For safety, they didn’t even turn off the lights, just waiting to switch them off when the nurse did rounds at night.

In the crowded ward, the nearby conversation sounded especially harsh.

“All the high-level ones went upstairs. Who knows what clues they’ll find...”

“Do you think they’re keeping information from us on purpose, thinking we’ll drag them down?”

“Relax, maybe others would, but if the organizer is Holy Son, you can rest a hundred percent assured.”

Team Leader suddenly changed the subject, “Does anyone know the background of that E-level white-haired enemy?”

The newcomers looked at each other, but no one answered.

Team Leader stared at the ceiling above the iron bed. “What kind of dumb luck is that, an E-level actually managed to latch onto Holy Son’s thigh.”

In front of the newcomers, Team Leader was a big shot at C-level. But only he knew that compared to those S-level and A-levels gathering information, C-level was nothing at all. Even Holy Son said this instance was difficult—whether he could survive was still unknown.

“Who knows, that white-haired one looks like someone with connections.”

Someone immediately caught on and smacked their lips. “You know, he’s even prettier than a woman. I wonder what he tastes like...”

Matthew Green, who had been pretending to sleep, suddenly clenched his fists.

“You know him?” Glasses, who was lying there holding in his pee, happened to see this.

“Yeah.” High School Student said quietly, “Ninth Brother saved my life. If he hadn’t warned me, I would’ve...”

F-level is the lowest rank.

The evaluation is based on overall ability, not just physical fitness, but also brain development.

Even as a newcomer, as long as you’re a bit smart or regularly work out at the gym, you can easily get an E-level rating.

Matthew Green was still an underage High School Student who hadn’t even entered society, while he himself was just a poor, ordinary guy who’d been struggling for years and couldn’t even get a date. No matter the environment, he’d always be at the bottom, not even daring to talk back.

“Don’t do anything rash.” Glasses quietly reached out and patted Matthew Green on the back.

After a while, seeing Matthew Green calm down, Glasses hesitated and said, “I really need to pee. Want to go together?”

Glasses really couldn’t hold it anymore. He didn’t dare go to the bathroom alone—he’d rather wet the bed than go by himself.

Everyone was crammed together, barely able to stretch their legs. If he really wet the bed, the others would probably beat him to death.

But right now, it was almost impossible to find someone to go to the bathroom with. Those higher-level trainees looked at F-levels like they were trash. After thinking it over, he could only turn to Matthew Green.

Sure enough, Matthew Green got out from under the covers without a word. “Let’s go.”

Glasses breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to get up.

The ones still telling crude, dirty jokes noticed this and sneered sarcastically, “Look at that, two F-levels.”

They shouted after them, “It’s so dark out there, don’t get so scared you pee your pants!”

“Bang—”

Matthew Green slammed the ward door shut.

The loud clang of the iron door echoed down the dark corridor, as rust and black oil stains flaked off from the old ceiling above.

Glasses sighed quietly. “Let’s go, don’t let them get to you.”

The corridor was very dark. The two of them walked quietly side by side, staying alert to their surroundings.

The basement level didn’t just have wards; there was also a shower room for patients to wash up and a storage room for sheets and bedding. Like the bathroom, they were all at the far left end of this deep corridor.

At the far right end was the infamous isolation room. Not long ago, some unlucky guy had been locked in there. When the sleeping group came downstairs, they’d specifically checked the isolation room—the lock outside the iron door still showed no sign of being opened.

After an old man used a special tool to detect signs of life inside, they’d worked up the courage to pry open the iron plate on the isolation room door. Maybe because of extreme fright, the newcomer inside had probably fainted and didn’t respond no matter how much they called.

At least he wasn’t dead—unlucky, but still lucky in a way.

“This crappy hospital doesn’t even have a clock. Who knows when the rounds will be.”

They’d already observed the psychiatric hospital’s environment. Not only were there no windows in the wards, but even the corridors and stairwells outside had none—just some simple ventilation equipment on the ceiling. With this setup, it was more like a prison than a hospital.

Glasses, holding in his pee, could barely walk. “It should still be early. Dinner was at seven, we left the cafeteria around eight-thirty, moved our stuff, so at most it’s almost ten.”

“By the way... we haven’t seen any of the previous patients since we got here.”

After calming down, Matthew Green couldn’t help but look uneasy. “Did you notice? All the trainees in the studio before were guys, and it seems like it’s the same in this psychiatric hospital. When we watch talent shows on TV, the boy and girl groups are selected separately. Could this horror trainee thing be a boy group selection too?”

“Who knows,” Glasses gave a bitter laugh. “Male or female, what does it matter? At a time like this, who cares about that? Just surviving is good enough.”