After Zong Jiu's rambling, the Class 9 trainees actually felt that what he said made sense.
Even the bullet screen was silent for a while, let alone the trainees.
Logic told them that the magician's words woke them up, but their emotions told them that they couldn't be swayed by words.
After a while, the trainees came back to their senses.
They looked at the white-haired magician as if they were looking at a newbie and sighed. "You're a newbie, you don't understand how scary that person is."
The demon represented a mythical creature from hell that manipulated and deceived humans.
They looked similar to goats and had unparalleled evil power. They liked to use words to confuse people and were happy to see the ugly appearance of humans lost in the swamp.
Why didn't anyone know the real name of No. 1 and only used the powerful and unknown word "demon" to respectfully call him?
Because No. 1 was strong enough and scary enough.
He was like a mystery that appeared out of nowhere in the infinite loop world. Once he appeared, he stirred up unparalleled fanaticism and fear.
At first, the demon was famous for destroying a dungeon world.
No one knew what happened in the S-level dungeon. People only knew that the moment his black leather shoes stepped out of the dungeon, the main system announced the complete collapse of the dungeon series.
Although S-level dungeons were scary, they were recycled.
However, this cycle was usually many years. For example, the "Book of the Dead" dungeon would be reincarnated every ten years or so. Although the infinite loop didn't preserve history, when trainees entered these S-level dungeons, they could still find clues left behind by their predecessors.
But the demon just entered a dungeon and destroyed a dungeon world.
His strength was unheard of, unseen, and unimaginable.
Whether it was an S-level dungeon or an F-level dungeon, they all had a very complete background or facilities.
Before the arrival of the demon, the most exaggerated trainees could only destroy a certain scene in a dungeon. After all, the individual strength of "can't surpass humans" was there, and the iron law of "can't surpass ghosts" was also there. The room for trainees to swing their hair was reduced to almost nothing.
In such a time when everyone's goal was to survive, someone stepped on the highest point and swayed, casually humming a song. In the distorted background, thousands of horrifying dungeons collapsed with a loud bang.
He never cooperated with others. He was always alone and unpredictable. Moreover, when they attacked, they did not differentiate between friend and foe, and would often indirectly affect their own side. However, those who were lucky enough to run dungeons with demons had a notoriously low mortality rate.
It was common for parties to be wiped out in an S Rank Dungeon. The mortality rate was as high as 50% to 60%. Encountering a Dungeon killer like the Demon was simply a blessing that could not be obtained even if one prayed to Buddha.
The first batch of worshippers was born from the survivors of these dungeons.
To be able to enter a high-level dungeon, one's own strength would not be too bad. The more shocked they would be.
Those who were lucky enough to survive trembled and said that the man was a complete madman.
He could easily evoke the most terrifying and darkest part of a human's heart.
All the pain and struggles of humans were not worth mentioning in his eyes.
However, the demon's madness wasn't the same as a real mental illness.
No one understood the rules better than him, and he skillfully played with the rules in the palm of his hand. He was like a condescending ruler, looking down at the world with cold eyes. Occasionally, the malice that leaked out could only make people tremble.
He held a black umbrella and strolled in this dirty and ugly world. The abyss behind his dark golden eyes was occasionally filled with interest, but also often lacking in interest. It was as if nothing could stay in his eyes forever. He was unbelievably arrogant.
This kind of casual strength, the elegant danger of walking on the edge of a knife, and at the same time, the terrifying charisma of a person. It was frightening and irresistibly attractive.
The Infinite Loop was a sick place to begin with.
Those who entered here, even if they were not sick, would be infected by the extreme life-threatening suffocating environment.
Gradually, after creating countless irreplaceable legends, the demon was put on the altar by everyone.
Joker could become the Emperor of Gotham, Voldemort could become the Black Devil, and Hitler could harvest so many followers.
Because Joker was crazy and lawless, because of Voldemort's cruel rule, and because Hitler brought hope to Germany after World War I. He boosted the economy of this defeated country. However, this light was too short and fake. It was instantly swallowed by a greater desire and fell into an even more terrifying abyss.
In this era of despair, the more unpredictable the fear, the more people would flock to it.
Lunatics were always the most popular.
The trainee hesitated. "That lord has many followers, but since we are in the same class and he is the teacher, it's better not to face the enemy directly."
For these trainees, after so many years, this idea had become deeply ingrained and difficult to change.
It had nothing to do with life and death, but was purely a twisted respect for the strong.
If they wanted to change this situation, they would have to kill the demon and a new god would be crowned.
This point also coincided with Guiguzi's prophecy.
The white-haired youth lowered his eyes and thought, not saying a word.
The memory of Zhuge An was still fresh in his mind.
After the demon left, Zong Jiu drew a tarot card.
He wanted to see who was lying between the demon and Zhuge An.
Although Zong Jiu didn't believe a single word they said.
Unexpectedly, Zong Jiu drew the same card from both of them.
When he said Zhuge An in his mind, he drew the moon in the right position. The demon drew the moon in the wrong position.
In the Barren Village instance, he also drew the same card from Granny Yin.
If this card was in the wrong position, it would represent the clouds parting to see the moon, the dawn of dawn, and a turning point.
When it was in the right position, it represented the subconscious awareness of danger. Unknown, unforeseen danger, strange and uneasy.
— — and deception.
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After the afternoon class, the trainees all went to the dormitory.
There was a period of time for students to do activities from noon to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening self-study.
The end of the second period of evening self-study was generally the end of the class. The third period of evening self-study was free for students to arrange themselves, or go to the office to ask questions, etc.
Like the dilapidated school building, the dormitory was damp and cramped, but it was also filled with a sense of age.
The walls were repainted with white powder, but it couldn't hide the cracks in the walls and the corners that were covered in green and black moss.
Incandescent lamps hung from the ceiling that was covered in spider webs, casting a pale white light. Rows of endless rooms were distributed on both sides of the corridor, giving off a very uncomfortable feeling of gloom.
Many trainees stopped in their tracks and whispered among themselves. "Is this dormitory haunted … Why does it feel so eerie?"
[This is a high school campus, how can there not be any ghost stories?]
[Let me think, what are the ghost stories on campus, like the red dancing shoes in the dance studio? An extra step? A plaster statue in the art studio? A hanged person? A beggar in the toilet?]
[Ghost story type instance dungeons are really scary. Last time, we ran into a woman with a split mouth in the C level instance dungeon and almost got wiped out.]
[F * ck, a woman with a split mouth in a C level instance dungeon? Oh my god.]
On the other side, a trainee happened to find the dormitory's previous location.
"Do you see the other dormitory? There, it's that one over there. "
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.
On the other side of the field, there was another building that was right next to the dormitory.
This building had the same appearance as the dormitory in front of them, but the front was locked with iron chains, preventing anyone from entering.
"I heard that building used to be the male dormitory of No.1 Middle School. There were still people living there from the previous batch. The dormitory we're living in now is the female dormitory from before. "
Hearing him say that, everyone was a little confused.
There were still people living there from the previous batch, so why did the school not open the male dormitory but open the female dormitory to them?
[I have a bad feeling about this.]
[Me too, thinking about the possibility that this school is haunted, this is not good.]
[A normal school would not suddenly open the female dormitory to the male students, unless … Erm, as you know, usually someone commits suicide in a university, and then the next batch will be replaced by the male students to fill up their Yang energy.]
[I can prove it. Our team participated in a school instance dungeon before, and that university had a very famous Mandarin Duck Building. The left side was the female dormitory, and the right side was the male dormitory. Everyone knows that the male dormitory is the male dormitory, and the female dormitory is the female dormitory. There won't be a situation where males and females are mixed in the same building, and the dormitory management is not easy to manage. In the end, when we were doing the main storyline of the instance dungeon, we found out that there was a female student from the previous batch who accidentally got pregnant. The scumbag cheated on her behind her back and even got together with his mistress. The mistress flaunted her power and got the test results of the girl's abortion from somewhere, pretending to have accidentally sent it to the class chat. The whole school knew about it. Later, the girl couldn't think straight and hanged herself in the dormitory during the National Day holiday. When her roommates came back and opened the dormitory door, the corpse was already smelly … This incident caused a huge commotion, and was later suppressed by the school. The dormitory was empty for a year or two, and after the batch involved graduated, the new juniors were arranged to live there. Who would have thought that there would be a ghost?]
[F * ck, the person above is so scary.]
Just as the comments were in full swing, the dormitory manager appeared.
The dormitory manager was like the parents and teachers of this instance dungeon, her face cold and empty.
She brought all the trainees to the lobby of the dormitory.
The lobby was covered with yellowed tiles, and there was a spiral staircase around it.
"Wake up at 6: 50 am every day, and leave the dormitory at 7: 30 am. The lights and power go out at 11: 30 pm sharp, and the dormitory door is locked at 11: 50 pm. If you don't see anyone during the ward rounds, you will be penalized for not returning home for the night. "
"I will do a routine patrol in the early hours of the morning. If I see anyone's dormitory with lights or any dormitory with noise, I will also be penalized."
The dormitory manager emphasized the discipline of the dormitory, and some of the trainees trembled as they looked at the ceiling behind her.
In fact, many of them saw that existence when they entered the lobby.
On the ceiling, a long rope hung down, and the end was stained with some unknown black marks. When they got closer, they could even see what looked like scraps of skin tissue remained.
As if noticing their gazes, the dormitory manager grinned. "That was left behind by the students from the previous batch. Every batch, someone couldn't stand it and used it to end their life."
"I don't know whose turn it will be this year."