Master of Kaidan-Chapter 550: School Hell

The Black Ball was a byproduct generated when Feng Xue failed to create a Phantom Transformation using his Golden Finger. It was a special substance that could only be sustained in the environment of Infinite City. Although it had the characteristic of evaporating in the real world like a Pseudo Artifact, it couldn’t maintain its existence in reality through observation and cognition like a Pseudo Artifact.

The reason for this lay in the fact that Infinite City itself was an environment rich in free-floating Identity.

This was also why surviving in Infinite City required only a ten-thousandth of the Identity needed in the real world.

To make an analogy, it’s like the solute will not dissolve in a supersaturated solution.

Yet at this moment, these Black Balls were not evaporating directly as they would under normal circumstances. Instead, they were spreading out gradually, like greasy fried chicken falling on oil-absorbing paper.

This scene was not unfamiliar to Feng Xue because he had done something similar a few years ago.

The only difference was that at that time, what was stained by the Black Balls was not paper scraps but corpses.

And back then, he had Chen Xiyao’s Golden Water as a catalyst, whereas now, the mosaic that filled the entire room was beginning to surge madly.

The roots that had been slowly writhing like entrails suddenly twitched frantically as if fitted with an eccentric vibrating motor.

That scene, if filmed, would not be allowed to be broadcast!

Feng Xue forcefully restrained himself from using the Feminization Filter for observation and dumped bags of Black Balls into the sandbox.

He had been in the state of Non-Existence for several years, accumulating countless Black Balls. At this moment, to verify that one possibility, he poured out all his stock at once.

The school model, almost covered by the Black Balls, began to tremble along with the tendrils. The structure, which could still maintain the shape of a building, began to be filled with cracks of various sizes.

Next, even the ground beneath his feet trembled as if the model was relaying everything happening on it back to the entire school.

However, Feng Xue’s attention was not on this at all. His gaze was fixated on the swirling mass of mosaic like a black cloud. They kept rolling and twisting, with words floating and sinking within, moving so fast it was like visual murder.

Seeing that all the stock of Black Balls and Pseudo Artifacts had been dumped out, yet the mosaic just rolled even more violently, Feng Xue’s expression turned slightly displeased. Although this omen’s scale far surpassed all the other omens he had seen combined since his debut, he still hadn’t expected his stock to produce even the slightest result.

An ocean of mosaics continued to surge, and the school model in the sandbox no longer resembled its original form. Now, it looked more like a living entity made of grotesque lumps of flesh, retaining just the faint silhouette of a school building.

"If only I could ignite it."

Feng Xue gazed at the rolling black clouds, tempted by an impulse resembling wanting to throw firecrackers into a methane tank.

Though the notion was appealing, the Kaidan Fire, while named "Flames," was essentially metaphorical, akin to "Heart’s Fire." Its terminology appeared as flames on the surface of a ghost story Kaidan, earning it such moniker. In reality, however, it could neither be wielded as a weapon nor possess any heat.

But...

"If it can’t be turned into a Kaidan, why not think of it differently?"

With the thought of the Kaidan Fire, Feng Xue suddenly had a flash of inspiration. It was as if he were Conan struck by a sniper’s laser; his mind became crystal clear.

Yet immediately after, he couldn’t help but frown, for what he intended to do was likely to irreparably destroy this rare specimen.

However, he quickly smiled again.

After all, this school wasn’t his, and there were plenty of similar checkpoints in this world. Even if it truly broke, it wouldn’t spell the end of his research.

With this thought, Feng Xue resolutely made up his mind. He confirmed that the adaptation function of the twenty-second-century toy was still active and that there was ample operational time. Finally, he reached out his hand.

Although separated by the Masked Rider Armor, the excellent toy of the twenty-second century still simulated an impressive visual experience for Feng Xue. The sensation of pressing his hand upon greasy, slippery pig fat was slightly off-putting, but he gritted his teeth and activated his power—

[Make the Most of Everything] / [Master of Props]!

The power of Make the Most of Everything could magnify an item’s characteristics and conceptualize them, elevating them to an unimaginable level. For example, enhance a vacuum cleaner’s ability to "suck up dirt," enabling it to even suck away ghosts, the ultimate "dirt."

Meanwhile, Master of Props temporarily transformed an item into a phantom, granting the abilities it possessed the unique priority of a phantom transformation’s "setting overriding reality."

The moment these two powers activated, the rolling black cloud suddenly halted. Subsequently, characters began to emerge, one after another, and the remaining mosaics, like a swarm of bees, pressed toward the center of the model.

Where previously Feng Xue needed to constantly "dribble" to clear a narrow path, the mosaics instantly consolidated, continuously compressed, and then...

"Whoosh!"

There was no actual sound, but in that instant, an illusory sound reverberated in Feng Xue’s mind. It was then that a muddy purple flame, akin to sludge, ignited. At that very moment, the pervasive black cloud vanished without a trace.

The tremor of the ground ceased immediately, and the sandbox abruptly returned to its original state. Besides the disappearance of the mosaic, everything seemed to revert to how it was when Feng Xue first entered the room.

It’s just...

"Those roots are gone."

Feng Xue observed the sandbox, where the paper scraps had vanished along with the Black Balls, leaving only an empty tray and a school model significantly shorter due to their disappearance.

It still appeared to be a 1:1000 scale architectural model, but in Feng Xue’s eyes, the murky black flame continuously flickered. Notably, unlike an ordinary Kaidan Fire from ghost stories, which could only be observed in its entirety, Feng Xue found that his Golden Finger was reacting to this Kaidan Fire!

Name: Phantom Object·School Hell

Tags: [World], [School], [High School], [Hell], [Reincarnation], [Creation], [Cultivation], [Growth], [Learning], [Rules], [Disguise], [Assimilation]

Summary: Among many campus ghost tales, there exists the ultimate ghost story known as the College Entrance Exam, and what is more terrifying than the exam itself is the eternal preparation for it.

And this is the ultimate creation that combines all campus ghost tales. Those captured by it will experience endless cycles from the first to the third year of high school.

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