Thriller Trainee

After the rating in the studio, the trainees went to the restaurant and stayed to chat.

Zong Jiu returned to his dormitory.

Thanks to the fact that my grade has not changed, I don’t have to change my dormitory, which is very convenient.

This time it was different. There were no blind C-level trainees coming to trouble him anymore. The C-level people on the same floor watched the white-haired magician who had received dramatic ratings of S and F in the two rounds of ratings slowly walk away. No one dared to disturb him.

After returning to the dormitory, Zongjiu did nothing. He took a hot bath and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

A dreamless night.

When he woke up, Zong Jiu even felt a little as if he was in another world and couldn't tell where he was now.

He subconsciously closed his fingers and waited until there was an obvious touch from his hands before slowly coming back to his senses.

By the way, this is a book.

If it were in reality, how could he have a pair of intact hands.

Zong Jiu lay with his head up for a while, smiling silently, and then he got up from the bed numbly.

When I got up and looked at the time, I realized that I had slept for almost ten hours.

Ten hours...?

Zongjiu frowned.

Even if he was sleepy, he would only sleep for seven hours at most. Not to mention ensuring that when you need it, you only need three hours of sleep when traveling around the world.

After a long moment of silence, Zong Jiu subconsciously reached out to the top of his head and touched it, fearing that a puppet string would appear there.

Of course, there was nothing there.

It's really strange, why am I so sleepy this time.

The white-haired young man shook his head and got out of bed, picking up the pamphlet placed next to him.

There are several large words written on the dark green cover: "Rules and Precautions for the King's Game"

Zong Jiu was somewhat interested in the king game that the main system talked about yesterday, so he turned to the first page.

Compared to the last brutal Las Vegas, the Game of Kings is slightly less brutal.

But only "a little".

The rule of the king game is that ten people play the game together, and use cards of the same suit to start dealing cards in order. The one who draws the ghost card is the king.

The king does not know the cards in other people's hands, nor his own secret cards. He can only randomly click two numbers from the playing cards to complete any task. The person who is called must obey the king's orders unconditionally, otherwise he will be punished.

This was originally a game played between friends or classmates to promote relationships. Now that it has been moved to the stage of horror trainees, the main system will naturally change some of the rules.

In order to prevent trainees from killing each other or making unreasonable demands for exploitation, orders can only be made by the main system, and the king's power is regulated to the point where he can only force people to obey orders at will.

But even so, this game is also very good, at least it is really good for eliminating competitors.

The most important thing is that there is a one-tenth chance of drawing the king. As long as you become the king, you can directly get a thousand survival points as a reward, and you can even participate in a blind box lottery for props. In addition, there will be generous rewards after being clicked to complete the order. This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for newcomers.

The game will be held on the other top floor of the trainee dormitory.

In order to increase the atmosphere, the main system has specially opened a special scene open-air bar on the top floor. It is said that there is also an observation deck and infinity swimming pool.

Like Las Vegas casinos, trainees are not required to participate in special events. Trainees can participate if they want to. If they don't want to participate, they can sleep in the dormitory for seven days.

It is worth mentioning that there are thirteen large characters marked in red pen at the bottom of the last page of the rule book.

——The system issues cards and any form of cheating is strictly prohibited.

After Zongjiu saw this, he decisively threw the book away.

He suspected that this rule was specially set up for him, just like the "Magicians and dogs are not allowed" hanging outside the real-world Las Vegas casino.

Cheating is not allowed, it is boring and cannot be played.

Zongjiu is a magician who can stack up to one million chips every minute. He has developed an appetite. He has no interest in this kind of enforced game where a game is purely based on luck and cannot be manipulated, okay?

Besides, he has no shortage of survival points for the time being, and he made a lot of money from the props last time, so there is no need to covet them anymore.

After thinking about it, Zongjiu threw the book away and started playing with his playing cards.

Although he squandered all his chips, he spent more than 10,000 survival points in the famine mountain village, which was enough to strengthen a playing card with special attack effect on supernatural beings.

It is not a special prop, but a direct use of existing props to enhance it, which is equivalent to making a special prop for yourself out of thin air. The survival points required for this method are staggeringly expensive.

Even though Zong Jiu had more than 10,000 survival points in his palm, he could only manage to strengthen one pair.

But it’s enough to strengthen one pair.

The magician's favorite cards are the American bicycle playing cards. This brand of playing cards feels good in hand and is lightweight. It is also the favorite brand among magicians. The opening of the cards is simple and smooth. Even if he obtained special props related to playing cards in other dungeons, Zong Jiu might not be able to use them smoothly if they were not from this brand.

Anyway, it’s a consumable item, so it’s enough.

So Zongjiu could bear his temper and let the main system strengthen one by one to test the feel, and continued tossing through the night.

Although I don’t need to eat, the biological clock I have developed has not changed. I always feel terrible if I don’t eat anything for a day.

After working until night, Zongjiu collected the cards and was about to change his clothes and go to the restaurant for a walk to see if there was any delicious food. Suddenly, there was a "knock-knock-knock" knocking sound on the door panel.

At this time, someone knocked on the door. Could it be that they were seeking revenge?

Zongjiu scratched his hair, grabbed a playing card in his hand, and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a B-level trainee with extremely pale skin, who looked very unfamiliar.

With this characteristic, anyone with a discerning eye would know that he was a half-vampire at a glance, at least Zong Jiu could tell at a glance.

"Your Majesty the Magician."

The other party bowed to him first, with a sincere expression.

With such a good attitude, he probably wasn't here to seek revenge.

Zong Jiu nodded lazily, "What's the matter?"

This scene was not kept secret or private, and was seen by many C-level trainees who were walking back and forth in the corridor.

They whispered quietly.

"Look, isn't that a member of the Night Clan? Why are you looking for the magician?"

"Indeed, the people of the Night Clan have very obvious characteristics. They have white skin and dark hair. You can tell them at a glance."

"Since when did the magician get involved with the Night Clan... Isn't he someone that the Lord likes? Is it possible that the Night Clan still wants to compete with that Lord?"

C-level trainees are great in the eyes of newcomers, but they are at the bottom among veteran survivors, otherwise they wouldn't be C-level.

The lowest level of the night clan participating in the trainee selection is B level, so this organization is naturally a behemoth to them. So at this moment, everyone was casting curious glances.

The B-level trainee bent down and handed over a letter sealed with lacquer. The double-headed eagle emblem on the surface of the letter shone brightly in the dim light of the corridor.

"His Highness sincerely invites you to have a gathering on the top floor of the trainee dormitory tonight. Please be sure to come as a favor."

The trainees who were quietly observing him in the corridor gasped.

"Invitation from the Night Clan!"

"It's actually an invitation from the Night Clan!"

Every major organizational force has formal documents and invitation letters. During the infinite loop, the Night Clan's invitation letter was a certificate to invite others to come to their vampire castle. It gradually evolved into a meaning similar to solicitation, and its roughly meaning was similar to an offer from a top university.

Zong Jiu was stunned for a moment when he heard that "Your Highness", and it took him a moment to realize that he was referring to No. 2 Fan Zhuo.

He was still a little confused.

Thinking of the puppet silk that was extracted from Anthony's head, Zongjiu felt that it was necessary to ask the other party if he had any special feelings during the process of being controlled, or if it was a side effect of being extra sleepy, etc. Knowing yourself and the enemy will always win the battle.

Don't hit the smiling person, this saying is applicable everywhere.

With this thought in mind, Zong Jiu accepted the letter.

He ignored the whispers in the corridor after the B-class half-vampire left and directly closed the door with a bang.

Just kidding, even if you want to go out, you have to change your clothes. You can't go in a bathrobe.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, a space distortion suddenly began on the top floor of the trainee dormitory.

[Limited time scene: Open-air bar, now open]

[The panoramic camera has been turned on, and all game tables will be live broadcast at fixed points during the opening of the open-air bar]

[The King's Game will be closed after seven days, but the scene will continue to be retained for daily entertainment purposes]

In an instant, a huge platform was expanded out of thin air outside the S-class trainee dormitory. The water in the infinity pool on the other end fell from the edge and fell into the bottomless waves of the trench below, hanging down like a stream from the sky. Bai Lian is so beautiful.

If someone stands on the viewing platform with a glass of wine in hand at sunset, he or she will be able to see a beautiful scene like fire on the horizon, and the waves on the ground are rolling and rolling, which is magnificent.

There are inverted wine glasses hanging above the bar, and the wine cabinets are filled with fine wines of different vintages produced by wine cellars around the world.

The bartenders stood behind the bar, hands folded, respectfully waiting for the customers' orders.

Warm-colored dim lights are projected from the ground, artificial water gurgling on the ground, and guitars playing brisk Irish folk tunes, creating a very quiet atmosphere in this open-air bar.

Originally, there were only elevators downstairs that went directly to the S-level trainee dormitories on the top floor. Now, several elevators were added out of thin air that were marked as leading to the open-air bar. There were many people lined up in front of each one.

The trainees who were waiting for the special scene to start took the elevator to the top one after another and discussed how the King's Game would unfold this time.

After the white-haired young man walked in with the invitation letter, the elevator suddenly became quiet, as if a pause had been pressed.

Many people secretly looked at this most popular newcomer and sighed inwardly at his outstanding appearance. Many people also noticed the double-headed eagle emblem on the young man's hand and couldn't help but open their eyes.

Zongjiu chose to ignore all these gazes.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, the waiter waiting beside him quickly came over.

"Mr. Magician, please come this way. Mr. Fanzhuo invites you."

Others watched in stunned silence as the white-haired young man was welcomed to the other side of the open-air bar.

The space on the top floor is very large. In addition to the swimming pool and the area dedicated to the King's Game, there is also an air tea room specially provided for trainees to gather, but only A-level trainees and above have permission to use it.

No one was in the mood to come over for tea at this time, and most of the tearooms were dark.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Zong Jiu walked over here, he seemed to see the cold light of puppet threads flickering in the darkness.

The waiter took him to the door of a glass sky tea room.

Opening the door, a man wearing a black and gold military uniform was standing with his back to him in front of the mural hanging in the tea room.

On the other side, Anthony was standing silently by the wall, not daring to show any hostility when he saw Zong Jiulai.

The air is filled with the scent of incense, and the hot tea is boiling on the hot stove, creating waves of tea fragrance.

After hearing the footsteps, Fanzhuo slowly turned around.

After seeing the white-haired young man, the inherent coldness in his dark red eyes showed no signs of weakening.

"You came."

He said coldly, "My betrothed."