Irin returned to the capital.
He was alone.
Stepping on this land again, compared to the last time, Irin's mentality was completely different.
The entire world, in Irin's eyes, seemed to have become foreign and illusory.
This was an indescribable feeling.
To Irin, in these two short days, it was as if he had experienced a completely different life.
When he returned to Molly's research institute, Irin did not tell Molly about his experience and doubts.
If Molly's theory of time travel was not correct, then what was the truth?
The truth that Mo Li had deduced was based on the premise that Yi Lin's memory was correct.
But when everything changed strangely, Irin felt that Molly would not be able to come to a conclusion.
He might as well suppress all his doubts for now.
The world had changed, his identity had changed, his parents were gone, and everything was different from what he remembered.
But there was only one thing that remained the same.
He was still an apostle, an apostle who was struggling to survive in the Inner World.
This was the only thing that wouldn't change.
No matter what, to find the source of all the changes, to find the truth of his rebirth, Irin had to first … survive.
Everything was peaceful until November.
It was late autumn.
The path of life seemed to be unchanged.
After returning to the capital, Irin set everyone to "do not disturb".
At the very least, he wanted to face the next test with a calm mind.
After returning to the capital, Irin purposely avoided Ling Yiyi.
He did not know how to face her.
So he chose to avoid her.
As for Molly … Molly did not have time to care about him.
Irin was happy to be free.
There were too many thoughts, and the world was too chaotic. Irin just wanted to be quiet.
In this timeline, the relationship between Ling Yiyi and Irin was as calm as water. Just like Ling Yiyi's answer: just friends.
A few days passed.
November 7th.
A familiar pain spread out from the Death Imprint.
This time, however, Yi Lin's expression was calm as she endured the excruciating pain.
The pain came and went like the wind, as if it had never come.
Irin quickly tidied up the storage space.
As the level of the tower increased, there might be some bad conditions at the beginning of the game. Irin had to be careful.
To an apostle, the storage space was only one cubic meter. Space was precious, and every inch of it was a matter of life and death. It was impossible to fill it with personal belongings and food.
Moreover, in the trial, it was impossible to set up a dead end. According to the nature of the tower, no matter how difficult the beginning was, there would definitely be a way to survive. It was impossible to set up an unsolvable beginning and dead end. Irin was not too worried about this.
What made Irin feel strange was that in the past half a month, he had clearly sent the address of this place to the dog. However, Wang Tiandi might have changed his mind, gotten lost, or was on his way to the capital.
In short, because of that incident, Irin was not in the mood to care about anyone, not even the dog.
The preparations were complete.
There was no need for a will.
Irin did not even greet anyone.
Including Old Pan, who was wandering around somewhere.
Every apostle was an individual. Everyone had their own destiny. Whether or not they could survive depended on their strength. Irin could not care about anyone else.
"Come back alive first."
"Enter the Inner World."
A familiar scene, a familiar smell.
Irin's entire body was wrapped in dazzling white light.
He stepped on the void.
[Loading …]
This familiar scene, no matter how many times he saw it, made him sigh with emotion at the mystery contained in this scene.
Perhaps only those who had truly chosen "YES" would be able to personally experience this miraculous world.
Traversing through thousands of worlds, fighting life and death, and completing the mission.
If there was a day when his restrictions were lifted, he would be able to tell this story to others. How touching would it be?
The premise was that he had not died in time by then.
The strange changes in reality were temporarily thrown to the back of Irin's mind.
There were some things that Irin could not figure out for the time being.
"Hmm?"
A familiar notification began to appear in front of his eyes.
For this trial, Tower did not hide the mission notification. During the loading process, it conveniently stuck to everyone's faces.
Irin calmed himself down. He did not dare to be careless. Word by word, before the notification disappeared, he imprinted it deeply into his memory.
…
[Welcome to Styx Elementary School.]
[The five of you. You are the new transfer students of Year 3 Class 2.]
[Here, the learning atmosphere is strong. Everything is thriving.]
[You can take the previous sentence seriously or not.]
[Every choice you make will determine your fate.]
[Please remember your own identity.]
[Choose seriously. Follow your heart.]
[Note: All of this is your choice.]
[Note: All of this is your choice.]
[Note: All of this is your choice.]
Irin: "???"
[Now releasing main mission: Escape from Styx Elementary School. Mission time limit: Do not rest until death. Mission completed and return to the real world. Reward: Unknown.]
Reading completed.
Irin looked at the familiar yet strange notification. He had many questions in his heart.
But before the notification disappeared, Irin used his fastest speed to quickly read through all the notifications twice. He did not want to miss any important points.
Finally, the light in front of him disappeared.
Irin officially entered the trial.
When the light dissipated, Irin instantly raised his vigilance to the highest level.
Next to his ear, a voice that sounded normal said loudly in a kind tone, "Now, let us give a warm round of applause to welcome the five transfer students of Year 3 Class 2 this semester!"
Clatter —
As the voice finished speaking, sparse applause could be heard from the surroundings. It did not seem to be too enthusiastic.
Junior, junior high?
Irin narrowed his eyes slightly.
This opening was still within an acceptable range.
When Irin regained his vision, he found himself in a classroom.
He did not pay attention to the teacher who was speaking confidently on the podium. He did not know what to say.
Instead, he used his fastest speed to size up his surroundings. He wanted to make sure that the surroundings were safe for the time being.
Yes, this was professionalism.
The professionalism of a senior apostle.
From the mission notification, the only information that Irin could easily obtain was the location and their current identities.
[Location] Styx Junior High School, Year 3 Class 2
[Identity] A young transfer student.
The other notifications were not clear for the time being.
"Please remember … your identity."
Irin carefully pondered over a sentence in the notification that did not seem to be too important.
But in reality, Irin was very clear that there was no sentence in the mission notification that was not important, unless he did not understand it.
Tower's will liked to play with words. This was not something that happened in a day or two. Irin was already used to it and was not surprised.
Thinking of this, Yi Lin immediately pretended to be young and adorable, with a somewhat bashful smile.
Ah, acting was so difficult.
While forcing a smile, Irin continued to observe and look around.
The style of the classroom called "Year 3 Class 2" in front of him was slightly different from the classrooms that Irin knew.
It was not because of the time or the style of the building. It was because at first glance, Irin noticed that the style of the classroom was quite strange.
Other than the front and back doors, it was all walls.
As the name suggested, it was really all walls.
The walls were painted with a simple white paint, and many places were filled with cracks. Of course, the old walls weren't the only thing that made Yi Lin feel strange. What really made Yi Lin feel strange was that the walls of Class 3-2 didn't have any windows.
Not a single window.
Why?
Irin temporarily remembered this point and then continued to observe.
Beside him, there were four other people. They had different expressions and stood side by side.
Huh?
When Irin saw the faces of the other four people, his mouth and eyes twitched at the same time. He almost could not help but say "What the f * ck".
So this was the meaning of "pink and tender"!
It was really pink!
Irin felt that something was wrong and opened the apostle panel as fast as he could.
Although the apostle panel could be opened normally, the data was still the same. On the surface, there was no change.
However, on the upper right corner of the apostle panel, there was a cute pink rabbit buff icon. It seemed to correspond to the word "pink".
It was really pink!
Irin could not see his own face.
However, from the other people's faces, he could roughly guess their current situation. He just did not have time to study it in depth.
The other four people's skin, regardless of gender, was smooth and delicate. They had the youthfulness of a minor, mixed with the shyness of a budding flower.
Irin: "…"
The other four people quickly noticed that something was wrong from the other people's faces. Their eyes were filled with shock and anger.
Irin was the first to calm down. He subtly scratched his head.
Yes, the dead skin was still there.
In other words, this was indeed the original body.
But why was it in such a pink state?
Time reversal?
Was it melted?
Irin could roughly guess from the texture on his palm and the other people's faces that he had been restored to the appearance of a 14 or 15 year old in this trial.
At this age, it would be strange if it was not pink.
Irin was very experienced. He thought about all kinds of possibilities in his mind. In a short time, Irin calmed down.
Compared to anyone else, Irin accepted the current situation faster.
No matter what, becoming a 15 or 16 year old was a hundred times better than having two lumps of meat in the way and worrying about when his period would come.
Thinking of this, Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief and observed the expressions of the other four "classmates" with interest.
Many thoughts flashed through Irin's mind. However, it did not take long.
On the podium, the middle-aged male teacher seemed to be the form teacher of the third year class two. After the students applauded without much interest, he pointed at the many empty seats in the classroom and said in a casual tone, "Well, the five of you, find a seat and sit down. We will start the class immediately."
Irin's expression was calm.
However, his heart skipped a beat.
Hmm?
The process of this transfer student seemed to be a bit wrong?
According to his impression, shouldn't the normal process be to introduce themselves after the applause?
The students had no interest in the identity of an ordinary transfer student?
This was a bit too fast.
Irin took the initiative to walk out. He picked a seat and sat down.
A few seconds later, another transfer student, who could be said to be an apostle, quickly walked to Irin's side and sat down. The two of them sat at the same table.
"Nice to meet you!"
The girl smiled sweetly.
Irin did not get close, nor did he reject. He only smiled and said, "Okay."
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