Thriller Trainee

[The thriller trainee competition is about to start tomorrow, why don’t you prepare? 】

In the S-class room without a trace of light, the cold tone of the main system suddenly sounded.

"Messiah has been/manipulated, and you haven't noticed anything unusual. The puppet string has been running all the time. Is there anything that needs to be prepared?"

The man on the high-backed chair sneered, and the puppet strings wrapped around his fingers flew away and fled into the void.

Tomorrow is the day when the thriller trainee competition begins, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

At least this is true for all the survivors who have signed up to participate in the horror trainee competition.

This is the first large-scale competition event held by Infinite Loop. While they are excited about the rewards, they are also worried and excited about the upcoming events.

However, such tension had no effect on the devil at all.

In fact, it made him feel even more bored.

This boredom came so quickly that the original interest was fleeting.

Obviously a month ago, when the main system came to cooperate with him, the devil still felt that this was a very good proposal for a long time, and he rarely raised some expectations.

He was a little tired of the traditional endless loop mode.

There have always been a few people going back and forth. Super S-level copies cannot be opened casually because they involve energy problems in the main system. I don’t know how many S-level copies have been dismantled by demons, so that some S-level copies are very Resist his entry.

At this time, the main system is dozing off and comes to deliver pillows. How can the devil have any reason not to respond?

Wouldn't it be more interesting to wait for the person who had the best chance of surviving a game like this to look back and realize that it was just despair?

With such bad taste, the devil agreed to the main system's request for cooperation.

But now...

boring. so boring.

All copies of the first solo show have been delivered to him, and the devil can choose any copy to play as an NPC.

Not to mention that now that he has the permissions given by the main system, he can also change the appearance of different NPCs and continue his great cause of stirring up trouble and watching the show behind the scenes.

It was obviously such an interesting thing, but the devil just lost interest now.

He didn't want to go to any copy.

What's even more annoying is that the trainee dormitory automatic weather system set in the main system is loaded into thunderstorm days.

Bright cold white lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the sea and islands, followed by heavy rain that seemed to turn the whole world upside down.

At this moment, the black-haired devil's mood hit rock bottom.

He hooked his fingers, and the floor-to-ceiling window that provided the only light source was also covered by thick curtains, unable to let out any light.

He didn't want to expose any of his weaknesses in front of the main system, so he simply lay down on the bed and pretended to sleep.

In a room shrouded in darkness, the man's dark golden pupils shined tirelessly with boredom.

Although for the devil, things can only be divided into two categories: "interesting" and "uninteresting". But this situation is still somewhat rare at the moment.

...It's like something is missing.

There is nothing that can keep him interested, enthusiastic, and tireless.

what is it then?

Does such a thing really exist in this world?

A careless chuckle came from the darkness.

I don't know if it was because the weather was too boring, but the devil actually took a rare rest.

He seldom sleeps, because he is not human, so he does not need to use sleep as a way of rest. But sometimes if he was too bored, he would rather sleep than be awake.

He didn't know how long it had been, but before he even opened his eyes, he was keenly aware of something wrong with his surroundings.

too bright. This light should not be the usual darkness of his room. Even if all the curtains are opened and the lights are turned on, there will not be such a dazzling light.

The man opened his eyes suddenly.

The first thing you see is a spacious room.

The keynote of the room is three cold colors of gray, white and blue. The huge floor-to-ceiling window shows an endless snowfield. At the moment, there is heavy snow falling, and each piece is as big as a feather.

The fireplace was burning warmly not far away, and the crackling wood made a soothing sound, warm and cozy.

"Main system, what's going on?"

The devil sat up from the bed, looking quite unhappy.

He just took a nap, and the main system did this to him?

Could it be that he showed a flaw somewhere and the main system discovered that he didn't like thundery weather, so it hinted at him in a roundabout way?

When will the system learn the hypocrisy of humans?

But there is no one other than the main system that can silently change the surrounding environment in the trainee dormitory.

Unexpectedly, the main system, which had always responded to him immediately, was now extremely silent. The devil called the other party several times without any sign of reply.

The man's eyebrows furrowed even more.

He stared indifferently at the plush carpet on the wooden floor, stepped on it without ceremony, and looked around in this unfamiliar room.

It is obvious that this is a room full of life.

Not only the small objects placed everywhere in the room, the green potted plants on the corner of the table, the gold knives and forks placed on the dining table, or the roses blooming in the snow... everything is... It indicates that there are traces of human habitation here.

All household items come in sets.

Two cups, two plates, and even the clothes in the wardrobe are divided into black and white. The clothes in one of the wardrobes are his ever-changing black suits, while the clothes in the other wardrobe are mainly windbreakers and khakis.

Adult males, not living alone, should be in a couple. What's outrageous is that one of them has a very similar body shape and habits to him.

Just by turning around briefly, the devil was able to determine the basic situation here.

He crossed the living room of this room and saw another black room connected to this room.

This black room belongs to him.

The devil walked to the confines of his own room, and his heart became more and more suspicious.

Before he fell asleep, many decorations and furnishings in the room had undergone obvious changes.

For example, the khaki windbreaker hanging on the hanger clearly does not suit his style; for example, a long silver-white hair left on the black bed sheet; and for example, the ugly and burnt one on the bed, which is clearly cherished by its owner. Rabbit doll.

What the hell is the main system doing?

The black-haired man rubbed his temples and activated his ability to manipulate shadows.

So the shadows covering the two rooms fed back all the surveyed information to him, making his face grow gloomier.

While the demon was trying to continue contacting the main system, the sound of "clicking" the door opening suddenly came from the silent air.

Not from the black room on his side, but from the white room opposite.

Zongjiu is back.

He is in a good mood today. He just went to the main city for a walk and found an S-level dungeon that was interesting to watch, so he planned to come back and bring the devil with him.

Ever since they got involved, the fun has been endless.

In the past, it was the devil who stirred up troubles by himself, but now there is an extra person who cooperates and turns the players around like a fool.

However, Zongjiu generally doesn't like to cause trouble. He only likes to watch the show, so the devil is usually responsible for stirring up trouble. He only needs to act as the idle ghost among the players, cooperate with the big boss behind the scenes, and watch the show.

As a result, when he was about to come back, Zhuge An suddenly gave him an unfathomable look.

"It's a pity that you won't be able to go to the dungeon this time. I will reserve your spot for you next time."

Zongjiu:? ? ?

Zhuge An's words were confusing, but as a black-hearted prophet, Zong Jiu felt that as long as it came from his mouth, every sentence and every word was worthy of scrutiny.

But this time he didn't understand.

He and the devil hold the power of infinite circulation, and the other party is keen on it. He just comes back to use his personal skills. How can the devil change his personality?

There haven't been many things going on recently, but more and more survivors have accumulated enough points to regain their memories of the infinite loop.

I won’t say whether this is a good thing or not, but it is finally a reunion of old friends. Compared with other ordinary players who know nothing about it, the survivors burst into tears the moment they regained their memories.

Just a few days ago, the group of former B-level trainees that Zongjiu led at No. 1 Middle School formed a new guild, named Class Nine. It is said that the initiators were No. 99 and No. 15. It only took one day to establish the guild, but all the other B-level members who had withdrawn from the guild were assembled and completed.

A few days ago, Zong Jiu also went back to join in the fun and took Team Nine to play an A-level dungeon.

Apart from that, there is nothing else. I have to praise Zhuge An's superb business ability, which is so high that people will doubt whether the other party will die of overwork in the next second.

With such a leisurely mood, Zong Jiu slowly teleported back to their dormitory.

As soon as he came back, he saw the black-haired man standing at the junction of the two rooms, staring at him with an unclear expression.

"?"

Zongjiu raised his eyebrows.

At this time, the devil is usually taking a bath or tasting wine in the room. If he is in a better mood, he may set up an easel and draw something strange using the superb painting skills he exchanged from the main system. Serious stuff.

If he is not in the room, then the other party must be on his way to find you.

but now......

Just as he took a step, Zongjiu suddenly retracted his foot.

The relaxed breath around him suddenly turned cold, and a thin playing card appeared on his fingertips.

The magician pointed at the other person's neck and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

It's not that the other party doesn't have the flower ring on his white glove, but the tacit understanding and intuition cultivated over time.

This is not a demon.

In other words, it was not the demon he knew well in his memory.

"I should be the one to ask this question, unknown ant."

The man narrowed his eyes, and the invisible puppet string flew out from his hand, piercing the cold and invisible air, and stabbed towards the white-haired young man.

So the next step is logical.

They didn't exchange a few words at all and just started fighting on the spot.

One manipulates shadows and puppet strings, the other's playing cards flash, and the golden crowbar flashes an icy color.

To be honest, after Zong Jiu came to power, he used his excess energy to strengthen almost all the areas in his body that could be strengthened. His overall quality has reached the pinnacle of human beings, and even vaguely transcends it.

In addition, he had fought the devil so many times that Zongjiu was so familiar with the opponent's moves and routines.

On the other hand, coming from a parallel world, the devil has not experienced the thrilling trainee competition. He is not familiar with the magician's offensive routine at all, and he was once conceited about his own strength.

So what they were happy to see was that after a few rounds, without even noticing, the magician grabbed him by the collar, put his knees to his chest, and pushed him hard to the ground.

I have to say that this is probably his worst loss since he was born out of malice.

"What are you playing today?"

The black-haired demon was pinned to the ground, while the magician looked down at him.

"Tell me, have you lost your memory or have you rejuvenated? Huh?"

It's hard to describe the devil's mood at this moment. He covered his eyes and suddenly smiled.

At that moment, the cold blood gradually became boiling, and the missing thing was finally found.

Pleasure, excitement, and the joy of meeting an opponent made him narrow his pupils.

Just...fun as hell.

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