Ruan Qing woke up, and it was already the afternoon of the second day.
This time, he didn’t feel mentally exhausted.
Ruan Qing didn’t know anyone in the main city area of the game, and the people he knew weren’t exactly the best.
So, after casually eating something, he chose to enter another dungeon.
[Welcome, players, to the dungeon <Pen Spirit>.]
[Pen Spirit is a summoning game where, at midnight, you can communicate with the pen fairy using a pen.]
[As long as you successfully summon the Pen Spirit, it can answer anything you want to know.]
[But there is a legend circulating in the First University: after some students played the summoning game in the dormitory, strange things happened frequently, and eventually, everyone in the dormitory died mysteriously.]
[To this day, it remains an unsolved case, and no one knows what exactly happened.]
[Shh! ‘He’ is here.]
[Dungeon mission: survive for seven days, or find ‘him.’]
[Friendly reminder: each player has only one chance to identify, and once identified incorrectly, something bad will happen~]
***
Midnight.
The First University had long turned off its lights, and the entire campus, except for the streetlights, was in darkness.
With only the moon hung up in the sky, casting a faint glow.
At this moment, Room 404 in Building A, the male dormitory, had white candles lit.
Instead of resting, four male students surrounded a table, their hands intertwined, holding a pen together.
Under the force of the four, the pen stood vertically on the table.
On the table was a piece of paper with some words and numbers written on it.
The four were muttering something under their breath, like an incantation.
“Pen spirit, pen spirit, you are my past life. I am your afterlife. If you want to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper!”
Just as Ruan Qing entered the dungeon and hadn’t had time to organize his memories or check the dungeon information, he heard the voice in his ears.
The voice was very close, apparently right in front of him.
“Pen spirit, pen spirit, you are my past life. I am your afterlife. If you want to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper!”
Pen... Spirit?
Ruan Qing was startled, and he instinctively opened his eyes.
The scene of four hands, and the pen being held, instantly reflected in his eyes.
One of the hands belonged to him.
Obviously, what he heard earlier wasn’t his imagination; he was really involved in some kind of summoning game.
Ruan Qing was completely dumbfounded.
Things like Pen Spirits were definitely... supernatural, right?
Instinctively, Ruan Qing wanted to retract his hand, attempting to end this terrifying summoning game before it even began.
However, the next moment, Ruan Qing’s eyes widened directly, his whole body stiffened, and his hand remained rigidly gripping the pen.
Because the pen in his hand... moved.
The studeng on the left of Ruan Qing also noticed and excitedly exclaimed, “Hey? It moved! It moved!”
The other three didn’t notice that at the moment the pen moved, the room, which had been relatively warm, suddenly became somewhat cold.
Even the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.
In fact, not only did the room become colder, but thick black clouds instantly covered the moon, which had just hung in the sky, plunging the entire world into darkness.
It gave off an unsettling and dangerous atmosphere.
Although Ruan Qing didn’t know that the moon was covered, he noticed the drop in temperature in the room.
As if they had truly summoned something.
Ruan Qing’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sat stiffly on the chair, not daring to retract his hand.
Although he had never played this kind of game, he knew the most taboo thing when summoning a Pen Fairy was to summon it and not properly send it away.
According to legends, if one let go of their hand holding the pen during the summoning of the Pen Spirit, the spirit would turn into a vengeful ghost and kill everyone participating in the summoning game.
If nothing unexpected happened, this summoning game might not be able to send the Pen Spirit away.
And then, the original owner would become the first target of the Pen Spirit.
If he had arrived a little earlier, he could have stopped this game before it started. But now, the game had already begun.
The best way to avoid death now was to quickly end this dangerous summoning game and send the Pen Fairy away.
The other three obviously didn’t have that intention.
They didn’t even give Ruan Qing a chance to speak.
The male student on the left of Ruan Qing was very cheerful. He immediately suppressed his excitement and whispered, “Spirit, spirit, are you here?”
“If you’re here, please draw a circle on the paper!”
After the cheerful male student finished speaking, all four of them stared intently at the pen in their hands.
They wanted to see if the spirit had really come or if it was just their imagination.
They didn’t actually believe in this game. It was just a matter of who exerted force in secret or whose hand got tired after a while.
Because they held the pen in a special way, not resting their elbow on the table, it became challenging to control hand tremors, especially over time.
So, it was quite normal for the pen to move.
However, in general, it was unlikely that a circle could be drawn.
But under the gaze of the four, the pen moved slowly, and with the hands of all four, it moved to the word ‘yes’.
Then it drew a circle.
Seeing this, Ruan Qing’s delicate face turned somewhat pale, and the hand on his knee tightly gripped his sleeve.
Whether it was his illusion or not, Ruan Qing felt a chill circulating around him, giving rise to a creepy feeling from the depths of his heart.
As if... there was something standing right beside him.
For a moment, Ruan Qing became even more rigid.
The other three didn’t notice anything unusual. They saw the pen move, and there was a hint of surprise on their faces.
This was obviously not the result of hand tremors.
Unless someone was exerting force in secret.
The cheerful male student named Qiao Nuo looked at the circle on the paper and then at the other two. “Did any of you move it?”
There were four people living in this dormitory, besides Ruan Qing, playing the character Xia Qing, and Qiao Nuo. There were two others.
The handsome and scholarly-looking male student sitting across from Ruan Qing was named Gu Lin, a true academic achiever.
And the elegant and gentle male student on Ruan Qing’s right was named Qi Yunshen, a student well-liked by both students and teachers.
Both shook their heads, “No.”
The three people completely ignored Ruan Qing, who happened to be in the shadow, not even glancing at him.
Since no one made a move, it’s highly likely that a spirit had really arrived.
Qiao Nuo’s tone carried a hint of excitement as he began to ask his own questions, “Spirit, spirit, will I fail my final exams?”
After asking, Qiao Nuo looked at the pen with anticipation.
The pen moved again, slowly drawing a circle over the word ‘will.’
Under the light of the white candles, it looked eerie.
But Ruan Qing couldn’t care less about all that because he felt something slide over his face, chilling and eerie.
As if... something had touched him.
Ruan Qing’s small face turned pale directly. The fear and terror in his eyes couldn’t be concealed any longer, and even a layer of mist seemed to veil them.
As if he might burst into tears the next second.
Ruan Qing, in a panic, bit his lower lip. His pale, thin lips turned rosy from the biting as he struggled to calm himself down.
It’s okay.
Just wait for those three to finish asking, and then send the spirit away.
Just send it away...
Ruan Qing woke up, and it was already the afternoon of the second day.
This time, he didn’t feel mentally exhausted.
Ruan Qing didn’t know anyone in the main city area of the game, and the people he knew weren’t exactly the best.
So, after casually eating something, he chose to enter another dungeon.
[Welcome, players, to the dungeon <Pen Spirit>.]
[Pen Spirit is a summoning game where, at midnight, you can communicate with the pen fairy using a pen.]
[As long as you successfully summon the Pen Spirit, it can answer anything you want to know.]
[But there is a legend circulating in the First University: after some students played the summoning game in the dormitory, strange things happened frequently, and eventually, everyone in the dormitory died mysteriously.]
[To this day, it remains an unsolved case, and no one knows what exactly happened.]
[Shh! ‘He’ is here.]
[Dungeon mission: survive for seven days, or find ‘him.’]
[Friendly reminder: each player has only one chance to identify, and once identified incorrectly, something bad will happen~]
***
Midnight.
The First University had long turned off its lights, and the entire campus, except for the streetlights, was in darkness.
With only the moon hung up in the sky, casting a faint glow.
At this moment, Room 404 in Building A, the male dormitory, had white candles lit.
Instead of resting, four male students surrounded a table, their hands intertwined, holding a pen together.
Under the force of the four, the pen stood vertically on the table.
On the table was a piece of paper with some words and numbers written on it.
The four were muttering something under their breath, like an incantation.
“Pen spirit, pen spirit, you are my past life. I am your afterlife. If you want to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper!”
Just as Ruan Qing entered the dungeon and hadn’t had time to organize his memories or check the dungeon information, he heard the voice in his ears.
The voice was very close, apparently right in front of him.
“Pen spirit, pen spirit, you are my past life. I am your afterlife. If you want to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper!”
Pen... Spirit?
Ruan Qing was startled, and he instinctively opened his eyes.
The scene of four hands, and the pen being held, instantly reflected in his eyes.
One of the hands belonged to him.
Obviously, what he heard earlier wasn’t his imagination; he was really involved in some kind of summoning game.
Ruan Qing was completely dumbfounded.
Things like Pen Spirits were definitely... supernatural, right?
Instinctively, Ruan Qing wanted to retract his hand, attempting to end this terrifying summoning game before it even began.
However, the next moment, Ruan Qing’s eyes widened directly, his whole body stiffened, and his hand remained rigidly gripping the pen.
Because the pen in his hand... moved.
The studeng on the left of Ruan Qing also noticed and excitedly exclaimed, “Hey? It moved! It moved!”
The other three didn’t notice that at the moment the pen moved, the room, which had been relatively warm, suddenly became somewhat cold.
Even the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.
In fact, not only did the room become colder, but thick black clouds instantly covered the moon, which had just hung in the sky, plunging the entire world into darkness.
It gave off an unsettling and dangerous atmosphere.
Although Ruan Qing didn’t know that the moon was covered, he noticed the drop in temperature in the room.
As if they had truly summoned something.
Ruan Qing’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sat stiffly on the chair, not daring to retract his hand.
Although he had never played this kind of game, he knew the most taboo thing when summoning a Pen Fairy was to summon it and not properly send it away.
According to legends, if one let go of their hand holding the pen during the summoning of the Pen Spirit, the spirit would turn into a vengeful ghost and kill everyone participating in the summoning game.
If nothing unexpected happened, this summoning game might not be able to send the Pen Spirit away.
And then, the original owner would become the first target of the Pen Spirit.
If he had arrived a little earlier, he could have stopped this game before it started. But now, the game had already begun.
The best way to avoid death now was to quickly end this dangerous summoning game and send the Pen Fairy away.
The other three obviously didn’t have that intention.
They didn’t even give Ruan Qing a chance to speak.
The male student on the left of Ruan Qing was very cheerful. He immediately suppressed his excitement and whispered, “Spirit, spirit, are you here?”
“If you’re here, please draw a circle on the paper!”
After the cheerful male student finished speaking, all four of them stared intently at the pen in their hands.
They wanted to see if the spirit had really come or if it was just their imagination.
They didn’t actually believe in this game. It was just a matter of who exerted force in secret or whose hand got tired after a while.
Because they held the pen in a special way, not resting their elbow on the table, it became challenging to control hand tremors, especially over time.
So, it was quite normal for the pen to move.
However, in general, it was unlikely that a circle could be drawn.
But under the gaze of the four, the pen moved slowly, and with the hands of all four, it moved to the word ‘yes’.
Then it drew a circle.
Seeing this, Ruan Qing’s delicate face turned somewhat pale, and the hand on his knee tightly gripped his sleeve.
Whether it was his illusion or not, Ruan Qing felt a chill circulating around him, giving rise to a creepy feeling from the depths of his heart.
As if... there was something standing right beside him.
For a moment, Ruan Qing became even more rigid.
The other three didn’t notice anything unusual. They saw the pen move, and there was a hint of surprise on their faces.
This was obviously not the result of hand tremors.
Unless someone was exerting force in secret.
The cheerful male student named Qiao Nuo looked at the circle on the paper and then at the other two. “Did any of you move it?”
There were four people living in this dormitory, besides Ruan Qing, playing the character Xia Qing, and Qiao Nuo. There were two others.
The handsome and scholarly-looking male student sitting across from Ruan Qing was named Gu Lin, a true academic achiever.
And the elegant and gentle male student on Ruan Qing’s right was named Qi Yunshen, a student well-liked by both students and teachers.
Both shook their heads, “No.”
The three people completely ignored Ruan Qing, who happened to be in the shadow, not even glancing at him.
Since no one made a move, it’s highly likely that a spirit had really arrived.
Qiao Nuo’s tone carried a hint of excitement as he began to ask his own questions, “Spirit, spirit, will I fail my final exams?”
After asking, Qiao Nuo looked at the pen with anticipation.
The pen moved again, slowly drawing a circle over the word ‘will.’
Under the light of the white candles, it looked eerie.
But Ruan Qing couldn’t care less about all that because he felt something slide over his face, chilling and eerie.
As if... something had touched him.
Ruan Qing’s small face turned pale directly. The fear and terror in his eyes couldn’t be concealed any longer, and even a layer of mist seemed to veil them.
As if he might burst into tears the next second.
Ruan Qing, in a panic, bit his lower lip. His pale, thin lips turned rosy from the biting as he struggled to calm himself down.
It’s okay.
Just wait for those three to finish asking, and then send the spirit away.
Just send it away...
