The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"I don't have paper either,"

An Su said with a smile.

In fact, he did have it.

Obviously, Assyria's expression instantly stiffened.

His face looked more constipated than actual constipation—though he was indeed constipated.

His lips trembled slightly, his pupils contracted and then slowly dilated, he lowered his gaze and finally let out a soft sigh as if he had made some kind of decision, "In that case, please wait for me a moment." Experience tales at empire

Assyria headed back, and after a rustling sound, he finally came out, turned on the tap in the washroom, and fiercely scrubbed his fingers, washing them several times as if trying to scrub off his skin.

This guy is really cruel.

Fingers are also paper—thought An Su to himself.

"Please, don't let what happened today get out,"

Assyria said after a long silence, "Please don't let a second person know. The pre-inspection bell has rung for the last time, there's only one minute left until the room-check, let's leave quickly."

"Okay," An Su nodded, already thinking about how to spread the word.

Although it was quite embarrassing, if only Sharp knew about it, it wasn't too hard to accept.

Sharp is a very reliable man.

"Actually, a second person already knows," a dull male voice came from behind them.

But the next second, Assyria's heart seemed to skip a beat.

With the creak of the old door being pushed open, the neighboring stall was slowly opened, revealing Arthur's slightly embarrassed smiling face; he scratched his head in discomfort.

Assyria looked over in panic, when did this kid hide there?

He thought everyone had left.

Little did he expect a pervert to be lurking in the stall!

For a moment, the scene went deathly silent.

Feeling the awkwardness, Arthur let out a few laughs towards Assyria, trying to use his carefree and hearty smile to ease the latter's embarrassment, such an understanding man he was.

Now was the time to rely on humor.

"These things happen. I've often encountered this kind of situation..."

Arthur showed an expression that all men understand, winking at Assyria, "I know, you wouldn't want the instructor to know about this either."

Little did he expect, seeing Arthur's smile, Assyria's expression became even more horrified.

Why is the Kuiter warrior smiling at me?

This pervert couldn't have taken a liking to me, could he?

Does he really have such heavy taste?

This pervert wouldn't use this incident to blackmail me into doing that kind of thing, would he?

Several thoughts spun through his mind...

Assyria's expression changed uncertainly, he took a deep breath, telling himself that he must calm down, "It's nothing if only you two know."

At that moment, the nearby magical broadcast began to sound slowly, but it wasn't the bell, rather a metallic broadcast voice.

It echoed melodically within the academy grounds.

[Urgent help needed, urgent help needed]

The academy had a broadcasting room too, right next to the dormitory, but only second-order believers and above had the privilege to use it for broadcasting calls for help.

[An attentive believer near the public washroom, please go to the first floor, stall number fourteen, Serpent of Pain, Assyria.Xius needs the help of a kind soul, he has forgotten his toilet paper while defecating!]

[...Assyria.Xius needs the help of a kind soul, he has forgotten his toilet paper while defecating!]

[He has forgotten his toilet paper while defecating!]

The broadcast repeated three times before slowly stopping.

Inside the washroom, the three were silent.

"Who did this..." Assyria's shoulders trembled slightly.

"Don't know," An Su and Arthur firmly denied, "Probably someone we don't know."

Who else could it be with such a familiar scheme.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

When Lister, who was in the outermost stall, overheard that Assyria had forgotten his paper,

his eyes lit up and, while no one was paying attention, he pushed up his glasses and sprinted out decisively.

For Lister, as a proud yet humble noble, it was his duty to help a suffering classmate!

With the opportunity to help others, Lister naturally felt it was his duty to do so.

Assyria felt his face burning with shame, never before had he experienced such embarrassment,

and his pride was indeed very strong.

The cold-blooded, venomous snake image that Assyria had painstakingly cultivated over the years was about to be ruined over a mere piece of toilet paper, and the key point was that despite making such a big sacrifice, he still didn't get the paper he needed.

In the end, he had to figure it out himself!

Assyria was just about to say something to salvage his lost image.

Right at that moment, the bathroom door was slammed open.

It was the teammates from the third squad.

"Captain, the paper's here!"

The remnants of sweat were still visible on their faces as they panted heavily, their eyes seemed to shine with a light, that twinkling glow was the noblest of teammate affection!

In the Nether World, what's tested is the trust and friendship between teammates,

so as soon as they heard their captain was in trouble, the third squad immediately mobilized as one, beating the curfew deadline with a hundred-meter dash speed, hurriedly delivering the rescue supplies!

Just ten-odd seconds were all it took for this miraculous speed, epitomizing the precious bond between teammates!

Facing the fervent gazes of his subordinates, Assyria felt a surge of frustration welling up in his chest,

at that moment, he knew,

his life was over.

That night.

Before lights out, most Cultists wouldn't go straight to sleep but would share their experiences and gossip in bed to alleviate mental stress, which was the only form of entertainment available.

In a previous life, this was known as dormitory night talks.

Various incredible stories would spread like wildfire and grow increasingly far-fetched, evolving continuously with someone's crazy exaggeration.

In the second squad's dorm,

"Did you hear? Assyria forgot to bring paper when he went to take a dump today!"

"Nobody had any, it was even his own subordinates who brought it over, haha."

"For real?"

In the fourth squad's dorm.

"Did you hear? None of his subordinates had paper either, so Assyria resolved it using his own fingers today!"

"He's really harsh on himself!"

Next building over.

"Assyria forgot to bring paper when he took a shit today, and his subordinates didn't have any either, so Assyria used his subordinate's fingers to handle it."

"He's really harsh on his subordinates!"

In the dorm of the newbies who follow the Painful Pleasure Alphabet Sect.

"Assyria is seeking pleasure from pain, so he deliberately didn't bring paper—that's the master's task."

"He plays it really tough!"

In the dorm of the newbies who follow the Excited Nude Wind Sect.

"Today Assyria and his subordinates were stirring shit in the bathroom!"

"He and his subordinates play it really tough!"

In the dorm of the newbies who follow the Leaky Shame Sect.

"Assyria has come to understand the essence of painful shame, he got stirred up too much and started leaking shit!"

"He plays it really tough on himself!"

In the instructors' dorm.

"Did I hear that your troop's Assyria, was eating shit in the restroom and even asked for a napkin to wipe his mouth?"

"... That guy isn't from our troop."

The next morning, An Su opened his eyes.

He got out of bed, opened the window, and reveled in the morning breeze.

After a brief autumn rain, the sky that morning was crystal clear as if washed clean, while the fresh and slightly chilly autumn wind swept through,

stirring the dew on the grass and setting off waves of color amongst the leaves.

It was a very refreshing morning indeed.

Bathed in the warm sunshine, he broke into a clean, radiant smile.

Life is truly wonderful.

[Mother Goddess of Pain has noticed you once again]

Just don't know why the Mother Goddess is peeking this early in the morning.

Meanwhile, the voice of the Celestial Messenger slowly rose, a channel exclusively for saints, audible to all saints:

[First Kill]

[Serpent of Pain, captain of the second squad, second tier Magician, Assyria.Xius has forfeited his qualifications and withdrawn from Nether, eligible to return to the original world due to voluntary withdrawal]

[Contributors: An Su Moningsta (50%), Lister Muen (40%), Arthur Sunny (10%)]

[Due to first kill bonus, An Su earns five points, Lister four points, Arthur one point]

"?" The saints gathering troops were confused.