The time for hiding was not abundant.
After a dull chime of the bell.
The announcement echoed bizarrely across the entire campus, "Now, the game has begun."
And at this moment,
In the playground, numerous students, including teachers slowly lowered their hands, their eyes slightly reddened, and their shadows under the hazy light appeared eerie, elongated, and twisted like monsters.
Only Ma Liang's eyes carried a hint of godliness, his body exuded an aura of nihility, his shadow too twisted and faded, but his originally innocent gaze had slowly vanished, and a profound consciousness was gradually restoring.
Now, he was no longer the elementary student Ma Liang, but the true will of a god had returned; all his past memories had also surfaced.
Su Buxian's earlier conversation also appeared in his mind.
"At such a critical juncture," Ma Liang pulled out a lollipop from his pocket, extended his hand, and drew out a piece of paper rolled around a thin tube.
It bore a location.
