Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 282 - 277: Strange Divine Academy 22

Josh couldn’t help but have a headache. She knew that this madman was not easy to deal with at all!

The Divine Power erupting from him was no less than that of the Mermaid King.

She was being pressed so hard that her head was about to split, and her low E-level spiritual power was completely unable to withstand such high-level oppression.

Josh’s face instantly turned pale, even her fingertips were trembling: "It’s not... I... didn’t lie."

The Pope tightly held her slender waist and wrists.

A frail little girl like her, he didn’t even need to use ten percent of his strength to crush her.

The ease of control made him give rise to a few violent thoughts, wanting to completely break her wrists, watching her collapse limply into his arms, powerless and obedient, whimpering softly, begging for mercy, admitting she belonged only to him, offering her body voluntarily, leaving marks that belonged solely to him...

There was a kind of beast being awakened in the Pope’s eyes.

Josh instinctively sensed danger, the hair on the back of her neck standing up.

Her mind raced: "You are the supreme His Holiness the Pope! I am just a new student, humble and lowly, I... am not worthy of your kiss and touch!"

"Heh..." The Pope’s arm, locked around her waist, tightened slightly, embedding her into his arms, madness filling his eyes, a dark hell churning within: "If I say you are worthy, you are naturally worthy."

"You are the most special little believer, offering holy white flowers every day to the fallen god."

"The heat and devotion in your eyes awakened the sleeping god."

"The god descends only for you."

"You deserve the most supreme glory in this world."

Josh quickly caught the keywords from his insane words.

What does "fallen god" mean? Is he fallen?

In such a grand and magnificent academy, where almost everyone unconditionally, devoutly believes in him, what makes him fallen?

And he still has time to brainwash her here.

Josh just wanted to show her loyalty and improve her favorability, not expecting the Pope to be so cheap, evidently taking a fancy to her!

She was underage, going down this hidden storyline, isn’t it inappropriate?

Her chin was suddenly pinched.

Josh snapped back from the pain, looking at the person in front of her.

The Pope dangerously narrowed his eyes: "Are you distracted?"

Josh showed a panicked expression, "You misunderstood me..."

"Misunderstood?" The Pope’s grip tightened: "Misunderstood what?"

Josh whispered: "I just want to be your most loyal believer, nothing else."

Anyway, when it comes to feelings, as long as she never admits it, the other party can’t provide evidence.

"Nothing else?" The Pope’s voice was low and hoarse, his dry thumb stroking her chin.

The cold touch inexplicably reminded Josh of a cold snake, evoking a chilling sensation of being entwined by one.

She nodded with a stiff upper lip: "Yes..."

The pressure on her grew heavier, the suppression of spiritual power almost making it impossible for her to breathe, her ears started ringing, and her vision gradually blurred.

The small crack in her heart began to throb faintly in pain again.

Josh was on the verge of losing consciousness and in her confusion heard the man’s angry, embarrassed low roar by her ear.

"Get out!"

She reopened her eyes; the dream realm had awakened, and it was just beginning to get light.

Erin was still tied up beside her, the female ghost underneath had already dissipated, and the players were leaving with their respective NPCs.

Josh breathed a sigh of relief.

She dared not provoke this lunatic recklessly again.

But since the show must go on, she went and picked another little white flower, placing it at the base of the divine throne.

A gust of wind came, blowing the little white flower directly to the ground.

Josh: "..."

Alright then.

*

No one expected that after evading last night’s grand chase, they would today have to face other NPCs’ campus violence.

Upon arriving in the classroom, they found their seats covered in chalk dust, spit, and all sorts of trash scattered over them.

The blackboard was filled with all sorts of filthy language attacking them.

To be precise, all this was targeting the NPCs around them, not the players themselves.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What was this?

Internal strife?

The NPCs sitting in the corner laughed wildly, looking at them: "Sit down! Why don’t you sit, good students?"

"Yeah, didn’t you pass the first test? That’s amazing!"

"This is our gift to you. Aren’t you happy?"

"Why aren’t you laughing? Do you naturally not like to laugh?"

"Did you hear me telling you to sit down?"

An NPC at the back completely lost it and threw a chair forward.

The NPCs next to the players trembled with fear, no longer having that previous arrogant and domineering demeanor, becoming like normal people, trembling in fear in the face of campus violence.

The players looked at each other: "What’s going on? Should we do something?"

Lulu protected her NPC behind her, glaring at those people: "What do you want to do?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The NPCs burst into laughter: "Oh, we’re so scared~ we’re just saying hello to our classmates, why are you scared?"

"Yeah, why be so serious? We’re all classmates!"

Someone even started to make a move, grabbing the hair of the NPC beside the player, intending to hit.

The players’ task was to escort the NPCs to graduation smoothly, but it didn’t say anything about how to handle such campus violence.

The leading school bully girl scoffed disdainfully: "Look, these are the classmates you rely on. You’re being bullied, and they have no reaction! So why test with them? Why go through the challenges? No one should graduate!"

"Hahaha!"

The NPCs burst into laughter.

The NPCs beside the players looked pale as if they could faint at any moment.

The leading girl rudely pulled a nearby NPC over, grabbed their hair, and beat them harshly.

The player nearby had no choice but to intervene: "Stop it!" If someone got beaten to death, her task would fail.

But those people just didn’t care, catching anyone they could and hitting them.

The players next to them only looked on coldly; after all, it wasn’t their NPCs being beaten, so there was no need to get involved.

Seeing the NPC being beaten to the point of near death, her task was about to fail.

The girl eagerly said, "If you hit them again, I’ll tell the teacher!"

Seeing they weren’t intimidated, she quickly turned and ran out, soon returning with Windsor.

"What are you doing?" Windsor stood at the door and sternly questioned.

The school bullies stopped and obediently sat back in their seats: "Teacher, we’re just playing around with our classmates."

"I know, class is about to start, everyone sit down." Windsor rebuked them and then turned to leave.

The girl was surprised, watching Windsor’s departing figure: "Just like that?"

So many people ganged up on a student, and she didn’t care?

Isn’t the school’s order and discipline supposed to be the most important?

Now there are students being beaten up, and no one takes it seriously?

Or were these rules only set for the players?