Professor Kong Hu slowly turned his head toward Fatty.
His glare could've stripped bark off a tree.
Fatty froze for a second, then offered a sheepish grin. "Heh. Just a little pre-mission mental conditioning, sir. Builds resilience, y'know?"
Professor Kong Hu said nothing, but his eyes narrowed.
Fatty coughed. "Educational trauma. Builds character."
Still nothing.
"…I'll run laps."
Satisfied, Professor Kong Hu nodded and added, "Make it forty."
Meanwhile, inside the chamber, total chaos had broken out.
The second group of first years had just been sealed in, and the moment the red button lit up on the far wall, pure anarchy erupted.
"Nope. No way. It's a trap," one girl hissed, backing away. "That's a blood summoning circle, I know it."
A boy pointed at it like it was a cursed artifact. "You press that thing, you summon the final boss. I'm not touching it."
