Messiah frowned. “That’s NO.3, Adam Grant, known for his exceptional intelligence and unfathomable strength. It’s understandable that he’d choose to act alone. While nothing is set in stone yet, don’t project unnecessary suspicion onto others. Survivors should stand united—keep such thoughts to yourself, there’s no need to say things that might cause discord.”

The newcomer didn’t dare argue, nodding like a pecking chick, terrified of displeasing the big shot.

Seeing the newcomer’s sincere attitude, Messiah let the topic drop. “Alright, since we’ve reached a consensus, let’s hurry and discuss our next steps.”

“If you’re feeling very drowsy, or if you failed to vomit out the pill just now, please stand to my right. If you’re not sleepy, or you didn’t take the medicine or managed to spit it out, stand to my left.”

The blond saint calmly organized the trainees in the dining hall. Once everyone was in place, he addressed those on his right. “The drug’s ingredients are unknown, but judging by the drowsiness after taking it, it’s likely a psychiatric medication—something like a sedative or antidepressant. But for it to take effect so quickly, the dosage must be high... If you choose to keep gathering information, you might collapse halfway through.”

“My advice is not to struggle pointlessly. It’s better to return to your dorms early and rest, save your strength.”

After this analysis, the trainees who had taken the drug all looked terrified.

“B-but—”

Sleep?

Forget the veterans—even the newcomers knew that falling asleep in a horror scenario was as good as courting death.

What’s more, they were all in single rooms. If something happened, it would be completely unpredictable. Remembering the gloomy, cramped dorms in the basement, none of the trainees, no matter how tired, dared to be the first to move.

“Don’t be afraid.” Messiah gave them a reassuring look. “You can split into two groups and sleep in the same dorm.”

“Isn’t that against the rules?” someone asked anxiously.

The saint smiled. “Why would it be? The head nurse’s rules don’t say anything about multiple people sharing a dorm. Besides, it’s only eight o’clock now, and the schedule says room checks are at eleven. If you sleep now, by the time of the check you’ll all be in a deep sleep from the drug. Even if the nurse brings the orderlies, there’s no way they’ll wake each of you up and send you back to your own rooms, right?”

Even the viewers in the bullet chat were stunned.

【Damn, this plan is genius! If they do this, at least the first night should be safe. I never thought of that before!】

【Seriously impressive... No wonder he’s ranked seventh S-class. Only now do I realize the gap between a pro and us mere mortals.】

【So true, as the person above said. No wonder people say top survivors are well-rounded. Before watching the stream, I never realized the difference. Now I see that in these scenarios, every skill matters.】

【What’s most admirable is that the saint always thinks from the group’s perspective. If it were me... If I had his skills, my first instinct would be to go lone wolf like Grant.】

Although in horror scenarios, numbers don’t always mean strength, everyone understood that the death rate for loners was ninety percent. With so many people in one dorm, the risk and chance of something happening dropped dramatically—truly a brilliant move.

Since Messiah had come up with a plan everyone trusted, the trainees who had taken the drug split into two groups and headed downstairs to sleep together.

Matthew Green, who had failed to vomit up the pill again, drooped his ears, waved at Henry Clark, and followed the group downstairs.

Where there had been a crowd, now fewer than ten people remained. Besides the S-class Messiah, there were a few A- and B-class trainees who had managed to get the pill out of their throats—no C-class at all.

In this situation, Henry Clark, with his blue E-class badge, stood out even more.

“We’re all veterans here, so I’ll keep it brief.”

After the newcomers left, Messiah’s expression grew much more serious. “There’s a library and a reading room on this floor. Let’s split up and gather information.”

“Even though this is a survival scenario, the main system won’t leave us with no clues at all. Our lives are at stake, so be thorough—don’t miss a single detail.”

Everyone nodded. The blond saint then turned his gaze to Henry Clark, who was standing off to the side. “This little brother can team up with me, so we can look out for each other.”

Henry Clark nodded indifferently, showing little reaction to the news that he’d be partnering with an S-class.

He had at least read a bit of the original, and knew that some things Messiah said didn’t quite match up.

It was true that in the infinite loop, there was a strict rule against survivors killing each other. But if someone “accidentally” died, there was nothing to be done.

Ghosts were scary, sure. But human nature was even scarier.

Besides, in the end, only a hundred people could survive. The rules of the horror trainee competition made it clear that everyone else was a rival. By the later stages of the show, killing each other was basically inevitable.