SWDnovel Chapter 73 Red Ballpoint Pen
Chapter 73 Red Ballpoint Pen
Lin Feng suddenly felt a tightness in his anus, and almost instinctively, he slammed the book shut with a "bang," trying to shut out the creepy words.
However, on the dark brown cover, the same handwriting was slowly emerging:
Shh—don't look back.
Did you hear that rustling sound behind you?
Lin Feng's neck stiffened, and he resisted the urge to turn around.
He frantically pressed the buttons on the unreliable ballpoint pen while abruptly closing his eyes.
But this was of no use.
The cursed words seemed to have invaded his optic nerves, directly imprinted on his retina.
In the darkness, the scarlet handwriting, like a maggot clinging to a bone, became increasingly clear and glaring!
[Haha, keep pressing! Keep pressing! Let's see if you get red first, or if I see your intestines first!!]
Thanks to the "Mental Fortress" buff, Lin Feng's sanity was locked in place by an invisible force. Although it fluctuated violently under the impact of fear, it never fell below the safety line.
He remained calm, pressing the pen button again and again. Only the cold sweat constantly seeping from his forehead and his fingers trembling slightly from excessive force revealed a silent, life-or-death struggle against an invisible enemy.
red!
All he needs is that red!
Why is it just not there?!
Just then, a cool and soft hand gently touched his elbow.
It's Su Wan.
She didn't ask any more questions, but silently handed me a ballpoint pen.
An ordinary transparent pen barrel, with a touch of red ink inside that resembles a frozen pulse.
Lin Feng grabbed it tightly, and the red color instantly ignited into flames in his eyes.
Like a drowning man grabbing onto the only piece of driftwood, Lin Feng seized the pen, not even having time to say thank you.
"Click".
He pressed down on the pen, and a firm and pure red line emerged!
He no longer looked at any physical pages, but instead focused all his energy on the cursed text that occupied his field of vision, and with all his might, he slashed horizontally!
"laugh--"
A very faint sigh, like the tearing of cloth, echoed deep within his mind.
All the frantically scrolling and clamoring text froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Immediately, as if scorched by an invisible flame, they quickly curled up, charred, and turned into ashes, finally disappearing completely from his sight.
The suffocating sense of oppression finally receded like the tide.
Lin Feng let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if all his strength had been drained, and leaned back in his chair, completely exhausted.
He paused for a few seconds, then turned around and handed the life-saving red ballpoint pen back to Su Wan, his voice still a little hoarse: "Thank you, counselor."
Su Wan's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. She didn't reach out to take it, but simply said softly, "Keep this pen."
A warm current, mixed with gratitude and relief at surviving a disaster, instantly surged into Lin Feng's heart.
He looked at Su Wan with deep emotion and secretly vowed:
"Counselor... no, Wan'er, I, Lin Feng, will remember this kindness."
"Even if I were to die from exhaustion for you, I, Lin Feng, would never flinch!"
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Just then, a trembling scream suddenly came from a corner of the library reading room!
Lin Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white woman who appeared to be about thirty years old.
Clara, the chosen one from the Land of Bullfighting, was trembling violently.
At that moment, she was desperately pressing the ballpoint pen in her hand, frantically scribbling on the pages of the book, as if grasping at the last straw.
The pen tip swept across the paper, leaving behind a jumble of blue, black, and green lines, but notably missing that life-saving red.
"Does anyone have a red pen? Please, does anyone have a red pen?!"
She suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes scanning her surroundings in despair, her voice trembling with tears.
Su Wan subtly extended her fingers, gently pinched Lin Feng's wrist, and shook her head at him almost imperceptibly.
Lin Feng understood immediately.
This is a world of supernatural tales, where any unnecessary actions may bring unforeseen disasters. It's better to avoid trouble.
Moreover, the other party is not a chosen one in the same profession, lacking a basis for cooperation, and the potential risks of helping far outweigh the benefits.
At that very moment, on the pages before Clara's eyes, vicious annotations sprouted wildly like living mold:
You're going to die! You're going to die! You're going to die!
Your struggles are futile, but your death... will be a perfect sacrifice!
They will meticulously process your fears, and your flesh and blood will become an unparalleled delicacy—
Your intestines will be filled with despair, and incredibly chewy!
Your eyes will become a superb burst of flavorful dessert, exploding between your teeth!
Your trembling heart will be carefully steamed into a shivering bun, and offered to the deepest darkness!
【…】
Want to know how you died?
"No... I don't want to! I don't want to know!" Clara shook her head frantically, clutching her hair tightly with both hands.
Since you're so eager to know, then I'll tell you...
You would stick a pen up your nostril, then slam your head against the table... and the pen would just go straight into your brain...
[...the pen will be inserted directly into your brain...]
[...it's been inserted into your brain...]
The curse-like words, like a demonic chant, relentlessly assaulted her last shred of sanity.
Clara's sanity plummeted, the light in her eyes quickly went out, and was completely replaced by an empty and pure madness.
The next second, she was like a puppet with a pre-programmed routine, mechanically grabbing the ballpoint pen on the table that couldn't draw a red line and slowly sticking it into her right nostril!
The students who witnessed this scene were all stunned. The air was deathly still, and time seemed to stand still.
Immediately afterwards, Clara let out a howl that was not human and mixed with a sense of relief, and with all her might, she slammed her forehead hard against the hard wooden tabletop!
"Bang—Pfft!!"
A deep, muffled bang that sent chills down one's spine.
The ballpoint pen, under the immense impact, sank in completely, instantly piercing through the nasal cavity and ethmoid bone, and penetrating straight into the brain.
Clara's body convulsed violently as if an electric current had been cut off, then she slumped down limply, lying face down on the open pages of the book.
Dark red blood mixed with some grayish-white tissue gushed from her twisted nostrils and slightly open mouth, quickly blurring the horrifying words.
However, the expected contorted pain did not appear on her face.
Instead, there is a meticulously crafted, eerily serene smile.
That smile profaned her death, making her seem like a marionette that had been played with and finally positioned to a satisfactory state.
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Studio:
"This isn't just losing sanity, it's completely humiliating me! I have to sleep with the lights on tonight!"
"It even lets you know how you're going to die, and then makes you carry it out yourself... This kind of script is too cruel!"
"When I saw the dish names annotated with 'trickery' in the report, I actually swallowed hard just now... Am I hopeless?!"
"To be honest, this weird boss's menu... he really knows how to eat? (Just kidding)"
"Help! I was holding a pen in my hand just now, and my nose itched, and I almost reflexively... I'm covered in cold sweat now!"
"Try it and you'll die! This isn't something you should learn!"
"This live stream had a huge impact! I hereby declare that my ballpoint pen and my nostrils are now in a long-distance relationship and will never see each other again!"
"Her last laugh sent me flying off my chair! It was a hundred times scarier than the blood-soaked scene!"