Behind her, the crowd whispered: "Do you think she's looking for death?"
'tch, just because she led everyone to win a few times, she thinks she's smarter than everyone else. Thinks she's omnipotent. She's just eager to show off."
"I've seen plenty of people like her. They learn one little thing and rush to brag about it. It's fake bravery, just trying to solidify her status in the group!"
"I bet a pack of instant noodles she doesn't come back..."
"I bet two packs."
The whispers rippled through the crowd. In the darkness, their expressions were obscured, but the malice in their voices was crystal clear.
"Cut the crap. It's easy to talk when you aren't the one doing the work. If anyone dares to bb* one more word, I'll knock your teeth out." Jessica Williams said gloomily.
"Emma Smith is my boss. As long as I'm here, you aren't allowed to badmouth her. Otherwise, you're openly provoking me."
Jessica Williams's voice, neither loud nor soft, carried a heavy weight in the darkness. The crowd instantly fell silent.
Morality and wisdom are bullshit in the face of certain human natures; violence is the hard truth.
Many wise men in human history have said that violence is the stupidest way to solve a problem. Yet, from ancient times to the present, violence has been the most effective.
In the final analysis, there is only one reason: wise men are as rare as phoenix feathers, while idiots crawl all over the streets.
Alice Brown stood at the door, her hands clenched tight, incredibly nervous.
Emma Smith, you have to come back alive...
Emma Smith reeked of the Evil Seed, but after smelling it for a while, she grew used to it. She looked toward the supermarket.
The supermarket warehouse had boxes of compressed biscuits, water, sausages, and the like. She had to get them.
But...
Emma Smith thought for a moment and decided to wander around the campus first to assess the situation.
She arrived at the sports field. The massive field was desolate and empty.
Gripping her knife, Emma Smith wanted to find a lone, crippled Evil Seed.
She wanted to verify if her method would work.
Soon, Emma Smith found a dying Evil Seed with severed legs in the sand pit used for the standing long jump.
Emma Smith walked over, knife in hand, her tone cold: "Have you seen any humans pass by?"
The dying, legless Evil Seed looked at Emma Smith, then shook its head: "No."
"Do you want blood?" Emma Smith stepped closer, inch by inch.
The Evil Seed nodded.
Emma Smith leaned down, deliberately grabbing a handful of sand right next to the creature's mouth.
Her pale arm was only centimeters away from the monster.
Evil Seeds were incredibly fast. Even a crippled one, if it attacked suddenly, would be difficult for her to parry.
But she had to take this risk.
The legless Evil Seed's gaze shifted to Emma Smith's arm.
But it showed no sign of attacking.
Suddenly, the creature spoke: "You must be a High-Level Evil Seed."
Emma Smith was startled. Thinking the monster was about to attack, she almost broke into a dance of laser-speed panic right then and there.
But she didn't.
Emma Smith tried her best to remain calm. Her hand grabbing the sand didn't even tremble. She smoothly scooped up the sand and let out a faint, cold sneer: "At least you have some sense. Too bad you've lost your mobility, otherwise, you could have been my subordinate."
The legless Evil Seed showed no disappointment or despair, merely stating flatly: 'the weak deserve to die. There is nothing to pity."
Confirming the disguise was successful, Emma Smith turned and strode toward the supermarket.
The legless creature must be a Mid-Level Evil Seed, given it could speak such philosophical words.
If a Mid-Level Evil Seed couldn't recognize her, the chance of success was already high.
She just didn't know if this disguise could fool a High-Level Evil Seed.
If the High-Level Evil Seed at the supermarket exposed her in front of everyone... well, then Goodbye, Mom~ I'm setting sail tonight~
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Emma Smith arrived at the supermarket entrance. The open doors gaped like a black vortex.
Staring at the entrance, Emma Smith acutely sensed gaze after gaze staring coldly in her direction.
She clasped her trembling hands together and shouted loudly: "What are you all still doing here?!"
An Evil Seed walked out leisurely. Under the moonlight, Emma Smith saw the face of this monster clearly.
It was her counselor!
Emma Smith struggled to control her expression so she wouldn't give herself away.
This counselor treated her well usually; he never marked her absent even when she skipped class.
At this moment, having the counselor's half-rotted face appear right in front of her... not showing shock took every ounce of her effort.
The Counselor Evil Seed narrowed his eyes, looking Emma Smith up and down.
'strange. I can't smell your rank."
Emma Smith felt a spark of joy in her heart.
Feigning calm, she said in a deep voice: "I am a High-Level Evolutionary Evil Seed."
The Counselor Zombie sniffed Emma Smith carefully.
Watching him sniff the scent of rot so diligently, Emma Smith almost felt bad for him.
"What is your business here?"
Although the Counselor Evil Seed was skeptical, he didn't suspect Emma Smith was human.
"Liam Thomas was attacked by a group of students at the Third Canteen. We don't have enough hands. I was sent to call you."
The counselor paused: "What? The school has already been searched. How are there still so many students?! How many students are on the opposing side?"
Emma Smith was dumbfounded.
Brother Counselor, didn't you teach Abstract Art?!
Asking such specific questions makes this really hard for me!
"Dammit, how should I know? More than us, obviously, otherwise why would I be here calling for you!"
Her reasoning wasn't strong, but her attitude was fierce.
Seeing Emma Smith so aggressive, the Counselor Evil Seed actually looked a bit embarrassed.