“If you’ve got the guts, just kill me!”
The young man cursed loudly.
Hearing this, Chu Fu figured the guy probably didn’t just run out of mana—he was about to run out of life.
But she understood. Since this kid knew those secrets, he must have had some serious talent in the game, at least an S-rank talent, and had probably claimed quite a few first kills.
Now locked up and unable to log in, he was more anxious than anyone.
“Bro, there’s another player at the school with an experience card, but his family probably sent him here too. I’ll save him first, or he’ll get electrocuted. I’ll explain later!”
Chu Fu hung up the phone, slipped it into her pants pocket, hesitated for a second, then wrapped it with a bit of creeping vine.
She couldn’t afford to lose her phone—it would cause too much trouble.
Quietly opening the door, Chu Fu spotted a tall, skinny kid brawling with several short, stout instructors.
He darted left and right, moving like an agile little monkey.
It was total chaos.
Fake fighting: trading blows one by one.
Real fighting: wild screaming and clawing, with a grown man squirming like a pig being slaughtered.
Soon, the kid was pinned down by four or five guys and tied up with ropes.
One of them grabbed a stun baton and moved to jab the kid with it.
That’s when Chu Fu finally stepped in.
She threw the door wide open.
The sky-climbing vine lunged forward, roaring past Chu Fu into the hallway, instantly wrapping up all the burly men.
After its mutation, the vine mainly served as a ladder, but it was still a plant.
And plants could be controlled by Chu Fu.
Drawing on her experience with manipulating clinging creepers, she had no trouble making the vine twist and bind the men.
“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!”
The kid jerked his head up and saw Chu Fu—wearing a blue-and-white hospital gown, barefoot, hair wild and loose.
“No way, the Thorn Queen? You—did the game send you to save me?”
He jumped to his feet.
Chu Fu was amazed by his optimism but quickly said, “Run! What are you waiting for?”
He tore free of the ropes and dashed toward her.
The four instructors stood frozen, their faces showing shock, awe, even fear.
“Monster! Let’s go! Run!”
They squirmed like worms trying to escape Chu Fu, some even wetting themselves in terror.
She ignored them—it was fine if they were scared out of their wits.
She stopped controlling the vine to conserve her magic points.
If what the kid said was true—that he was a psychokineticist now out of mana—she had to watch her own reserves too.
Chu Fu summoned the electric saw dandelion from the room and launched it at the iron window bars.
“Vrrrrm!”
The terrifying blade spun, slicing through glass and security bars.
Shards of debris flew and cut into her delicate skin, but she didn’t care.
Once the window was torn open, the creeping vine surged up and formed a slide downward.
“Go!”
Chu Fu climbed through the broken window and slid down the vine ramp, landing on the first floor.
Just then, desperate cries erupted from every room on the second floor.
“Save us!”
“Help!”
“Please, help us!”
Young, anxious faces pressed against the windows, stunned by Chu Fu’s powers but even more desperate to escape.
Seeing them, Chu Fu couldn’t just leave them behind.
Some of these people might be talented players.
Locked up in an internet addiction boot camp, unable to log into the game—what a waste of combat power when the invasion came.
She shouted with all her might, “Get away from the windows!”
But her yell came out as weak as a kitten’s meow.
Even with 5 points in physique, her lung capacity wasn’t enough.
Just then, the psychokinetic kid slid down the vine and helped her shout.
“Back up! Back up! We’re breaking the windows! Now!”
His roar made the desperate crowd retreat. Chu Fu spun the electric saw dandelion.
The saw pressed against the wall, its two-meter diameter shredding the security bars.
Chu Fu started running.
Her control range was only ten meters.
Her bare feet hit the concrete—scorching and stinging. The summer sun had heated the ground to over 50 degrees Celsius, hot enough to burn skin.
Suddenly, she felt an arm grab her waist, and she was lifted into the air.
“You’ve got no shoes, Thorn Queen!”
The kid hoisted her like a chicken, then tossed her lightly onto his shoulder.
“Charge!”
He sprinted forward.
This was faster than running on her own.
Chu Fu didn’t bother being stubborn. She grabbed his head for balance, riding him like a living mount.
Now she could focus entirely on controlling the electric saw dandelion.
The dandelion ripped off window bars.
But it had been rooted in the ground—lifting it high and forcing it to cut through steel drained its health. Eventually, it broke apart.
Still, all the windows on the left side were open.
The creeping vine spread, forming ladder after ladder.
But five rooms remained on the right.
“Go save them!”
Chu Fu directed.
The kid carried her and ran.
Behind them followed the newly freed inmates.
“Shoes! I brought shoes!” A girl held up a pair of slippers.
The kid refused outright.
“She’s a patient. I’ll carry her. When I run out of steam, you take over. Quick—get the rest out, then we break through the main gate.”
Chu Fu germinated another dandelion seed, controlled it to climb the wall, cut through the window bars, and released the vine ladders.
Five more people climbed down.
Now there were twelve of them.
“Protect our mage!”
The psychokinetic kid shouted. The group formed a circle around Chu Fu and the kid.
They sprinted toward the gate.
The teachers and instructors finally reacted, grabbing bats and sticks as they chased.
These trainees had cost a fortune to lock up—they couldn’t escape!
The new instructors hadn’t seen Chu Fu control the vine and dandelion. They only saw thirteen people running and pursued with fury, cursing and shouting.
The kids ran for their lives.
Chu Fu felt the boy beneath her start to tire.
“Put me down. Give me the shoes. I’ll run.”
“No way! I’m not letting our savior get caught! In the game, I’m a Druid! Bear form!” shouted a chubby, baby-faced kid with dramatic flair.
He didn’t even have an experience card—he was just bluffing.
But none of the kids found it cringey. Instead, they felt their blood boil.
The psychokinetic kid set Chu Fu down, and the chubby, strong boy—barely heavier than air—hoisted her onto his back.
The girl on the other side shoved the shoes into Chu Fu’s hands and yelled, “I’m a girl—they won’t dare hit me. I’ll hold them off. Once you get out, make sure to call the police and save me!”
With that, she turned and hurled herself at the instructors.
Not only that, but four other girls in the group exchanged glances.
They couldn’t run anymore; they were too slow. If they could hold down even one, it would be one.
In an instant, the four of them twisted their faces into fierce, savage expressions, trying their best to look menacing.
As they lunged, they wrapped their arms around their targets’ thighs and bit down hard.
