Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

An Xiaomei, who was closest to him, quickly helped Qiao Ran up to prevent him from hitting his head on the ground.

Player "Qiao Ran" has been attacked by the NPC "Students Awaiting Harvest," resulting in a -1 HP reduction, bringing their current HP to 91.

Song Yuan clicked her tongue and walked over: "Are you alright? How come you lose health points even from being bumped into?"

Qiao Ran covered her nose, which had been bumped and hurt, and discovered that it was bleeding. She said, feeling wronged:

"Is it my fault that I'm so fragile? My damage mitigation ability is inherently weak..."

The boy, in a panic, retreated to the sterile cabinet, opened the door, took out a scalpel, pointed the tip at the three people in front of him, and shouted:

"Who are you! What do you want to do to me?!"

His small knife was useless against the three's fighting prowess, so they weren't flustered at all. Qiao Ran took the disinfectant wipes Song Yuan handed her and wiped herself, then gave the young man a disdainful look:

"Young man, open your eyes and look carefully. What's going on here? You bumped into me, and now you're pointing a knife at us so aggressively? Don't you have any manners?"

"Answer my question quickly!"

The little boy's threatening voice trembled with tears, and the scalpel in his fingers shook violently.

"Are you new doctors or new nurses? Are you going to cut open my head and take my brain out? Don't even think about it! I'd rather jump off this cliff than let you get away with this!"

The three of them: "..."

An Xiaoyou, with a disdainful expression, gave him a "tsk":

"With a brain as stupid as yours, even zombies wouldn't eat it. Why don't you keep your voice down and not draw everyone in?"

Song Yuan glanced at An Xiaoyou and said with curiosity, "She's appeared again."

Qiao Ran crossed her arms and thoughtfully concluded, "Yeah, it always seems to happen when she has something to complain about."

An Xiaoyou: "...I can do whatever I want, why do you two have to tell me?"

After being cleansed by An Xiaoyou's harsh words, the young boy seemed to have cleared his head considerably. He carefully observed the three people's clothing; they weren't the usual nurse or doctor uniforms, but rather looked like high school students from a Japanese high school. His prickly demeanor instantly softened, tears welling in his eyes as he looked blankly at the three:

"Are you students too? Were you sent here because you're sick?"

"Yes, we're students just like you." Qiao Ran nodded affirmatively. "As for our clothes, please don't mind them. We just like to wear weird outfits sometimes; we're actually proper senior high school students."

An Xiaoyou: "Whether it's proper or not, you know perfectly well in your heart..."

Song Yuan gestured with her chin towards the boy with the knife: "Put the knife down. No one here will cut your head off. Also, can you tell us where we are? Why do you think doctors and nurses would do that to you?"

Under her calm gaze, the boy's rapid breathing gradually evened out, the trembling knife tip slowly fell with his wrist, and tears streamed down his face.

"You are students too..."

He collapsed to the ground, wiping his face and sobbing.

"You've all been deceived. They brought you here not to treat your illnesses, but all for..."

The little boy recounted his experience incoherently. Because he was not mentally clear, his speech was somewhat slurred and occasionally incoherent, but the general meaning was clear:

The male student's parents died in a car accident, and only his uncle's family among his relatives was willing to take him in.

However, the addition of a high school student to the already intact family was considered undesirable, so they sent him to this high school. He was all alone and helpless, and coupled with the school's inhumane schedule, he quickly developed a serious stomach ailment; the school teachers then brought him here for treatment.

However, the longer he stayed there, the more uneasy he felt. Life here was too leisurely. Even when his classmates went to the infirmary, they would be doing practice problems with their right hand while receiving IV drips in their left. Here, he not only didn't need to study, but he was also provided with three meals a day. His previously poor health had even improved.

Later, he met many people here. He discovered that all the students sent here were without exception:

Either the family has little affection for the child and doesn't care whether the child is doing well or not, or whether the child is alive or dead, so they send the child to this school to avoid seeing or hearing about it.

Either the parents are too weak, the child has no support, and even if something happens, the parents are powerless to help—this is the most common situation.

After all, even if you have no feelings for your children, they still mean old age and a machine that can be continuously exploited for profit. Parents who truly ask nothing of their children are actually very rare.

These friends would disappear one by one after a certain period of time. The nurses who were taking care of them said they had recovered and were discharged from the hospital.

But he felt something was very wrong. Because the operating room lights would turn on every time a friend disappeared:

Their illnesses are all minor ailments like fever, stomach problems, and eye strain, so why is there an operating room here? And such professional and complete medical equipment?

Last night, he overheard a conversation between doctors and nurses, in which they clearly and in detail explained the removal of his organs, the specific destination of each organ, and how much money would be given to his uncle as compensation.

He was terrified, but dared not utter a sound. Whether on or off campus, there was practically no one in the world he could rely on. Even knowing his fate beforehand, he couldn't do anything to change it.

Just as the doctors and nurses were preparing to administer anesthesia, there seemed to be an accident downstairs. The doctors and nurses rushed out in a panic, but upon hearing the news, they all abandoned the surgery and ran to the rooftop for refuge, which is how he escaped.

Song Yuan: "Then why didn't you run downstairs?"

Although even if he ran out of the new administration building, he wouldn't be able to escape the school, Song Yuan still didn't quite understand this little boy. Even if he wanted to hide, shouldn't he at least hide on another floor? What did he mean by hiding on this floor? Was he afraid that the doctors and nurses wouldn't find him when they came back?

The boy sniffed and said timidly, "I don't dare... Anyway, I can't run away, so I might as well destroy myself. At least I won't let them get away with it."

Qiao Ran blinked: "You've been here for so long, have you seen the power distribution room on this floor? It's a room with a big iron door on the outside, a yellow warning sign on the door, and metal cabinets inside."

The boy shook his head blankly: "No, I've never seen a room like the one you're talking about."

An Xiaoyou said impatiently, "Then we can leave and go look on the next floor."

At the same time, the communicator in Song Yuan's ear also rang:

Song Yuan, can you hear me?

I saw the puppeteers leave the basement, but the power to the entire school was not cut off, so the power distribution room shouldn't be there.

At this rate, if you continue searching, you'll likely run into them head-on. Should I come and join you now?

They broke the gate when they stormed the administration building, so I was able to get in even without a pass.