Became an Infinite Game Beauty NPC

Chapter 64

When everyone woke up again, it was already bright outside, and they found themselves sitting in the classroom once more.

A sense of confusion was evident in everyone’s eyes because they were all sitting neatly in the classroom, which was filled with students, as if attending a class.

It felt as if everything that had happened before was just an illusion.

But they were supposed to be conducting a midnight ritual for blessings...

Wait! It seemed like they...

Passed out last night!

Losing consciousness in a dungeon was a grave taboo! And they lost consciousness and woke up directly in broad daylight?

Although players were unsure of what had happened exactly, they refrained from acting rashly and cautiously looked around.

The classroom had a slightly worn-out appearance, with the white powder on the walls peeling off, bearing the marks of time.

The desks in front of them were also old-fashioned, the kind that had been used for a long time, not the exquisite ones they encountered when entering the dungeon.

On one of these old desks lay an exam paper. A strange young teacher stood at the podium, seemingly invigilating. However, his lips were twisted into a sinister smile, and his face bore a creepy expression. He stared directly at the people in the classroom, filled with malice and malevolence.

It was as if he wanted to devour everyone in the classroom.

Despite his handsome and refined appearance, his expression and gaze made him look terrifying.

As the players observed the teacher more closely, their pupils shrank, and they swallowed hard, because the teacher didn’t seem human at all. He appeared more like a... monster wearing a human shell.

And it wasn’t just the teacher, many of the students in the classroom were the same, lusting after those who had participated in the “Midnight Blessing.”

However, both the teacher and the students seemed to be restricted by something, just staring straight at them.

The players felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at the smiles on the faces of the teacher and those students, because those were smiles that no human could possibly display.

Where exactly was this? These ‘people’... what were they?

Just as the players were puzzled, the teacher on the podium looked over, and the players all lowered their heads in horror, avoiding the teacher’s gaze.

This was definitely not Class 1-1’s classroom and its students.

No, it should be said that it wasn’t the classroom and students that they met after they entered the instance.

Just when they looked outside the window, they noticed that the playground and the surrounding buildings were very familiar. And the geographical location of this classroom, as well as the orientation and structure of the classroom, undoubtedly belonged to Class 1-1 of the First High School.

But it appeared to be much more dilapidated, as if it was... the First High School from over a decade ago.

They had heard something before. The First High School had spent a lot of money rebuilding the campus several decades ago, and now it seemed like they had returned to a time before the reconstruction.

Time regression? Or had they fallen into an illusion?

Before the players could find more information, a bewildered classmate stood up and looked around, saying, “Where are we? This doesn’t seem like our classroom, right?”