Thriller Trainee

Opposite the center of the highest painted dome of the golden palace is the central gambling table that attracts everyone's attention.

The eyes of the entire Las Vegas were focused on the screen facing the central gaming table, as were the audiences in the off-site live broadcast room.

The sounds of exclamation, gasps, and murmurs... came and went one after another.

[Oh my god, it’s that adult——! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am already incoherent, all I can do is move my hands and take screenshots like crazy]

[I just cut out and took a look at the forum. The forum was all blown up. I rushed to the live broadcast room. Fortunately, I caught up.]

This is the first time that all the survivors have seen this adult at such a close place.

no.1, devil.

No one knows his real name. The only thing everyone knows is the code name that has been used to become a god in an infinite loop.

No one dares to make an accurate conclusion about how terrifying he is, because any rumors involving the word "devil" have been turned into legends, so much so that he has ascended to the highest altar and can only be looked up to.

Very few people have actually seen him, and all that exists is word of mouth.

What is left to the survivors are unshakable performance scores in the horror dungeons, an action mode of always fighting alone, no distinction between friend and foe, and an elusive trajectory. Everything was shrouded in gray mist, with indescribable fear.

In the extreme environment of the infinite loop where everyone admires Qiang, countless people follow him, worshiping him as a god in their minds and the founder of a new era, and follow him enthusiastically. This kind of abnormal worship and admiration has even turned these followers into existences similar to cult organizations. Willing to give his life for it.

But it is obvious that all of this is a spontaneous organization. The No. 1 devil himself has never stated his position on this.

Also, a being of his level does not need to create his own power or recruit followers like others.

No need, even less disdain.

But it is precisely because of this, this indifference, and the attitude of treating everyone with contempt that makes the followers even more fanatical.

The man sat upright under the spotlight, his half-length black hair tied back with a scarlet hairband, sliding down the shoulders of his suit.

There is an extremely contradictory and cold aura about him, walking on a tightrope between elegance and madness. Like a black hole in the universe that can annihilate light, he easily captures the attention of others and sinks into the deep and gloomy evil thoughts.

Full of danger, extreme, and amazing charisma.

The young man stood behind Fanzhuo, looking up through the black and gold epaulettes of his military uniform, and happened to look him in the eye.

Facing those dark golden eyes hidden under the black hair, which looked like some kind of cold-blooded animal, Zong Jiu felt uneasy in his heart.

This time, he took the lead to look away.

The trembling feeling he felt during the second level rating once again climbed up his spine from Zong Jiu's tail vertebrae, wrapped with sticky malice, making it difficult to ignore.

Zong Jiu felt that he seemed to have caught some kind of flash of inspiration that he failed to catch last time.

Looking up at such a gaze, Zongjiu had only felt it from one person.

Fanzhuo frowned.

"Since it is a public gambling table, players are of course free to participate, please do as you please."

"You can't say that."

The devil smiled and said, "Since I am the dealer who decides the gameplay, I should naturally decide the threshold chips for unlimited bets."

Are you trying to give him another blow?

Zongjiu raised his eyebrows.

Although he now has a huge sum of 90,000 chips in his hands, to be honest, 90,000 chips are not enough to be placed in front of S-class players like the central gaming table.

Everyone felt that this adult was going to give the white-haired C-level trainee a blow.

But what no one expected was that the devil lazily raised his hand and motioned to the dealer in purple standing behind him to explain to everyone.

The croupier bowed respectfully to the back of the chair and spoke slowly.

"According to your Majesty's wishes, this game will still be played like Texas Hold'em. The pre-bet is 50,000 chips."

Fifty thousand chips? !

This is not a very high category. Not to mention S-level, if they really wanted to, A-level trainees could squeeze in and get it.

Just when everyone was gearing up and eager to try and leave an impression in front of this adult, the dealer in purple smiled and announced the second rule.

"There are three rounds of raising. There is no upper limit for the amount of each raising, but it must be higher than the previous one. In addition to discarding on the spot, players must raise in each round. If the raising fails, it will automatically be deemed To give up the gamble.”

Everyone was in an uproar, and the barrage was even more controversial.

[The ante bet of 50,000 chips may not be high for advanced practitioners, but the subsequent rule that must be raised is a bit scary. Forget it after one round, there are still three rounds... trembling.jpg]

[Indeed, if you play at an ordinary A-level player with only about 50,000 or 60,000 chips, you will most likely not have any chips to raise in the first round. After all, the raise must be higher than the previous one... ...If there is a big card in the middle that doubles the raise, wouldn't it mean that even if you get a good hole card and don't have enough chips to follow the bet, wouldn't you be forced to fold? 】

[Yes...and this kind of discarding is really frustrating. I have to leave the entire 50,000 ante in the gambling pool. Although I can get the opportunity to sit at the same table with that adult, But the risk is too great, and the gain outweighs the loss]

[Oh, everything you said is right. But this is that adult! The same gambling table! Apart from anything else, if I really have this ability, I might as well spend 50,000 chips to impress the adults.]

How could the trainees who were watching in Las Vegas not see the fact that low-level survivors like barrage could understand.

Even so, there are still countless ardent admirers who want to sit on the central gaming table.

After the dealer in purple announced the rules, countless senior trainees raised their hands and expressed that they also wanted to participate in the gambling at the central gaming table.

Even some S-class people came to join in the fun.

No.5's hearty laughter came from not far away: "Old Gui and I just left for a while and this place is so lively? We agreed in advance that I will be the only one to take the seat."

Azan, who was following him in black, folded his arms and frowned when he glanced at the Messiah at the gambling table. However, he still did not refute the exorcist's words.

On the other side, among the countless A-level trainees, they began to arrange themselves according to the number of chips to determine the place on the central gambling table.

Finally, there were ten people sitting at the central gaming table.

No.1 Demon, No.2 Vandro, No.4 Azan in Black, No.5 Exorcist, No.7 Messiah, No.10 Onmyoji.

In addition to these S-class bosses whose names can make people tremble, there are also three A-class bosses who follow the leader closely with their eyes, plus Zong Jiu, a C-class guy who wanders into them, the central gaming table is just right Get together ten players.

Waiters in black and white tuxedos followed the ten players, holding champagne and towels in their hands, pulling out their seats and serving them meticulously.

At this point, the development of the situation was completely beyond Zong Jiu's control.

If No. 1 is determined not to let Zong Jiu take the gambling table, he can just open a chip worth two to three hundred thousand.

But No. 1 did not. He only asked the dealer in purple to throw out a changed rule.

The issue that Zong Jiu needs to worry about most now is not whether he can successfully make a thousand at the central gambling table, but whether he has enough chips.

He doesn't worry about his skills, or in other words, he has the confidence and methods. However, the rule set by the other party seems ordinary, and the threshold is only 50,000. In fact, if you think about it carefully, the chips required are definitely more terrifying than the initial bet of 200,000 to 300,000, almost a bottomless pit!

If Zongjiu doesn't have enough chips and can't withstand three rounds of raises, then even if he holds a royal flush, he will be forced to fold.

What's more, Zong Jiu just took down Bo Liicai at the A-level gambling table. If he can't enter the central gambling table now, he can only do the next best thing and return to the A-level area temporarily.

But because Zongjiu's previous wave of cutting leeks was too exaggerated, there would definitely be no A-level trainees willing to make a big bet with him for a while. The 90,000 chips were far less than Zongjiu’s goal of entering Las Vegas this time.

Thinking of this, Zong Jiu suddenly discovered a problem.

He felt that this No. 1 was inherently at odds with him.

During the last grade evaluation, the other party looked at him condescendingly with an interesting look. As luck would have it, he was unlucky that time.

This time, Zong Jiu finally managed to catch Fan Zhuo, the unjust big fish, through Anthony's hidden line. He had a legitimate reason to enter the central gambling table, but the No. 1 suddenly jumped out again, directly disrupting his plan. .

At this time, I have to think of the "old enemy theory" spoken by Zhuge An.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the "joker" exposed on his sleeves, and his light pink pupils were coated with a dark light.

Unfortunately, everything is still the same as what Zongjiu told Zhuge An at that time.

Magicians never believe in fate.

Just as everyone was taking their seats, the young man suddenly stood up from the gaming table.

His thin shirt was so white that it shone under the light, the cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, his fingers were as long as jade, his white hair was flowing down, and his delicate skin had a light color in the warm light.

There is no doubt that in this highly anticipated moment when gambling was about to begin, everyone focused their attention on his sudden action.

"Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom."

Zongjiu picked up the purple card on the table, nodded to the others, and walked down the stairs toward the bathroom without looking back.

The people standing next to the central gambling pool saw this and started talking quietly among themselves.

"Sitting at the same gambling table with so many big shots, this C-level guy must be a little timid, right?"

"That's right, physiological needs have been suspended for a long time during the game. Even if you don't eat or go to the toilet, it's okay. If you say you need to go to the toilet at this time, you might want to pee."

"Well, it's actually normal. Think about the people at the central gambling table. He's just a C-level guy. He might have been lucky to win 90,000 chips just now. But now look at the central gambling table. It's not like luck can solve the situation. If those S-level bosses get in a good mood and raise the bet to hundreds of thousands, wouldn't it mean that all the 90,000 they just won would be wasted? Do you want me to see it? , it is better to see your position clearly early, stop the loss in time, and retreat bravely. "

"That's the truth. It depends on whether he can recognize the facts."

...

Amid the noisy discussion, Zong Jiu walked into the bathroom without changing his expression.

Aphrodite, made of pure gold, was wearing a long scarf, and her arms were filled with flowing red wine, which flowed in the wine pool and made a dripping sound.

All the decorations in Las Vegas were gold, and even the bathrooms that almost no one used were warm in color, luxurious and beautiful.

The white-haired young man walked to the mirror on the sink, scooped up a handful of cold water with his hands, and slowly washed his face.

The cold water drops rolled over his high brow bones, along the curve of his tall nose bridge and sank into his jaw.

Zong Jiu pulled the ironed towel on the table, wiped his face, and suddenly spoke.

"Didn't you say that the next meeting would wait for me to find you?"

He wiped the water drops from the corners of his eyes and looked up at the black-haired man leaning against the wall with his arms folded in the mirror.

Zhuge An did not speak, but looked at him very calmly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Why don't you speak?"

Zong Jiu threw the towel into the towel basket and waved his hand.

"I guess... you're here to give me a bargaining chip?" Zhuge narrowed his eyes and finally spoke. He did not respond to Zong Jiu's probing, but opened another topic. "Do you know... why everyone is so afraid of No. 1?" He really didn't know this. Since someone has brought the information to his door, of course he would rather not listen. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of wanting to hear more. High-level trainees basically have their own famous skills. Like the feared ghost-raising technique of Azan in black, the natural magic of shamans, the holy water of exorcists, and so on. In addition to these people with specific mysterious professions, there are also those who rely solely on some special physiques obtained from horror copies to become famous, such as No. 2's half-vampire Fan Zhuo, the top psychic medium. In addition to the above, there is also a very rare ability user. For example, a certain A-level trainee who can manipulate water elements and has the item tracking technique. Compared with the other two items above, the ability user is more flexible, has a higher upper limit of strength, and is so rare that it is often ignored.

The No. 1 demon is such an ability user.

"Manipulation, his ability is manipulation." Zhuge An said.

"Puppeteer, puppeteer, puppeteer, stringer, puppeteer... these are the best overviews of No. 1's abilities."

"He can manipulate others through silk threads without anyone noticing."

The black-haired man spread out his broad palm, revealing a five.

"The devil has a total of five puppet threads, representing reading, subconsciousness, action, mind, and soul occupation. Each implantation requires certain prerequisites. Once the five puppet threads are implanted at the same time, the person implanted with the puppet thread will lose self-awareness and directly become a walking corpse and a puppet under the devil's hands."

"The existence he manipulates with silk threads may be an NPC, an ordinary person, or even any trainee around him. The most terrifying thing is that his manipulation will not leave any traces and cannot be discovered. Anyone may be manipulated by him, and the person implanted with the puppet thread will not feel it, from one to five, anytime and anywhere, without knowing or feeling."

"——He is everywhere."