Chapter 142: The Toilet Supernatural Entity, an Absurd Talent

Chapter 142: The Toilet Supernatural Entity, an Absurd Talent

Passing through the campus and turning into a narrow path that cut through a building, they finally saw the so-called dormitory.

The massive dormitory building was neat and clean, with no traces of blood or horror—not even scattered trash or mess. The only eerie thing was that all the dormitory doors and windows were tightly shut.

Soon, they arrived in front of Room 404.

Liu Congming opened his game panel, fumbling a bit before unlocking the door. He grabbed Ji Yan in a hurry. "Quick, get inside!"

As he stepped in, Ji Yan glanced at the sky outside the building and suddenly froze.

The originally clear sky had abruptly begun to distort and flicker like a glitching screen. In that split second of distortion, a horrifying, lifeless scene flashed by— But before he could get a clear look, Ji Yan was yanked inside. Liu Congming locked the door behind them and secured the window tightly.

Only after confirming there was no way anything could open them did Liu Congming clap his hands and grin. "Alright, now we’re truly safe."

Ji Yan watched him and asked, "You’re this nervous? Does staying outside for even a second after dark cause an explosion or something?"

"Don’t joke about it—it actually might!"

"Students from the Ordinary Class don’t have the privilege of Night Study. If you’re not back in the dorm by dark, those School Police supernatural freaks will notice immediately."

"My last roommate—he must’ve been sleepwalking or something, who the hell knows—opened the door that night. I saw it with my own eyes: a giant black hand grabbed him right at the doorway!"

"I shut the door and window just in time to escape, but even then, I could see a massive eye pressed against the glass, staring inside… It stayed there for a long time before finally leaving."

"You can’t even imagine how much that messed me up as a kid!"

Liu Congming clutched his chest, the memory still vivid.

Ji Yan, however, caught onto something. "Wait, didn’t you say your last roommate was some bigshot who’d already transferred from the Ordinary Class to the Advanced Class?"

Liu Congming paused, then chuckled. "Ah, that was the roommate before the last one."

Ji Yan gave him a meaningful look. "You’ve had quite a few roommates, huh?"

"If I remember correctly, you said you’ve survived less than 10 days in this Instance. How’d you end up with so many roommates?"

"None of that matters now. Hurry up and take a shower—the dorm lights will go out soon."

Liu Congming waved him off with a dry laugh, awkwardly changing the subject as he walked further inside.

Ji Yan watched his back, wondering just how much of what this guy said was actually true.

The dormitory was extremely simple—two iron-framed beds with wooden boards and some basic living supplies. Liu Congming suddenly pulled out two cardboard boxes from somewhere and grinned at Ji Yan. "Tonight’s dinner just refreshed."

"Let me see… Damn it, again? Stale pickles with steamed buns? Swallowing this feels like choking down two kilometers of gravel! Is this Instance treating Players like refugees or what?!"

Despite his complaints, Liu Congming didn’t hesitate to shove the bun into his mouth, chewing with exaggerated relish—like someone even more desperate than a refugee.

"The bathroom’s on the balcony. If you wanna shower first… Watch your step, the floor’s slippery. Oh, and be careful of sharp objects. Just—be careful in general!"

Liu Congming gave the warning between bites.

Ji Yan found it odd.

"What, did you predict I'd slip and die in the bathroom?"

Liu Congming gave an awkward smile. "I don’t have such an overpowered Talent."

"It’s just... a simple reminder to be careful. My old roommate once slipped in the bathroom and nearly got his throat pierced by a broken edge of the bathtub. Every time I shower, I still feel a lingering fear."

"Something about that bathroom floor just feels... off."

Ji Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Which roommate was this again?"

"Uh, there were only two..."

Ji Yan shook his head and stepped out onto the balcony, glancing into the bathroom. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Taking off his shirt, Ji Yan turned on the faucet. The water looked normal—no blood or tangled clumps of hair gushing out.

Suddenly, he felt eyes boring into his back. Turning around, he saw Liu Congming leaning against the doorway, munching on a steamed bun while staring at him.

"What, you planning to supervise my entire shower?" Ji Yan was increasingly convinced that Liu Congming either had a few screws loose or questionable preferences.

Liu Congming also sensed the awkward tension.

He quickly waved his hands in denial. "Brother Ji, don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not gay, I just—"

Before he could finish, Ji Yan’s gaze dropped, and his expression turned strange.

"Let’s put aside the gay or not gay part—what’s going on with your stomach?"

Liu Congming was confused until he looked down and realized his belly was slowly swelling outward, as if he’d suddenly conceived a fetus—and it was growing at an alarming rate.

But how could a man get pregnant?

"What the hell?!"

Liu Congming hurriedly clutched his stomach, then suddenly understood. He rushed to the far end of the bathroom, where the toilet was clogged, water overflowing.

When he tried to close the lid and flush, a flood of severed fingers surged out, instantly turning the water crimson...

"Damn it! I swear I flushed it clean this morning before leaving!"

"Fucking Supernatural Teacher, giving me the worst dorm! Every damn day, either the bathtub’s haunted or the toilet’s haunted!"

Cursing under his breath, Liu Congming pulled a shovel from his Toolbar and turned to Ji Yan.

"Brother Ji, looks like we’re working overtime tonight."

"If we don’t deal with this Toilet Supernatural Entity, we won’t be getting any sleep!"

The sight of him saying this with a heavily swollen belly was both bizarre and comical.

Ji Yan tried to ignore it, but his eyes kept drifting back. "Forget the rest—are you really not going to do anything about that stomach?"

"It looks like it’s either about to explode or give birth."

"Brother Ji, that’s not the point!! The thing in the toilet’s about to come out—we need to figure out how to deal with it!"

As he spoke, the toilet, which had been spewing fingers, suddenly stopped. The bathroom light flickered ominously.

It seemed quiet, but both Ji Yan and Liu Congming knew—the Toilet Supernatural Entity had already emerged...

"Tell me... could there really be someone in this world who, after loving their partner for 20 years, would cut them into pieces, flush them down the toilet, and feel no guilt? Who could invite another woman into their home the very next day for a romantic bath, without even wiping the blood off the walls?"

A cold, ghostly voice echoed through the bathroom.

Liu Congming’s face paled. An Invisible Supernatural Entity—the most terrifying kind.

Even with a Supernatural Artifact in hand, there was no way to strike!

"Answer me... please, answer me!!"

Intense resentment surged, causing both Liu Congming and Ji Yan to feel excruciating pain in their fingers. It was as if invisible metal wires were tightening between their digits, threatening to sever them completely.

"Sis, why don't you ask your cheating scoundrel that? What does it have to do with us?" Liu Congming grimaced through the pain, sweat beading on his forehead as he gripped his shovel tightly, scanning the surroundings for the unseen Vengeful Supernatural Entity.

But at that moment— Ji Yan suddenly lunged forward, a Coffin Nail clenched in his right hand, and hurled it into the toilet.

In an instant, like a violent chemical reaction, the air filled with the ghostly wail of the vengeful spirit. A split second later, a shattered head emerged from the billowing mist.

Her grotesque face twisted as she glared at Ji Yan. "All men are scum!!"

Before she could act, Ji Yan swung the Hammer in his other hand, smashing it down on her skull.

The Hammer pierced through her forehead, and in an instant, the Vengeful Supernatural Entity erupted into thick green smoke, her body crumbling into fragments before dissolving into a pool of blood.

"Damn, Brother Ji! That was insane!"

Liu Congming stared in awe, unable to resist clapping in admiration.

Ji Yan flicked the Hammer clean, but before he could speak, Liu Congming's grin suddenly froze.

He urgently warned, "Wait—there’s still another Supernatural Entity in this bathroom! Stay sharp!"

Ji Yan frowned slightly. "How do you know?"

Too embarrassed to hide it now, Liu Congming coughed awkwardly. "My stomach told me."

"??"

Ji Yan caught on. "Is that your Talent?"

Liu Congming forced an awkward chuckle. "You guessed it. It’s just a D-grade Talent, but whenever a Supernatural Entity targets me in a certain area, my stomach swells up."

"Sure, it’s ridiculous, but it’s saved my life a few times."

Ji Yan wasn’t fazed—compared to Cheng Fang’s Talent, this was nothing.

He was just curious about one thing. "If the Supernatural Entities keep coming, what happens to your stomach in the end?"

Liu Congming’s face turned even more awkward. Scratching his head, he quickly changed the subject. "Let’s just find the other Supernatural Entity first."

"If we drag this out, the dorm lights will go out soon!"