin Qingshan, had been staying.

On his watch, the survival number was 94.

6 people had been eliminated in one night. Not only had Rap Class 2 suffered losses and been affected by the chain reaction from Lin Qingshan’s elimination, but trainees from other unknown places around the training camp had also been eliminated.

The doors to the dormitories opened up one after another as players with varying expressions gathered in the corridor. Wu Jin knocked on Nicholas’s door to indicate that it was safe. Only then did Nicholas dare to peek outside.