In the days that followed, the impending release of the team mission sent massive ripples through the entire seventh program group. Amid the participants' anxiety and speculation, they finally received the notification for the special mission's activation!
Just like before, gray mist gradually spread around them. As the supernatural force descended, a familiar drowsiness arrived on schedule. Having experienced this transition multiple times, Chen Mo remained calm, offering no resistance to the encroaching power, and slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the scene before him had completely transformed. Desks stretched forward, the mottled walls and the lectern ahead all indicated that he was now inside a classroom.
At the same time, on the previously empty blackboard, lines of chalk-written text began to emerge:
"Welcome to the horror world of the Bizarre Radio. A new story has begun!"
"The sultry air of a summer afternoon makes you drowsy. Sitting in the classroom, you can't keep your heavy eyelids open and fall asleep on the desk."
"You don't know how long you've slept. When you wake up, time has unknowingly slipped to dusk, and you suddenly realize the entire teaching building is empty."
"For some reason, the familiar campus fills you with inexplicable fear. A strange urge drives you to leave immediately."
"In this story, the sixteen participants will play the role of students at Shizhu Middle School. There is no time limit for this story. Participants can return by leaving the school and completing the 'dismissal' task."
"This story is a team mission. Completing it will yield rewards higher than those of ordinary or trigger missions. Additionally, there are no restrictions on item usage in this story."
After all the prompts appeared, the chalk traces gradually faded, leaving the blackboard empty once more.
Just then, a voice sounded from behind Chen Mo.
"Sixteen people. This team mission involves quite a few program groups, it seems."
Turning around, he saw several figures already in the classroom. Judging by their ages, many looked a bit too old to be playing "students," but regardless, once the mission was issued, all participants had to adhere to their assigned identities for this story.
Soon, Chen Mo spotted a few familiar faces.
Su Mu, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, sat expressionlessly by the window. Not far from her, two male participants Chen Mo didn't recognize were nervously scanning their surroundings with flickering eyes.
Behind these two, Chen Mo saw a familiar face. Dai Minghan, whose sharp eyes were also surveying the area, exuded an aura that made the two strangers frown.
Dai Minghan's ghost hand and spirit-driving abilities were among the strongest in the seventh program group. Having him selected for this team mission made him a powerful ally.
Besides that—
Chen Mo's gaze swept across the classroom and finally met another pair of eyes in the last row—Lin Tianheng. Like himself, Lin had cleared two ordinary horror stories and possessed a spirit-driving dagger as his item.
Dai Minghan, Lin Tianheng, Su Mu, and himself—these were the four participants from the seventh program group in this team mission. Among them, Su Mu had cleared five stories, Dai Minghan three, and both Lin Tianheng and Chen Mo had two.
Team-type horror stories didn't involve newcomers.
In other words, this mission was packed with strong players.
Moreover, if each program group had four participants, the remaining twelve likely came from three other groups.
Just as he thought this, someone nearby stood up and spoke in a loud voice: "I'm Pan Long, from the second program group. Since this is a cooperative mission, I suggest we be open and discuss our approach to this task."
His words immediately drew attention. Another voice chimed in: "Zhong Qing, ninth program group."
This was a young man, whose glasses added an air of refinement. His voice was soft and measured.
Pan Long's gaze swept over Zhong Qing, and he nodded. "I know you."
The bespectacled man smiled, then addressed the others: "I wonder which other groups have been selected for this mission."
"Jiang Rou, fourth group."
"Su Mu, seventh group."
As these two voices rang out, all eyes instantly fell on them. Those who spoke up at such a moment were rarely ordinary members of their teams. Whether it was Pan Long, Zhong Qing, or Jiang Rou, who seemed as delicate as her name suggested, these individuals likely held at least the status of hosts.
This was also the first time in the six months since Chen Mo had been drawn into this supernatural radio station that he had encountered participants from other program groups besides the seventh. However, he quickly noticed that compared to Jiang Rou from the fourth group, Pan Long and Zhong Qing's attention was clearly fixed on Su Mu. Pan Long's eyes even showed a hint of surprise: "You're Su Mu from the seventh group?"
Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "I've heard about the seventh program group. Over a year ago, it was still a vacant group. I never imagined that in just over a year, it would have over twenty members."
"I've also heard that your ability allows you to control ghosts?"
"Pan Long, aren't you talking too much?" Another participant from the ninth group, sitting beside Zhong Qing, grew impatient. "Don't forget, we're still inside a supernatural mission world. We could be attacked at any moment."
"Fair enough." Pan Long nodded, unbothered. "Let's get back to the point and discuss this mission. Don't you all feel that the mission description is a bit..."
"Too simple?" Jiang Rou interjected.
"Exactly! Has anyone noticed that this team mission has no extra requirements, not even a time limit? We just need to leave the school to trigger the teleport."
Scratching his head, Pan Long looked puzzled.
"The simpler the requirement, the more I think we shouldn't let our guard down. Although the mission only asks us to leave the school, do you really think we can just walk out easily?"
As she spoke, Jiang Rou's tone grew serious. "Don't forget, the mission prompt includes a line: 'For some reason, the familiar campus fills you with inexplicable fear.' This is a supernatural world where vengeful spirits kill. To put it bluntly, we're in a haunted school! The 'dismissal' task—I don't think it's that simple."
"Beautiful lady, what do you suggest we do then?"
At that moment, Chen Mo looked up at the sky outside the window. It was getting dark, and the oppressive black clouds seemed to herald an impending downpour.
"This mission gives us too little information. We'll probably have to rely on our own exploration for more clues. Even so, before nightfall, I think we should still try to find out what exactly is preventing us from leaving the school!"