Chapter 66 - Emil’s Horror Art Exhibition

"Have you heard?"

"What?"

"The Emil from our school is going to hold an art exhibition recently."

"Oh, you mean that? It's been mentioned everywhere recently."

"This is the first student from our school to hold a solo art exhibition. If she succeeds, her name will definitely be engraved in the school's history."

"I heard that this Emil is also quite good-looking."

"You don't say. She is indeed very sexy. After I saw her last time, I masturbated on the bed."

"That night, I laid that woman in my house on the bed and made her unable to get out of bed the next day."

"Ah, it seems like I fucked her. When I think of that sexy butt, I can't take it anymore. I need to go to the toilet."

"Embarrassing."

Looking at their classmates who were running away, the rest of them looked at each other and laughed at each other tacitly.

They waved goodbye to each other and left in different directions.

Then, they skipped class today.

As the main topic of conversation, they were currently preparing for this art exhibition.

At this moment, Flanders had turned into a staff member and was shuttling back and forth in this art exhibition.

It's really amazing. I thought the layout of the exhibition was at least that gloomy and terrifying dark tone.

I did not expect it to be all warm tones.

At first glance, it gave people a wonderful artistic conception.

But...

At the thought of the paintings that Emil had prepared for this exhibition, Flanders could not help but laugh.

Those paintings were all the type that made people's scalps go numb the more they looked at them.

Most people who could not bear it would probably lose all their points on the spot and fall into a state of frenzy after seeing them.

The strangeness of the painting itself was even more obvious in the atmosphere that seemed gentle and beautiful.

At the very least, a few of the staff members who were set up at the scene could not bear it and were sent to the hospital.

Although the sponsors were afraid, they were still shocked and shocked by the sight of Emil's paintings.

The effect was so terrifying that they immediately felt that it was profitable.

The works themselves were impeccable, and even the painters could not find many flaws in them.

Now that something had happened, would not this increase the popularity of the entire exhibition and increase the topic of discussion?

If they could attract more famous artists from the painting world to comment on it, whether it was a good or bad comment, their reputation would immediately rise.

Therefore, the higher-ups did not stop the art exhibition's layout. On the contrary, they even thought of a way to solve this problem.

Wearing colored glasses.

Because the overall effect was too good, to prevent any workers from being frightened, all the people who had arranged the art exhibition, except for Emil himself, wore colored glasses.

Because of the colored glasses, although the paintings were still a little scary, the situation was much better than before.

As for whether it was effective or not, Flanders said that these guys only provided fear points for dozens of people in the beginning.

Now, they were all in single digits.

Without a doubt, the effect was significant.

But what Flanders admired the most was Emil's level.

Even with the glasses on, it still made people afraid.

This skill was amazing.

Now that Warfarin was almost ready, everything was going according to plan.

It was a good day with no one to disturb him!

It seemed that the video was a good distraction for the people from the Mage Association.

Very good.

Flanders was already overjoyed just by doing nothing, just by looking at the fear points on his list that kept rising.

But it was impossible to do nothing.

Although he had been very successful since he came to this world to his current position.

But he did not feel that he was invincible because of it.

He knew his own things. The opponent who had defeated Jarrosus was defenseless from the beginning to the end. He was beaten up like a sandbag without resistance, which allowed him to seize the opportunity to win.

If his opponent made a move, even Flanders would not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

After all, his opponent was the second strongest human on the surface. So who knew what kind of tricks his opponent had up his sleeves.

If he were to do it again, his opponent would definitely be prepared for Flanders' Cursed Scarecrow. However, at that time, even Flanders did not dare to guarantee the outcome of the battle.

Therefore, Flanders would not be satisfied just because of this little bit of profit.

Moreover, if he were satisfied just because of this, he would not be Flanders anymore.

He was Flanders, the source of his strange physical system and fear.

His greed was something that no one could satisfy. Even if the entire world were to submit to him, he would not stop plundering because of this.

...

The half-opened classroom door flashed in the dim corridor, and the faint sound of giggling could be heard.

Mike was an ordinary student. He was a new student today, and he had just adapted to the life of Tansley University.

On this day, he fell asleep as usual, but for some reason, when he woke up, he suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar school.

This school seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, and the air was very cloudy. Just by taking a step, one could hear the creaking of the floor.

The glass of the window was very blurry, and dust was everywhere.

Mike dared to swear to God that he had never seen this school before.

"Where is this?"

Pushing open the doors of the classrooms, Mike looked at the desks inside.

The desks were old, and the design was very retro. Mike had only seen desks like this on the internet or in some movies.

Obviously, this school had quite a history.

But the more it was like this. The more Mike could not help but feel scared.

What the hell is going on?

Why am I here?

"Is anyone there?"

Finally, Mike could not help but shout out loud.

But what responded to him was still that damned silence.

Dead silence ensued.

An absolute silence that did not even have an echo.

It was as if this teaching building had swallowed up Mike's voice.

"Damn it!"

After a person woke up, he found himself in a school that he had never seen before, and this school seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

If Mike had heard such a ridiculous thing before, he would have laughed it off.

However, if it happened to him and the joke became a reality, it would not be funny.

On the contrary, it was not only funny, but as the person involved, he would feel abnormally terrifying.

Mike was like that.

Back in the corridor, Mike suppressed the fear in his heart and looked out of the window. Unfortunately, the glass was full of stains, and he could not see what was happening outside.

The window lock was locked, and he could not push it open.

"Damn it!"

Mike tried a few times and tried his best, but he could not open the window.

"It's rusted. How long has this place been abandoned?"