Blurb：
Trapped in the lethal game *Nightmare at Crestfall*, Layla discovers her dead alma mater resurrected as a survival horror arena. As rookie players flee **The Jocks** - Crestfall High's infamous bully ghosts - Layla channels her childhood ally **Ronan Graves'** brutal justice, wielding S-tier weapons like the **Penance Rope** and **Silencer's Box**. But when players betray her and the **killing-machine boss** emerges, she screams for the unlikeliest savior: Ronan himself, now a scythe-wielding entity questioning his bloodlust.
Why do the **zero-survival-rate** mechanics mirror Ronan's past? Can Layla survive **The Vulture**'s deadly roll calls and redeem her guilt over condemning Ronan's methods? Dive into a twisted reunion where high school trauma collides with supernatural game logic - and discover why **Crestfall High's secrets** break all horror survival rules.
Content：
§PROLOGUEWelcome to the horror game—Nightmare at Crestfall.
Students, it is now break time.
Hide quickly, they are coming!
Hehehehe~
After a wave of malicious laughter, the dizziness in my head gradually subsided.
Holding my forehead, I opened my eyes to a familiar football field.
Why did it look so much like my alma mater—Crestfall High?
Before I could even be surprised, lines of text scrolled across the sky like a chat feed:
[The veteran players are already on the move, while the noob is still dazed on the field...]
[It's her first time in the game, what do you expect from a rookie?]
[This new batch of players has seriously bad luck, getting the highest difficulty instance. There's no way out alive.]
[No way out for rookies? You think the vets have a chance? This instance has a zero percent survival rate to date. The boss is a literal killing machine! If any of you were matched in here, you'd be waiting for death too!]
[Dude, don't jinx it! Knock on wood, no offense intended, but I pray that nobody here ever gets matched into this instance. Amen.]
I was secretly alarmed.
What was going on?
What horror game?
Wasn't I already dead?
Was my death so undignified that I had to come to this strange game world afterward?
I wasn't the only one confused.
Some people on the field were just as lost as I was.
But, just as the chat feed said, another group of people had already started to act.
"Wait," a girl reached out and grabbed a man who looked like a veteran player.
"Sir, could you please help me out? This is my first time playing this game, and I'm really scared."
The girl blinked her watery eyes, looking utterly pitiful.
However, the man just scoffed, ruthlessly shaking off her hand and advising her, "You're on your own."
With that, he hurried off in one direction.
The girl's eyes flickered, and without a second thought, she gritted her teeth and followed him.
I watched them leave, deep in thought.
Without exception, all these veteran players were choosing to move away from the main school building.
Thinking back to the system prompt just now—[Break time is over], [They are coming]...
Could "they" be referring to the students in the school building?
Before I could think any further, I heard giggling sounds coming from the direction of the building.
The laughter was eerie, reminiscent of the giggling children in the depths of a horror movie hallway.
But what was different was that this laughter was mixed with horrifying statements.
"I'm in a really bad mood today! You little bitch, get on your knees and bark like a dog."
"You fat pig! You're so fat, you must love eating shit! Come on, follow me to the bathroom!"
"How dare a poor little rat be in the same class as us? So disgusting. Let's burn her hair off!"
"You slut, strip her naked! I'll take pictures of her!"
"Heeheehee... Classmates, you better hide well, because here we come."
This was...?
I blinked my eyes in shock.
The chat feed exploded: [It's The Jocks!]
[The Jocks are on the move!]
[Damn it, I'd rather have my head sliced off by the boss's scythe than fall into the hands of these bullies!]
[Their methods of torture are the kind of thing that gives you nightmares for weeks! They're infamous for being completely depraved, even by horror game standards!]
The chat feed was a torrent of condemnation and righteous anger.
Three large question marks slowly appeared above my head.
The Jocks?
Could it be the infamous group of bullies from Crestfall High?
Those horrifying statements just now—weren't they from the real bullying incidents that happened at Crestfall?
I had to say, I was familiar with this part of the story.
In this world, there was probably no one who knew how to deal with this group better than I did.
After all, the hero who had bravely stood up to them, fought back, and brought them all to justice was my childhood sweetheart.
The one who was always filled with a sense of justice, yet constantly treated unfairly because his methods were considered too unhinged.
§01
As the commotion from the school building grew, the players on the field scattered in a panic, all of them scrambling to find a place to hide.
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