Right now, Clayne is finally clean.

Earlier, after opening the escape hole through the wall, he carefully used water from the tiny cultivation world to wash himself thoroughly. The spiritual river water flowing through the miniature world somehow remained endlessly pure, and the moment he used it to clean the black impurities covering his body, the foul smell disappeared almost instantly.

Not only that...

Something even stranger happened afterward.

When he put his school uniform in the tiny forest, the clothes themselves began absorbing spiritual Qi little by little. At first, the change was difficult to notice, but after drying, the fabric became tougher and strangely smoother.

When he touched it now, it no longer felt like cheap school uniform cloth, it felt denser, stronger, and more solid.

Clayne did not fully understand how his tiny world works but this is one of its uses and he accepted it quickly.

At this point, spiritual grass, spiritual rivers, spiritual candy gorillas, and soul stealing old monsters already existed in his life, so magical clothing no longer sounded that unbelievable.

Now...

He stood quietly in front of the barricaded classroom door.

His breathing remained deep and controlled.

One hand slowly gripped the edge of a desk while the other held a sharpened spiritual metal weapon prepared earlier inside the miniature world.

Carefully... Very carefully...

Clayne began moving the desks away from the door.

Every movement remained painfully slow.

The metal legs scraped lightly against the floor, but because of his enhanced senses, he adjusted the angles constantly to avoid producing louder noises.

His eyes never relaxed for even a second.

Every tiny sound in the hallway reached his ears clearly now.

Distant footsteps.

Weak groaning somewhere below.

Wind entering broken windows.

Even the faint dripping of water from the bathroom area farther ahead.

The school no longer felt like a school.

It felt like a hunting ground filled with hidden predators.

Eventually...

The final desk moved aside.

The door stood before him quietly.

Clayne paused.

Then slowly took a deep breath.

The moment he reached for the handle... A strange feeling crawled across his skin.

His body instantly became alert.

The sensation felt extremely familiar.

Just like earlier...

When the mutated zombie tried entering his room.

The same danger.

The same instinctive warning.

For a second, Clayne almost pulled away from the door immediately.

But he forced himself to remain calm.

He could not stay trapped forever.

Slowly...

He opened the door.

The hallway appeared, empty, silent, horrifyingly still.

Clayne did not relax at all.

Every muscle in his body remained tense while his enhanced senses spread outward carefully.

Then—

He stepped outside.

Immediately, the feeling intensified slightly.

Something dangerous definitely remained nearby.

But Clayne ignored it for now.

Instead, he focused entirely on surviving the moment.

His movements became extremely careful, silent, and controlled.

Every step was chosen deliberately through instinct and enhanced perception. His senses allowed him to notice tiny pieces of broken glass, loose papers, blood puddles, and scattered objects across the hallway floor before stepping on them.

Whenever something might create noise, he avoided it immediately.

lthough he felt strange as if he was used to doing this, now was not the right time to question himself, and at the same time, Clayne carried a desk carefully beside him like a movable shield while several spiritually strengthened metal weapons rested hidden within his pockets and sleeves.

Ahead of him...

The bathroom finally came into view. But reaching it would not be easy. There were still five classrooms between him and the bathroom entrance.

Worse...

The bathroom directly faced the staircase leading downward. If zombies still remained below... They could come up anytime.

Clayne narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then slowly moved toward the first classroom.

The door stood partially open.

Without hesitation, he carefully approached the opening and peeked inside.

Several undead students still wandered there.

Apparently, they failed to leave during the explosions earlier and their window glass were like his door.

The zombies twitched awkwardly around overturned desks while blood covered the floor and walls.

Clayne immediately crouched lower.

Then slowly... very slowly...

He pushed the classroom door shut from outside.

The moment the door moved, the undead inside reacted instantly, their twitching became more violent, several heads snapped toward the sound, but before they fully responded—

Click.

The door closed completely.

Clayne immediately stepped away silently, no unnecessary noise, no fighting, no risks.

The undead inside remained trapped, then he moved toward the second classroom, and the same process repeated.

Careful observation.

Silent movement.

Slow closing of the door.

The zombies inside became agitated once the door shut, but by then, Clayne already disappeared quietly into the hallway again.

Third classroom, fourth classroom, each time his movements became smoother, faster, more natural, and it almost frightened him slightly because he realized something, he was adapting too quickly, like his body already understood how to do what he should do for some unknown reason.

Finally...

He reached the fifth classroom.

Carefully, Clayne pushed the door inward slightly.

Then suddenly—

A zombie stood directly behind it.

The undead student’s pale face almost touched his own, its mouth immediately opened, but before it could even react fully, thunk, a sharpened spiritual metal rod pierced straight through its forehead instantly.

The zombie collapsed silently, Clayne froze slightly afterward, and the throw had been perfect, precise, and clean.

Fast enough that the creature never even made a proper sound.

His heartbeat sped up slightly.

"...What the hell..."

He quickly pushed the corpse silently inside before shutting the door of the final fifth room quietly again.

Then continued moving toward the bathroom.

At this point, questions filled his mind endlessly.

Why was he so calm? Why did killing zombies feel strangely natural now? Was this just adrenaline?

Clayne never experienced adrenaline rushes before, so he honestly could not tell anymore.

But deep inside...

He felt certain this had something to do with the miniature cultivation world.

Something about it was affecting him.

Changing him.

The thought lingered heavily inside his mind as he finally reached the bathroom entrance.

Carefully, Clayne entered.

Then immediately closed the bathroom door silently behind him.

Click.

He locked it.

Then stood completely still.

Observing.

The bathroom was long and narrow.

Rows of sinks lined one side while cubicles stretched across the opposite wall.

Several lights above flickered weakly.

Blood stains covered parts of the tiles.

The smell inside remained horrible.

Rotting flesh, stagnant water, blood, and something worse beneath all of it. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Clayne slowly narrowed his eyes.

Most cubicle doors remained open, empty, but several stayed closed, and from those closed cubicles he could hear it, low growling, faint twitching sounds, scratching, and undead remained inside, still.

Clayne did not rush immediately.

Instead, he carefully unfolded the desk shield he carried earlier.

Then placed it firmly behind the bathroom entrance.

If the door lock failed... The desk would still hold the entrance temporarily.

Only after securing everything did he slowly turn back toward the cubicles.

At that moment...

His eyes changed completely, cold, focused, filled with killing intent.

Slowly... Clayne approached the first closed cubicle.

Through the gap beneath the door, he could see twitching feet.

The undead inside remained unaware.

Without hesitation—

Thunk.

The spiritual metal weapon pierced through the cubicle gap directly into the zombie’s skull.

The growling stopped instantly.

Almost no sound escaped.

Clayne stared silently at the corpse.

Then he moved toward the second cubicle, again, thunk, another silent kill, third cubicle, fourth, fifth.

Each throw became smoother than the last, more accurate, and more controlled.

The sharpened spiritual metal weapons pierced through zombie heads almost effortlessly now.

And the more he killed...

The more certain Clayne became.

This was not adrenaline.

No normal person adapted to murder this quickly, no ordinary student calmly executed undead one after another without panic, something inside him had definitely changed, perhaps cultivation, perhaps the miniature world, perhaps both, and he will get find that answer later.

But there was the final cubicle remaining, unlike the others, this one remained completely silent, no twitching, no growling, nothing, still... still... completely still...

Clayne slowly approached it carefully.

His grip tightened around another spiritual weapon.

Then—

Click.

He slowly unlocked the cubicle door.

The moment it opened—Clayne froze completely.