I can rewind time to prevent death

The truth was that Chen Kun didn't want to lock the door, but things were already out of his control.

Inside Room 511.

Chen Kun had originally been watching the door. After Zhang Wei and Guo Jintao had left one after another, he stood at the doorway, sticking his head out and observing the movements outside, focusing all his attention on the corridor.

Before Guo Jintao left, he had casually slapped the sleeping Han Zhao twice, telling him to get up quickly, but Chen Kun hadn't paid attention to it.

As a result, Guo Jintao had been gone for quite some time, and Han Zhao hadn't stirred, let alone gotten out of bed, and Chen Kun hadn't noticed at all.

His mind was still outside, on the departing figure of the man in the black tank top, Chen Rui'an.

It was already quite abnormal not to have any reaction to being slapped awake from such close range.

Chen Kun thought Han Zhao was still sleeping soundly and didn't plan to bother him. He had been peering out into the corridor for some time when Chen Rui'an happened to fall in the bathroom, hitting the back of his head on the floor.

At that very moment, the Han Zhao who had been lying in bed suddenly stirred and threw off his quilt. His feet touched the ground, and he slowly stood up.

And at that moment, his eyes were closed.

Chen Kun, who was peering out of the door, didn't notice the bizarre scene happening behind him, because Han Zhao hadn't made a sound.

About two minutes after standing, Han Zhao, barefoot, headed toward Chen Kun, whose back was always facing him.

Chen Kun, who was at the door, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his attention completely on the corridor outside, as a shadow emerged from the washroom. He couldn't see clearly whom it was.

Was it Zhang Wei, or the man in the strange black tank top?

Suddenly, as he pondered, Chen Kun felt the back of his clothing tighten, grasped by something, followed by an intense force, which yanked him violently backward.

Chen Kun was thrown into the air, crashing heavily against the long table in the middle of the dorm room. His lower back hit the corner of the table, and when he landed on the ground, the pain was so intense that he couldn't even cry out.

His glasses had flown off somewhere, and he was plunged into darkness.

But Chen Kun, though in pain, realized that something unexpected had happened in the room. In no position to groan in agony, he turned and scrambled under the long table, crawling towards the direction near the window to hide.

Feeling somewhat safer, Chen Kun crouched under the table, turned and peeked out, squinting to observe the room.

Then he heard a click, the sound of the door lock.

The room was already dimly lit, and now that his glasses had fallen off, his vision was blurred, allowing him only to see things very close to him.

"This is bad, what should I do? Where are my glasses?" Chen Kun dared not breathe too loudly, aware that the individual who had attacked him was definitely still in the room, and had even locked the door.

After thinking, he covered his painful lower back with one hand and, with the other hand steadying himself on the table leg, began to move quietly, trying his best not to make any noise.

"Why is Han Zhao still sleeping?" Slowly moving under the table towards Han Zhao's bed, Chen Kun had planned to take the opportunity to crawl up and wake him.

But suddenly he froze, "That's not right, he couldn't possibly still be asleep after such a loud noise."

At this thought, cold sweat broke out on Chen Kun's forehead.

Young people are curious about strange phenomena, and he had browsed through various forums and videos. He remembered seeing somewhere a term called "Spirit-Splitting."

Could it be...

Chen Kun rubbed his eyes vigorously, then stared wide-eyed around the room. Through the dimness, it seemed as if a pair of bare feet stood near the lower bunk of Han Zhao's bed, but his vision was too fuzzy to be sure.

After a moment, there were knocks at the door of the dormitory, only three knocks with almost the exact same rhythm between them.

"They're back!" Chen Kun's heart leaped with joy.

He saw the bare feet shift away, as if walking to the door to open it.

"Great." Chen Kun was even more delighted, knowing that Spirit-Splitting sometimes seemed very dull; going to open the door after hearing a knock was nearly an instinctive reaction, but as long as his roommates came in, he would be saved.

The door opened.

Another pair of bare feet walked in.

Chen Kun couldn't see clearly, only able to make out the shape of a pair of legs.

It's Zhang Wei!

With this thought, Chen Kun moved forward a few more steps.

At that moment, his blurred vision saw Han Zhao's feet moving towards him, and after reaching the edge of the table, there was suddenly a motion to squat down.

Chen Kun jumped with fright, stepping back and crunching his glasses underfoot, his sole pierced by the shattered lenses.

"Damn it!"

Ignoring the pain, Chen Kun grabbed his glasses, which now had only half a lens left, and bolted from under the table, not even bothering to fit them properly, and charged towards the door-based on instinct-towards Zhang Wei, who had just entered.

"Zhang Wei, quickly, let's get out! Han Zhao seems to have been possessed by 'Spirit-Splitting.'" Chen Kun, grabbing Zhang Wei's shoulder, urged him frantically.

After speaking, he felt something amiss, as this Zhang Wei was constantly turned away from him and silent.

Barely able to see, Chen Kun quickly put on his half-lensed glasses, and with a sharp look, he felt a chill run through his entire body.

He saw a terrifying blood hole at the back of this person's head, and they were wearing a black vest—it wasn't Zhang Wei's clothes.

If it wasn't Zhang Wei, then it was…

After being patted a few times by Chen Kun, the person slowly turned around.

At that moment, Chen Kun felt like he was going to suffocate. Not far behind, Han Zhao, who had been squatting by the table, also slowly stood up.

Just as Chen Kun felt he was about to faint from fear, the dormitory door, which had been opened but not closed tightly, was pushed open from the outside, and a head peeked in.

It was a face unfamiliar to Chen Kun.

"Everyone's here." The person said calmly, without a hint of panic in his voice, and told Chen Kun, "My name is Yan Junze, I live in room 411 downstairs."

Lost in shock, Chen Kun didn't respond, but soon both he and Yan Junze were drawn to a sound of running water; turning their heads, they saw that Han Zhao's pants, now possessed by Spirit-Splitting, were soaking wet, with liquid dripping down the leg.

Yan Junze shook his head: "Relying on Spirit-Splitting to fulfill your Obsession won't work either. They've resolved theirs, but you have not." Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

With that, he pushed the door open and walked straight in, still holding the club in his hand.

"Do you mind coming with me to the bathroom again? I might be able to help you with this issue," Yan Junze said to Chen Rui'an.

Chen Rui'an stepped back, seemingly afraid of the club in Yan Junze's hand.

One could imagine, although he was not a freshman strangeness, the strangenesses were triggered after Yan Junze's arrival; Chen Rui'an's Spirit-Splitting had attempted to resolve his Obsession through Han Zhao, and it had already spent a considerable amount of his energy.

Hence, faced with Yan Junze's club, he had almost no strength to resist.