Chapter 3Suddenly Invisible in My Dorm

For the next two days, I studied the school rules while constantly verifying them.

Sure enough, as long as I violated the rules, my credits would automatically decrease, as if there was 24-hour monitoring on you.

But as long as I followed the rules well, credits wouldn't be deducted, but they wouldn't increase either.

As my score decreased, besides finding that I was being forgotten by people, many things that could prove my existence gradually disappeared, including photos, nameplates, and even my chat records in other people's phones.

Not only that, but I always heard someone knocking on the dorm door and windows when I slept at night.

Then it felt like something was touching my feet, and there was a child's wail in the distance.

I was shaking with fear, but I didn't dare open my eyes or call out to wake my roommates.

Because I knew they could no longer hear my voice.

Even if I called for help in any way, they couldn't see or hear me, and couldn't save me.

I could only remember the rules and keep my eyes tightly closed. I tried to call for help, but I couldn't remember my parents' phone numbers or even what they looked like.

I called the police, but couldn't get through.

I sent a message to the counselor saying I wanted to ask for leave to leave school, but he wouldn't approve it no matter what.

I was nearly breaking down, but I told myself I had to stay calm.

Since I couldn't get out, I had to ensure I wouldn't disappear first.

Currently, I only had 8 credits left. From now on, I must obey all the rules to ensure I don't lose any more points, and I must also increase my credits!

I went to find the counselor, thankfully he could still see me.

I applied for a campus cleaning volunteer activity. He smiled, his mouth corners stretching to his ears, showing all his teeth. I saw some red liquid on his teeth and couldn't help but shudder.

He said unclearly, "Rachel, it's you again. Not bad, not bad. For so many years, only you have been doing this consistently..."

He rambled on about many things I couldn't understand, and finally let me take the cleaning tools to find Old Joe the gardener.

I didn't have time to think deeply about the strangeness in his words. I grabbed the cleaning tools and ran towards the large lawn at the back of the school.

The grass was overgrown here, with only Old Joe cutting it with a sickle.

I told him who I was, but he didn't say a word, just handed me a note that read:

Volunteer content: Clear all the weeds and clean up everything that shouldn't be here. During the volunteer work, no matter what happens, you cannot run away, or points will be deducted!

Also, volunteer activities add 2 credits per hour, no more.

Looking at my precarious credit score, I had no choice but to brace myself and start working.

The activity wasn't complicated, just very tiring. I kept clearing weeds and picking up trash non-stop. Suddenly I felt like I stepped on something. I looked down and saw it was an arm.

My scalp tingled. The further I went, the more human limbs and body parts I found.

By now it was dark. To earn more credits, I had been working for 3 hours since class ended.

Hungry and exhausted, I started retching at the sight before me.

At this moment, Old Joe walked over. His eyes were hollow, looking like a corpse in the moonlight. Then he said to me, "These things that shouldn't be here need to be cleaned up too. Do it quickly, lights out in your dorm soon."

I stared with wide eyes, trembling as I said, "Joe, what's going on here? Why not call the police?"

Joe replied strangely, "Haven't you cleaned this before? Don't ask too much!"

Forget it, nothing in this school surprises me anymore. After all, if they can erase people from existence, which is so unscientific, what else wouldn't they dare to do?

I just want to survive well first, then figure out what to do after ensuring I won't disappear.

I held my breath, forcing down the nausea as I cleaned up those things that shouldn't be there.

Before lights out in the dorm, I closed my eyes, but couldn't sleep.

Accompanied by those usual sounds and sensations tempting me to open my eyes, I kept replaying all the bizarre things that happened today.

Why did the counselor and Old Joe seem to know me from before, when I had never sought them out before?