Chapter 15: The Vanished Class 1-6

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Zhang Xiaofan shook his head but said, “Celebrate? Haven’t you all noticed that the danger is closing in on us?”

“Brother Xiaofan? What do you mean?”

“Yeah, we all know the red envelope group is dangerous, but after all this time, we’ve gotten used to it.”

“That’s right, I’ve started to enjoy the power I hold.”

The classmates spoke cheerfully. Over time, most of those who accumulated plenty of spirit coins had exchanged them for physical enhancements or tools, granting them abilities far beyond ordinary people.

This gave them a feeling of no longer being mere mortals.

“Xiaofan, what are you worried about?” Wang Hu asked with a frown.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Xiaofan said, “I’m planning to eliminate Class 1-6 tonight.”

Everyone stared at him in shock, many showing signs of fear.

Jiang Jiewei looked suspicious. “Xiaofan, did I hear you right? Eliminate Class 1-6? You mean to…”

“Kill them! Wipe them out!” Zhang Xiaofan said coldly.

“No way, there are so many of them…” a boy said in terror.

“Yeah, there are a lot of them. If we kill them all, it’ll cause a huge commotion.”

“Wang Hu, didn’t you already arrange a fight with them? Now’s the time to settle it once and for all,” Zhang Xiaofan said decisively.

“That’s no problem, but why?” Wang Hu asked.

“It’s simple—weed out the root!” Zhang Xiaofan glanced coldly at his classmates. “Our class and theirs are at deadly odds. For now, we’re not afraid because we’re seasoned players with powerful abilities. But what about a month later? Two months later?”

Hu Xiaotian suddenly understood. “Xiaofan, you mean that after they grow stronger, they’ll come back for revenge.”

“Exactly,” Zhang Xiaofan said with a cold gaze. “Don’t forget, just now we almost clashed with them. We’re at a point of no return. Since conflict is inevitable, it’s better to wipe them out now before they become too strong to handle.”

His words left the classmates exchanging uneasy glances. After a long moment, Shen Fengxing surprisingly nodded. “I agree. To eradicate the weed, you must remove the root, and we must strike first.”

“I think so too. This red envelope group gave us great power, and now it’s empowering Class 1-6. Clearly, they don’t want us to dominate alone, so they created that class. Since that’s the case, we’ll eliminate them,” Zhang Hua said fiercely.

Wang Hu slammed the table. “Then it’s settled. Tonight, we’ll go to face them. The rest stay back and watch. Once they show up, we’ll catch them off guard!”

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“But killing so many people—won’t the school notice?” a girl said fearfully.

“Bah, no need to worry. From past game experience, even if we kill them right in front of their eyes, under the ghost’s influence, they’ll think it’s normal—or they simply won’t see it,” a boy said proudly.

“That’s right. As long as it happens inside the school, we don’t have to be afraid,” Zhang Xiaofan nodded.

Soon, the classmates rallied enthusiastically to wipe out Class 1-6.

That night, Zhang Xiaofan led the team to the arranged fight spot—the playground—but was surprised to find no one there.

“Wang Hu, was the fight supposed to be here?” Zhang Xiaofan frowned.

“Yes, why is no one here?” Wang Hu snorted coldly. “Let’s head to the school gate and block their class.”

With that, the group marched toward the gate. Not far along, someone messaged in the group chat: “Bad news, Class 1-6 has completely disappeared.”

Everyone was stunned.

“How can that be?” Wang Hu gritted his teeth. “Someone must have leaked our plan.”

Zhang Xiaofan instructed, “Everyone, back to the classroom.”

The group returned en masse. A classmate who had checked reported, “I went to their classroom—no one there. Worse, their bags and jackets are still there.”

“I was watching the school gate and didn’t see a single student leave,” another girl said.

Zhang Xiaofan’s pupils contracted. “So they vanished suddenly inside the school.”

“Damn it, could the ghost have warned them and made them leave?” Wang Hu said angrily.

“That’s unlikely.”

“Maybe they all went to some mission together,” Zhang Xiaofan’s eyes suddenly lit up as he guessed.

“Like that first group mission we had?” a student asked.

“Probably. But we split up then, each with our own task. They likely got sent somewhere together,” another student said.

For a moment, the classmates exchanged guesses but came up with no clear answers.

“All right, no use discussing this now. From now on, keep an eye on that class. Report any unusual activity,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

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Zhang Xiaofan returned to his seat, then thought for a moment and messaged Baolei: “Baolei, what’s going on with Class 1-6? Why did they suddenly appear?”

He had asked out of curiosity, not expecting a reply.

Baolei: “Isn’t having more people interesting?”

Zhang Xiaofan: “We were about to kill them just now. Did you hide them suddenly?”

Baolei: “That class isn’t under my command. As far as I know, they went on a mission.”

Zhang Xiaofan: “What mission?”

Baolei: “No comment.”

Disheartened by those four words, Zhang Xiaofan snorted coldly and was about to close his phone when Baolei suddenly sent another message.

Baolei: “Get ready for tomorrow. With more people, the game is about to level up again.”

Zhang Xiaofan didn’t reply. He stared sternly at that message. There were only about forty people left in their class now, and the game was about to escalate again—was it going to get even harder?

He felt uneasy.

The next day, the classmates arrived early, chatting about who got sick from drinking too much and who scored at the bar.

Hu Xiaotian tapped Zhang Xiaofan’s arm curiously. “Xiaofan, Wang Hu bought drinks last night. Why didn’t you come?”

Zhang Xiaofan replied, “I’ve been pretty tired lately.”

“Hmm, but you’ve been on edge too much. You need to rest sometimes,” Hu Xiaotian said.

Ding!

Baolei: “Looks like everyone had fun last night. Good. Today, I’ll take you all on a trip—to Silent Village together…”