Thriller Trainee

The "studio" mentioned by Mechanical Sound is a bright and luxurious hall.

Gorgeous and grotesque red gold chandeliers hang from the high dome, and the walls are engraved with exquisite relief paintings, which are lifelike. There is a white-gold candlestick placed in the corner of the wall. The flames flicker and flicker, making shadows blurry.

The entire hall is distributed in a staircase shape, with a total of nine steps. The stairs become wider as they go down. The most spacious level is even enough to accommodate a large football field. Each step is covered with carpets of different colors and decorated with different decorations.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the ten thrones located on the top step.

The throne's base is made of crystal, which is extremely luxurious. There is a velvet carpet on top, and drinks and fruits are placed next to it, which clearly shows the strict level gap.

The stairs have only one thing in common, that is, they are all facing a three-dimensional projection floating in the air.

The five characters "Horror Trainee" are suspended on the projection.

When you look up, these words are a three-dimensional projection, projected on the lens of each person's eyeball. No matter how big the hall is, it can be seen clearly clearly. Just like the sound that appears out of thin air and does not require any medium to transmit, it is obviously not a level that can be achieved by today's scientific level.

People who had gathered up and down the various stairs filed in and gathered in the center of the studio.

There were various expressions on people's faces, most of them were restless and noisy.

The size of this hall cannot be observed with the naked eye at all. It seems that there is no end in sight at a glance, and there are countless heads looming over it.

Zong Jiu stood there calmly, moving his fingers while openly accepting the baptism of sight from all sides.

Needless to say, the original owner of Cannon Fodder is beautiful, and due to the congenital lack of pigment, he shows the appearance characteristics of mild albinism, such as this natural white hair. Along the way, wherever there are people, he can easily collect a large number of eyes.

Zongjiu felt a little pity.

If this were an ordinary entertainment talent show, just based on this face, there would be no need to worry about the audience paying for it.

The crowd suddenly became commotion, and screams occurred one after another.

They discovered something appearing out of nowhere in their chests.

"How is this going?!"

Amidst the noise, Zong Jiu lowered his head silently, and not surprisingly saw blue letters appearing out of thin air on his chest.

Horror trainee. e-level.

The original owner was just a beautiful vase, with not much flesh on his body, just a chicken with a combat power of five. It's reasonable to give an e, and full marks for operation.

If there is room for explanation for all the previous events, then the badge that appears out of thin air now is no coincidence.

The crowd started to commotion. But not everyone is like that.

At least that's not the case with the people next to the wall.

They had the same calm and indifference on their faces.

The letter cards of these people are all above C-level, and the highest ones within sight are A-level, which is in sharp contrast to the large and panicked E-level and F-level around Zongjiu.

In addition, they seem to be divided into several different organizations internally, keeping in harmony with each other and maintaining the necessary social distance.

Although he didn't know the plot, Zongjiu, who knew the background of the original text, knew this scene well.

Not all trainees are like Xia Chuan and others, who were transferred directly from reality into this bloody and terrifying trainee plan.

Over the years, "Chosen Ones" have been unlucky enough to be selected from all over the world and enter this terrifying infinite loop plane. There are still a lot of them. After all, the number of people who disappear inexplicably around the world every year reaches more than two million. It is generally estimated that there are Millions of people struggle here.

There is no way to return to the real world in an infinite loop. Let alone escaping, it is difficult to save one's life. Most survivors died in the never-ending, mandatory rounds of dungeons. Only a handful of people survived and struggled to survive.

Compared with these experienced and sophisticated survivors who had countless means to save their lives, newcomers like Zong Jiu who seemed to be brought in to make up for their losses obviously had no chance of winning.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen so many people at one time.”

While Zong Jiu was secretly observing the group of people, the survivors over there were also whispering to each other.

In the past, they all formed fixed teams. Teams could not meet each other and could only meet in the dungeon. Now when I first see so many old faces, as well as countless noisy newcomers below, I can't help but feel a little emotional.

Although the rewards of the Horror Trainee Program are extremely attractive, the mortality rate given by the main system also discourages many survivors. So even though there are so many survivors, only 10% of them dare to sign up and pass the screening.

There are not many old people participating in the competition, so in order to build momentum, of course we have to bring in some newcomers.

"What's the use of having too many people."

Qin Ye crossed his arms and sneered: "The high-level people we see now are all old faces. The newcomers are probably brought by the main system to deliver food, so that we can feel more involved."

The other person was silent and agreed with his statement in his heart. He only glanced at the other side with pity, "It's a pity. If the newcomers were allowed to struggle a few more copies, they would have a better chance of surviving. It's hell mode. It's miserable." "

The newcomers over there are still noisy, talking as if they are buying vegetables in the market.

The old people looked on indifferently, not intending to step forward to explain or maintain order.

This is the only large-scale planned mission released by Infinite Loop for so long, not to mention there are such generous rewards, so the difficulty can be imagined.

The old people may not be able to guarantee that they will not be eliminated and survive to the end of this draft, let alone the defenseless newcomers?

No one is the Holy Mother. The Clay Bodhisattva cannot save himself when crossing the river, so just take good care of yourself.

[The time has come and the studio door has been blocked]

As if in response, the next moment the sound fell, the doors around the hall fell like jacks, blocking all those who had no time to enter the studio.

[The first round of preliminary selection ends]

The mechanical voice sounded throughout the hall without any emotion.

The candles began to go out one by one, and the extinguished sparks floated into the air, forming a burning virtual figure.

"Welcome, horror trainees who have successfully entered the position, I am the anthropomorphic state of the main system."

"Next, I will explain to you the basic rules and schedule of the thriller trainee program, so stay tuned."

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Xia Chuan held his mobile phone in one hand and sat on the steps bored, looking down from time to time.

After such a long period of tossing, his phone was almost out of battery. The battery bar had faded to a dazzling red color, and it was unclear when it would automatically shut down.

Disappointingly, the top signal bar is still empty.

After some encouragement, many people gathered in the stairwell, and many people took out their mobile phones and came to take photos with Xia Chuan on the stairs. Although Xia Chuan was impatient, he had no choice but to have no assistant or bodyguard around him, so he had to acquiesce.

"No, why are you so quiet?"

After everyone lined up to take photos with the big stars, someone finally noticed something was wrong: "Huh? Where are the people who went upstairs before? Why didn't they even make a sound?"

After the mechanical voice made its final five-minute countdown announcement, there was no more sound in the corridor. Even the footsteps and noises from before disappeared completely. Only their voices echoed in the stairwell, which sounded inexplicably scary.

"Wait a minute, holy shit, there can't be an exit upstairs, they've already gone out!"

The man had just finished taking a photo with Xia Chuan, when he suddenly had an idea and slapped his thigh, "Everyone else has gone out, and we are still sitting here stupidly. What are we doing in a daze? Let's go!"

"Fuck! That's right! How else can you explain being so quiet!"

"You are really stupid, you are still standing there."

Everyone suddenly realized and rushed towards the stairs, making violent noises on the stairs.

"Damn it, I've been trapped here for so long. I've had enough of it already. Let's go, let's go!"

They rushed forward.

Just after running around a few corners, the people standing at the front corner of the corridor suddenly froze on the spot.

"What's wrong, don't block it, let's go!"

The people behind were making a lot of noise, and they didn’t understand why the team suddenly stopped.

For some reason, a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly swept through Xia Chuan's senses.

He was about to look up, but he felt something hot and sticky falling from the air onto his head.

Suddenly blindfolded, Xia Chuan subconsciously pulled the things in front of him away, "What is this?"

When he grabbed the thing, he realized something was wrong.

The thing was slimy and sticky, with sticky tissue and blood dripping from one end, and a broken place on the other end leaking foul-smelling black-yellow mucus.

The broken body fell heavily into the crowd, blood and broken internal organs flying everywhere.

The expressions on their faces were forever frozen in joy, perhaps mixed with a little bit of surprise.

Xia Chuan was trembling. He screamed, a higher note than any of his concerts, and then quickly threw away the things in his hands.

What he held in his hand just now was a bloody intestine.

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The main system used a straightforward voice to explain the rules of this unlimited draft to all the trainees in the studio.

Although Zong Jiu had known these rules for a long time, he still listened carefully from beginning to end.

The rules are very similar to the draft in the real world.

The hall is full of horror trainees who have successfully shortlisted for the preliminary selection. There are tens of thousands of them at least, and they will all participate in the competition together in the future.

They will go through countless terrifying copies and eliminate repeatedly until the last one hundred people and the only C position are selected.

The initial selection is based on the personal strength evaluated by the main system, and the trainees are roughly divided into seven sabcdef levels.

"After each section, the system and instructors will re-evaluate the trainee's grade based on his/her performance in the section."

"The higher the level, the more privileges you have in the student dormitory and the higher the personal permissions. High-level trainees can have separate rooms, service privileges, and even know tips or content about the next section in advance."

Everyone in the hall has already stood on different steps according to the levels listed on their badges. Even the other nine thrones have their own names, but the throne representing No. 1 is still empty.

The white-haired young man silently raised his head and looked at the tallest row behind him.

It's a pity that Zongjiu's station is too low. People above him can easily see him clearly, but he can't see people high up.

Zongjiu remembered the description in the original text.

The dormitory for S-level trainees is on the top floor of the student dormitory. It is a super luxurious open-air viewing room, an ultimate luxury suite with a 360-degree sky garden, and the surf bath is as big as a flat floor.

And the E-level room they lived in was the same crude eight-person room they had before, with absolutely no human rights.

"Because it is a variety show, the entire program will be broadcast live to the survivors, and the barrage function will be enabled. In order to ensure the effectiveness of the program and leakage, the barrage and live broadcast room functions are not open to trainees for the time being. During the program, except for fellow trainees, In addition, the survivors’ communication system is also not open.”

"After the explanation, it's time for free questions. As long as it's a question within the rules, I will answer it for you."

Obviously, some people have the same doubts as Zongjiu, "Why is there no one in the first seat in the top row?"

"This is a very good question." The main system said coldly: "If you are No. 1, you can also have the privilege of not participating in the assembly."

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd. On the other hand, the old people squinted their eyes and whispered to each other, with fear in their expressions. They seemed not surprised that the vacant No. 1 card belonged to them.

It turned out that people were just scared, and then they listened obediently to the explanation. Now after the main system finished speaking, another unconvinced voice immediately emerged: "Why should we listen to you?"

"That's right, there are so many of us. If each one of us puts in a little effort, we can go away. A spit of spit can drown you. If we work together, what can't we do?"

The main system has never responded to these noisy questions.

Instead, it was the old man standing aside. When the newcomers were confused about the situation and still had doubts, they had already memorized the rules just mentioned by the main system and started a quick analysis.

At this time, a faint voice suddenly sounded, easily covering up the debate in the hall.

"You didn't mention the rules for elimination."

The source of the sound was very high, coming from the ten thrones on the top floor.

The old people exchanged glances with each other.

"If death in the dungeon is equivalent to elimination, is the level division related to this? If so, can it be regarded as being behind in level, and elimination means erasure?"

That nice and slow voice hit the nail on the head, directly pointing out problems that the main system didn't explain.

I don’t know if the authority of the person asking the question was too high, or if the question was sharp enough, but the main system responded quickly.

"Level classification is indeed related to elimination. After each round of sub-section competition, the lowest current level will be eliminated." The transformed golden-red shadow replied, "Trainers who are eliminated because of their level will be punished. Dungeon. If you can clear the punishment dungeon, you will have a chance to be revived."

"If you die in the dungeon, you will not have the opportunity to challenge the punishment dungeon."

"Then, the last question." The voice said coldly, "Who is the mentor?"

All the old people's eyes flashed and their backs tensed.

The main system has just mentioned that the level evaluation will be completed jointly by the system and the instructor. This means that the mysterious mentor holds the power of life and death for everyone.

Throughout the infinite loop, all the powerful people with names and surnames have signed up to join the ranks of horror trainees, without exception. And for so long, apart from the main system, they have never come into contact with other beings who can have absolute say and even interfere in life and death.

The main system calmly replied: "The question is beyond the scope of authority and will not be answered."

"etc."

Hearing this conversation, the newcomers who were noisy just now were stunned, "Are you kidding? How could you die?"

He laughed as he spoke, "No, there are so many of us... Even if you have the ability to get us here, is it possible that you still want our lives?"

"Since things have happened so far, we still refuse to face reality." The main system said: "Then use your eyes to verify everything."

On the high platform in the center, the bright and dim figure of the main system suddenly split open and scattered again into thousands of bright sparks, flying to the previously extinguished candles.

The blocked studio door slowly lifted from the ground.

It's not right to say it's the door, but the dome of the entire hall is rising. Just like a gift box waiting to be opened, the beautiful outer packaging is removed to reveal the cake inside.

All the surrounding barriers were removed, and the bright sunlight shone in from the outside, coating the thick carpet with a layer of golden-red silhouettes, flowing finely.

What attracted as much attention as the sunshine was the bright red blood on the ground outside the corridor.

The unnoticed corpse lay aside, with a pale face and a completely disemboweled chest, and the contents were taken out and placed casually like garbage.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood are like purgatory.

At the end of the tragic bright red, only Yi Shang still had some energy left.

The man's back was dripping with blood, half of his spine had been pulled out, and pieces of flesh were dripping out.

There was silence in the studio.

The old man had experienced numerous storms and waves, so he accepted this scene well. Only the low-level newcomers were so frightened that they peeed, lowered their heads and vomited with a sound of "Wow--".

Amidst the sound of vomiting, someone suddenly asked in fear, "Wait, wait...then...isn't that Xia Chuan? The lead singer of that group is Xia Chuan!"

Almost at the same time, the man who was crawling on the ground heard the sound of the jack rising and crawled towards this side in ecstasy.

His hands were scratching on the thick carpet, enduring the severe pain. His face was filled with pain and madness, his eyeballs were bulging, and the white bones on his fingertips dragged a long trail of blood on the ground.

"Ho, ho..."

Xia Chuan made an inarticulate and broken sound from his throat, calling for help weakly.

In just ten meters, it feels like climbing for a century.

Finally, just when Xia Chuan was about to reach the door, his head suddenly fell from his neck, rolling to the side like a rubber ball, and his white brains were scattered all over the floor.

A star who usually only appears in front of media cameras and surrounded by microphones is now helpless, like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, with no warning, no weapons, and no unknown existence, not even how to die. Don't know either.

But he died just like that, under the spotlight.

The newcomers looked at this scene with trembling.

They were so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward.

"This is the consequences of not acting in accordance with the rules, and this is the explanation and evidence you want."

"Congratulations, you took the first step and chose the right path."

As if in response, the broad dome fell from the high sky again.

In an instant, everyone in the hall was pulled into the air by an invisible force.

The voice of the main system resounded through the hall, "I have been notified by the instructor that the first game originally scheduled to start tomorrow morning has been moved forward to today. Please be ready."

People were shocked, and the next second, the carpet they were stepping on suddenly changed, dragging everyone into a bottomless darkness.