Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 186: 186: King of Fortune Bai Wu

"The principal must be hiding pretty deep," Bai Wu said.

No matter what, even if hope shattered and all was lost, Jiang Yimi wouldn’t let the principal off the hook. Seven hundred years was a long time, but women have a strong ability to dredge up the past.

At Jiang Yimi’s most sorrowful moments, she might not care about the principal. But once she recovered from her grief, she’d tally up both new and old grudges.

The fact that the principal was still alive seemed incredible to Bai Wu.

"Some areas in the teaching building... I can’t open them. I can’t find their location. It and its minions keep hiding inside the teaching building, refusing to come out," Jiang Yimi said.

Bai Wu understood.

With the teaching building becoming a regional scene, even as a level 9 mutant, Jiang Yimi couldn’t destroy the scene.

So far, Bai Wu had only been able to forcibly demolish scenes when betting all chips at the casino.

"Let’s head to the east school area first to see if we can find some clues from them."

"There are many of them, and they’re very savage."

"If you join forces with me, it’s not a big problem. You have an ability called Grudge Manifestation, if used well, these Evil Fallen will hardly be a match for you."

Jiang Yimi looked at Bai Wu with surprise.

She had hardly ever used this power in the past seven hundred years; how could Bai Wu know about it?

Bai Wu seemed to perceive Jiang Yimi’s confusion and explained:

"One of my abilities is to sense other people’s abilities."

This statement was half true and half false. But even though Grudge Manifestation was just a rare Mutation Entry, it was invincible when used with sufficient spiritual power.

Bai Wu had seen Hong Yin use Grudge Manifestation at the Traveler’s gathering, creating countless powerful grudge spirits using the opponent as a reference.

"Shall we go now?"

"Yes, we shall try to solve all the school’s puzzles within a day. As long as the Doomsday Fragment is still here, we’re sure to find it."

"Okay... okay!"

Teaming up with the Masked Strange Person again, Jiang Yimi was quite looking forward to it.

Just as Bai Wu had anticipated, the vibe he gave off to Jiang Yimi was becoming more and more like that of the real Masked Strange Person.

Bai Wu put on his mask and changed into a black cloak.

He also took out a bronze axe. This axe, a gift from the heart of Jing Si, came with a very powerful additional attribute—Dizziness.

Although Bai Wu had not yet realized it, he was already in a kind of peculiar danger.

The two quickly got ready—Jiang Yimi was still in her white outfit that, like a female ghost, was startlingly white.

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"That outfit... it’s quite white, but you haven’t been wearing it for seven hundred years, have you?"

Jiang Yimi, pale-faced with a touch of pink on her cheeks, shook her head and said softly:

"No, I have many sets of it."

Not bad, worthy of being the backbone of Ghost School. This Sadako-like look clearly screamed formidable combat power, and Bai Wu had nothing to say.

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The East Campus was originally also an academic area.

The infamous Class 3-4 of Baichuan Middle School used to be on the second floor of the East Campus teaching building.

Although the teachers never said it openly, in their eyes, Class 3-4 was a gathering place for dregs.

The formation of this class has its own story.

There were nine classes in each grade at Baichuan Middle School, and Class 4 was not the worst initially, simply that Class 6 had the best learning environment, and teachers would habitually place good students in Class 6, eventually becoming a tradition—the elite class.

Of course, the elite class is in a terrible state now, subjected to endless testing in another teaching building.

The reason Class 4 became the worst was that a teacher transferred the most negatively influential student to Class 4.

To use that teacher’s words, without this piece of rat droppings, his students would become outstanding.

For a while, the overall performance of that teacher’s class did indeed improve.

After this teacher set a precedent, other teachers did the same, using various connections to place all the bad, struggling, and dumb students into Class 4.

Gradually, a tradition formed—the trash heap.

Class 4 was known as the trash heap, and in the eyes of some highbrow intellectuals, the students of this class were trash. These future failures, destined to drag down the college entrance and bachelor’s degree admission rates, in the view of a minority of teachers, were completely unnecessary.

It was only after various paranormal events started occurring at the school, and the principal became a human trafficker, that Class 4 finally found its purpose—a reserve for human Evil Fallen experiments.

Anyway, they had no future, these children were bound to be a blight, living at the very bottom, so why not use them for Evil Fallen research? Maybe it could bring a bright future for humanity.

It was precisely this line of thinking that caused the tensions between the students of Class 4 and the rest of the school’s faculty and students to grow. They didn’t know their destinies were to be cast-offs of the era. But they could feel the icy indifference humans reserved for commodities.

Bai Wu, listening to Jiang Yimi’s recount, felt that reality was indeed magical.

In his past life, he didn’t believe any school would dare operate like Baichuan Middle School, because the school couldn’t bear the pressure from public opinion or the wrath of the students’ parents.

But Baichuan City was different.

In the apocalyptic era of Baichuan City, there were many more preposterous things occurring.

Bai Wu and Jiang Yimi soon arrived at the East Campus. The sky at 6 a.m. was still dim, but this teaching building in the East Campus was already bustling.

With the help of Enhanced Vision, Bai Wu could even see the words "strongest," "dominant," "invincible" and the like scrawled in layers of Evil Fallen blood at the top of the old teaching building.

These students lived in unceasing combat.

[Title: Untitled. Content: From afar, a building, up close, all monkeys, monkeys and their offspring all showing off, only the teachers are getting beaten. Author: Yan the Poet.

As a teaching building filled with nothing but violence, violence, and more violence, your decryption methods are meaningless here. If you want to obtain information, you have to fight your way from the first floor to the fifth, and write "the strongest," "dominant," "invincible" on the balcony. Only then can you gain temporary control of the East Campus. However, the upside is—aside from a few leaders, the level of most Evil Fallen is between five and six. These leaders are no match for the Unlucky one behind you.]

Standing outside the Violent Teaching Building, Bai Wu hadn’t expected this area to be so plain and dull.

Nothing but combat, they may as well have cornered the market on all the school’s action.

Bai Wu quickly formulated a battle plan. Just as the eyes had said, no strategy could be deployed; the only way to explore the dense population of Evil Fallen in the teaching building was through combat.

Luckily, Jiang Yimi was a Level 9 Mutant. Even without using spiritual power and Mutation Entries, she was considered a top-tier existence in this action-packed teaching building.

"What do we do now?"

"Ever been in a fight?"

"No... no."

Bai Wu thought about it, too. If you asked Jiang Yimi if she could destroy the world, the answer would be yes, but if you asked if she had ever been in a fight, the answer was indeed no.

"What a good kid, but fighting is pretty easy, just like eating and drinking, you’ll learn just by watching."

Jiang Yimi nodded seriously and followed Bai Wu into the building after he picked up the axe and charged in.

Originally, the staircases on both sides of the teaching building could lead to the top floor, but not anymore.

The staircases were blocked by some mysterious force. Until Bai Wu cleared all the Evil Fallen on that floor, the seal wouldn’t disappear.

This gave Bai Wu the feeling of playing a certain side-scrolling action game.

He could only enter the second floor of the teaching building from the left staircase, then fight his way to the right staircase, not allowing any Evil Fallen to pass by unchallenged.

The moment he entered the teaching building, Bai Wu felt many voices whispering around him.

It was as though countless angry spirits were muttering in his ears.

All the Evil Fallen in the building heard similar voices and soon fell into an endless rage.

Here, they wouldn’t die. Severed limbs would be Stitched back, wounds would heal, and even if they died, they would be reborn after a while. During their self-recovery time, they had the only chance to enjoy rationality.

Once they were fully recovered, they would plunge into endless fury again, with their hearts burning with rage, giving rise to a strong desire to destroy.

But not Bai Wu.

He was completely immune to negative emotions like anger.

And Jiang Yimi, a powerful presence with *9 spiritual power, was also able to resist the mood disturbances of the scene with her will.

The Evil Fallen were quite united, having fought among themselves for seven hundred years, dominating with unbeatable power on the top floor, switching power back and forth. But when they saw outsiders, they were unanimous in their opposition and charged towards Bai Wu.

Under the influence of his near-seventh-level Innate Force, along with the assistance of Prayle’s Eye, Double Strength, Iron Armament, and Five Elements Cycle, Bai Wu should have easily handled the oncoming horde of Evil Fallen.

But he quickly understood the horrors of bad luck.

When approaching the restricted area, Bai Wu didn’t avoid those black substances that devoured fortune. Although Jiang Yimi was consciously restraining her power after revealing her identity, much of the fortune within Bai Wu had still been absorbed by the black substances.

Thus, the birth of someone who reached the pinnacle of being Unlucky.

He raised his bronze axe and was ready to finish off the leading Evil Fallen with one blow.

Strangely, the Evil Fallen, which had a 5% chance of Dizziness, didn’t get stunned, but Bai Wu suddenly became immobilized instead.

His consciousness went blank in an instant, and then his body felt the attack from the Evil Fallen.

Luckily, Jiang Yimi’s Grudge Manifestation immediately conjured an army of grudges to protect Bai Wu.

When Bai Wu’s consciousness recovered from the Dizziness, he saw a remark that made one want to both cry and laugh—

[Congratulations, your axe has become possessed by a spirit! Even though it was already a possessed item, who doesn’t go through a second growth, right? From now on, your attacks have a 10% chance to stun your opponent and a 5% chance to stun yourself. All things considered, you’re in profit here, ho ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha ha, I’m laughing like a murloc hybrid.]

Damn!

Bai Wu was impressed.

That was the real Power of Calamity indeed. The original 5% chance to stun opponents had risen to 10%, it truly had a second growth. But why was there a 5% chance to stun himself?

As Evil Fallen charged recklessly at him again, Bai Wu raised his axe once more, and once again, the 5% probability came true.

He remained in a pose as if he were splitting mountains, trapped in a state of Dizziness.

Fortunately, Jiang Yimi had already used Grudge Manifestation to build a group of grudge guards around him.

A second later, Bai Wu was awake again; as if possessed, he raised his axe once more!

His pose was extremely dominant, as if he was about to unleash some lethal, ultimate secret technique, that is, if... he wasn’t dizzy.

He triggered his own dizziness with a 5% chance three times in a row. The odds were almost like winning the lottery.

After coming to his senses from the dizziness again, Bai Wu calmed down and decided to temporarily give up using the axe, waiting for a day when his luck would overflow before using it again.

He gave this axe a name on the spot—Destiny Detector.

The battle was still ongoing, and once he stopped using weapons, Bai Wu was finally able to launch a proper counterattack.

The first-level Evil Fallen were no match for Bai Wu. Especially since Jiang Yimi had realized—fighting was actually quite simple.

In the corridor outside the classroom, a bunch of Evil Fallen lay scattered about. Bai Wu was drenched in the foul, splattered blood of the Evil Fallen both on his body and mask.

He and Jiang Yimi quickly moved on to a higher level.

The level of the Evil Fallen on the third floor was generally higher, but they still couldn’t defeat Bai Wu. When he went up to the fourth floor, due to the presence of Iron Armament and Five Elements Cycle, Bai Wu hadn’t even gotten hurt.

It was probably the Law of Conservation of Luck, after experiencing dizzy spells with three consecutive self-inflicted hits, Bai Wu’s battles were rather smooth all the way up to the fifth floor.

But on the fifth floor, the tide of battle began to turn.

Due to the negative attribute, the Evil Fallen that Bai Wu had previously fought were regaining health every second, so he had no choice but to kill them.

While these Evil Fallen were being revived, he and Jiang Yimi went on to the upper floors.

However, there were far fewer Evil Fallen in the fifth-floor teaching building, and the ones Bai Wu encountered were all "officers."

Most of them were level seven mutants, and there were even a few who had reached the summit before and evolved to level eight mutants.

Bai Wu was also capable of fighting them, but he had a negative attribute that was extremely disadvantageous to himself.

The surrounding Evil Fallen would recover 2% of their max health every second. And a quarter of the damage inflicted would temporarily convert to the opponent’s maximum health.

Facing level seven mutants, if Bai Wu couldn’t achieve an instant kill, he would only make his opponent stronger.

He had no choice but to leave the teaching building and entrusted the task of dominating the east campus to Jiang Yimi.

He thought that without his help, Jiang Yimi, a newbie to fighting, would struggle.

But the reality was that shortly after Bai Wu left the east campus teaching building, Jiang Yimi had reached the top.

Without Bai Wu, the live fountain of life, Jiang Yimi efficiently dealt with the east campus bullies, speeding up by a notch.

The sun rose, heralding the arrival of a new day.

When Jiang Yimi returned to Bai Wu’s side, the early morning’s dark blue had completely dissipated.

"Did you find any clues?"

"Yes, there indeed is something called the Doomsday Fragment, but it’s not in their possession. The Evil Fallen of the east campus kept fighting continuously, and several factions took turns reaching the summit, but that all happened later. Before that, the strongest Evil Fallen in the east campus was always maintained by someone named Michel. But Michel has disappeared," Jiang Yimi was still quite excited.

This strange Western name made Bai Wu quickly think of the Angel Envoy.

The disappearance of Michel was clearly due to the disappearance of the regional boundaries, but as an Evil Fallen, Michel couldn’t enter the High Tower or leave the school.

Bai Wu furrowed his brows.

Although the various regions had suffered from unfulfilled desires for seven hundred years, under the deception of Cain, the forces led by the headmaster would undoubtedly try to change this situation.

Suddenly, Bai Wu had a premonition that killing the headmaster might not be as easy as he thought, and he might have to use some of his trump cards.

"It seems I must find a way to clear the negative attribute from myself."