I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role Chapter 98

Looking at the tall, thin man half-blocking the cafeteria door, Teacher Xu could only compromise. Her face seemed to grow even paler, almost completely bloodless.

"Ladies first—" Teacher Tang extended his hand, making a 'please' gesture.

The woman with the cold, pale expression didn't grant him a single glance, walking past him with a tense face.

In the empty, silent orphanage, occasional strange, faint sounds came from the corners.

When the wind blew through those bizarrely shaped giant trees, the resulting sound resembled the wailing of countless ghosts, eerie and terrifying enough to make one's heart pound with fear.

In the depths of the darkness, it seemed like pairs of extremely small red eyes were staring at passing beings, occasionally trembling lightly and moving to another side.

In this deathly still and dim environment, even footsteps seemed to be swallowed up.

The only sound came from the Writer's wooden cane tapping rhythmically, neither too light nor too heavy, against the floor—the sole crisp sound echoing in one's ears.

"Tap, tap—"

At the very top of the roof stood a broken cross, and the blood-red paint coating the exterior walls seemed to emit a faint, fishy stench, extremely crimson.

Teacher Xu knocked on the door and waited about ten seconds.

"Creak—"

The door opened, revealing only an extremely narrow gap just wide enough for one person to pass through. No light shone from inside. Teacher Xu entered first.

A strange ripple surged forth, like waves on water's surface. The woman's figure merged into it, as if swallowed by darkness, silent and soundless, as though she had entered another space.

Just as the Writer was about to move as well, a leg suddenly blocked his path, filled with clear provocation.

The Writer paused slightly, raising his eyes to look at him, seemingly indulging the other's rudeness. "Then you go first, Teacher Tang?"

The tall, thin man's gaze was gloomy and venomous, like a quenched blade. "You're not another one here to get a share of the spoils, are you? Looking at your outfit, could it all be fake? And you still come to dabble in this stuff?"

The Writer looked at him, his gaze as calm as an ancient well. "I only came here to teach those children. I have no intention of doing anything else. You've misunderstood, Teacher Tang."

"Heh—" The tall, thin man let out a disdainful sneer, saying sarcastically, "Who here is truly clean? But you speak so righteously, still pretending?"

"If Teacher Tang isn't going, could you please step aside?" The Writer remained his good-tempered self, not bothering to argue excessively with him.

"Fine, of course, hehe..."

Teacher Tang's somewhat strange laughter felt like a cold wind.

It sent chills down one's spine, leaving one wondering what wicked schemes he was plotting inside. "But you should know, as a newcomer, shouldn't you show some respect to your seniors?"

As his words fell, the imposing aura belonging to a B-grade ghost creature surged toward the Writer standing there like a tidal wave.

The nauseating, foul stench of blood was so thick it made one sick. The surrounding scenery seemed to distort, with faint, countless wails rising and falling intermittently.

The tall, thin man's body slightly bulged with bizarrely shaped tumors. All the skin exposed outside had festered, emitting the stench of rotting flesh. His face was crisscrossed with ugly scars.

If it were a lower-grade ghost creature or a human, they would likely have long been dominated by deep terror, unable to look directly at the horrifying, bizarre scene before them.

But the Writer seemed completely unaffected by that terrifying aura.

He also didn't care about the existence before him that had turned fearsome and ugly, merely repeating, "If there's nothing else, I'll go in now, Teacher Tang."

The Writer slightly lifted the hem of his long gown, stepping past the ugly monster that barely resembled a human form. His wooden cane pressed against the door panel as he prepared to slowly push the door open.

Such an overly calm reaction somewhat surprised the humanoid monster. His swollen eyes, growing on the squirming tumors, shifted slightly, revealing some ordinary caution and astonishment.

This was a situation he had never encountered before.

Having failed to intimidate, the humanoid ghost creature now felt hesitant, afraid of causing unintended consequences. Yet unwilling to let the Writer leave just like that, he could only curse fiercely in his hoarse, unpleasant voice,

"That bitch Xu Bixia really knows how to pretend too. Seeing someone like you, she wants to protect you? A bunch of trash who only know how to put on airs and judge by appearances, what do they know..."

This time, his words no longer left people unmoved.

The Writer's tall figure, with its back to him, paused slightly. The gentleman's cane that had been pressed against the door panel was gently withdrawn. His slender, well-defined fingers tightly gripped the cane.

He slowly turned to look at the tall, thin man behind him. The wooden cane in his hand struck heavily against the ground, like a great bell suddenly ringing in the tall, thin man's heart.

The black-haired young man in the dark long gown turned cold. The originally gentle smile on his face completely vanished, replaced by frost in the harsh winter. His icy voice echoed in the ears, like a deity delivering judgment.

"Those who engage in gossip and slander are not gentlemen, but petty people—"

"Unforgivable—"

The imposing pressure belonging to the [S] rank instantly erupted completely.

Even though currently suppressed, this was already pressure of a completely different magnitude, something a mere B-grade ghost creature could not withstand.

An endless abyss seemed to drag the humanoid ghost creature into it instantly, accompanied by extremely shrill screams.

Faint, harsh metallic sounds of weapons clashing could be heard. Infinite crimson, murderous aura targeted only one ghost creature, bringing wave after wave of suffocating pressure.

An enormous, blurry figure looked down upon it from above.

Behind that deity-like figure, a falling dark star seemed to flash past, flowing with endless crimson blood like a waterfall, pouring down from the horizon like massive waves.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Catching sight of that dark star, the B-grade ghost creature reacted as if it had directly gazed upon an indescribable existence. Even its soul trembled with insane fear, reaching extreme frenzy. It immediately prostrated itself heavily, not daring to look again.

[Ding—

Current Fantasy Rank: [Fallen Literary Star] (Current Status: Unsealed, unsealing progress at 3%—)

[Lonely Creation of Ghosts and Gods buff is activating—]