Since this printing room was ignoring Wen Wen, Wen Wen decided to bother it instead.
He placed his hand on the door, and dark power spread out like tentacles made of viscous liquid, engulfing the entire door.
Something inside the room seemed to sense it, and test papers for various subjects flew out from the door cracks, wrapping around Wen Wen.
The general studies paper stuffed Wen Wen's mouth shut, the math paper burrowed into his nostrils, the physics paper blinded him, and test papers for other subjects all tried to impede his actions, constantly drilling into his body.
This wasn't the end. Transparent brains floated out from each test paper, wielding rulers and striking Wen Wen relentlessly.
The number of transparent brains grew, and the corridor struggled to support them. The assistants guarding the door were pushed back by an invisible force.
In their eyes, a horrifying scene gradually unfolded. The shadows of those transparent brains became clearer, even perceptible to ordinary people, and their power continued to rise.
Despite being ordinary people, the assistants displayed commendable composure in the face of this change.
He immediately feigned panic, but his left hand moved behind him, preparing to press the emergency alarm. The situation did not allow him to make a phone call to explain.
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However, his hand froze as it touched the alarm, because Wen Wen, firmly trapped by the test papers, suddenly extended a hand and waved him to stop.
"You can stick test papers all over my face if you want, but could you use a different kind? Like a mental aptitude test, that would be more fitting for me."
"These respectable educational test papers should be placed in sacred classrooms, not used for this purpose."
Wen Wen felt a slight shiver when he said the word 'sacred,' not out of dislike, but simply because he found it distasteful.
After Wen Wen finished speaking, all the test papers stopped, and then their attacks intensified, though they reduced the number of attempts to burrow into Wen Wen's body through various openings.
Yet, Wen Wen remained unmoved amidst these attacks, as if they were mere tickles. In reality, Wen Wen was gritting his teeth, but it was hidden by the papers.
When the pain exceeded a certain limit, Wen Wen burst into laughter.
"I advise you to stop. While this attack is indeed painful, so painful it pierces the heart."
"However, it's meaningless to me!"
Wen Wen spoke with heavy breaths, his voice hoarse, an undisguised hint of pleasure conveyed through his tone.
His eyes, concealed by the papers, suddenly turned the color of blood. A crimson aura seeped through the cracks in the papers. Under the influence of this aura, the transparent brains attacked with even greater force.
"Do you know why I don't resist? Heh heh, hahaha… Because it feels good!"
"But I'm not a masochist, at least not now. It's just that you only want to hurt me, not injure me, so I don't want the last remnants left by those people to disappear completely."
"Your power is great, but you don't aim to kill me. Therefore, your attacks are ineffective against me. Pain only makes me stronger."
Pure black energy surged from Wen Wen, clawing and dancing, like a black hurricane shattering the roof of the teaching building, resembling black smoke writhing in the night.
The unleashed energy pushed all the test papers aside. Wen Wen calmly walked to the door and pressed it again.
From the previous contact, Wen Wen understood that the printing room was not the entity's true form. This time, Wen Wen held nothing back. The entire floor, walls, windows, and ceiling of the printing room vanished within seconds.
A giant printer, over two meters tall, floated in mid-air. This printer was a chaotic jumble of colors and mismatched designs, as if dozens of printers had been fused together.
Laser printers, electrostatic printers, inkjet printers, 3D printers – essentially, any printer found on the market, as well as antique printers that had been discontinued, were present. Wen Wen even spotted woodblock and movable type printing…
Besides the varied forms of printers, an appalling number of obsessions were intertwined with this printer.
It could be said that this SCP, taking the form of a printer, was a composite of countless obsessions. All these obsessions aimed to impart more knowledge to others and foster a more optimistic and upward-looking spirit.
These obsessions might have originated not only from teachers but also from parents eager for their children's success, or from kindhearted orphanage directors…
Anyone who held positive expectations for other intelligent beings could potentially leave behind similar obsessions after death.
It remained unclear whether this SCP had gathered these obsessions, or if these obsessions had formed this SCP.
Of course, obsessions were still just obsessions, lacking normal cognitive abilities. They did not know how to realize these positive expectations, so they chose the form of 'taking tests.'
And Wen Wen's destruction of the printing room obstructed their actions, thus it intended to teach Wen Wen a lesson.
All the small printers on the giant printer activated in their own ways, and then blurred words or numbers shot towards Wen Wen.
This was one of its true abilities, 'printing,' which allowed it to imprint characters onto other objects. Once imprinted, these characters would not easily detach, essentially serving as a form of alternative tattooing.
Although Wen Wen was unaware of the giant printer's abilities, he didn't want these words to land on him, so he moved swiftly, dodging every projectile word.
If such words like 'underachiever,' 'illiterate,' or 'disrupting class' were imprinted on Wen Wen, how could he continue to operate as a hunter?
Wen Wen wasn't afraid of direct combat, but this method of carving characters onto people made his scalp tingle.
Even a mentally disturbed entity had pride!
"Let's talk it over. If you come any closer, I won't be polite anymore!"
"Actually, I quite admire you. You've been tormenting these students for so long, yet you haven't killed a single one."
*Crack… Crack… Crack…*
The giant printer stopped moving, and a blank sheet of paper floated down from the printer and landed before Wen Wen.
It bore only the massive characters 'TORMENT,' and a larger question mark.
"Yes, it is torment. Your methods are too cruel to these students. During their school years, they might have excelled and gotten into their desired prestigious schools."
"But this achievement was forced out of them. After leaving Yellow Rock Middle School, they felt nauseous at the sight of test papers, and over half of them were expelled from university because of it."
"The remaining students merely got by in college, learning nothing, ultimately becoming useless individuals who knew nothing but how to take exams!"
"All of this is thanks to you. Is this not torment?"