With the principal's angry rebuke, the entire opening ceremony seemed as if it had been struck by King Crimson; the proceedings continued as if nothing had happened, and that disruptive player vanished without a trace—even the dent left by the skeletal giant hand disappeared without a trace.
The only clue was that the class lineup of Class 2 was now noticeably shorter.
"This isn't just a case of missing one person; it seems that the ghost hand took a few along with it. It looks like all the ghosts in this level are non-renewable resources... or at least they can't regenerate within the same level."
Feng Xue maintained a straight-ahead posture. Although he kept analyzing in his mind, his face betrayed no hint of change. From the previous situation, it was likely this spectral school had more than just combat-competent ghosts.
