The room that belonged to No. 1 was still dark.
Compared to the usual lifeless atmosphere, it was as if a non-existent dark flame had been ignited by someone. The chilly air was now filled with an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere.
The man who had been kicked to the wall stiffly, a shoe print floating in the middle of his pants narrowed his eyes, his gaze extremely invasive.
The Devil probably never thought that he would one day fall because of the item he had given away.
Rose from Planet B612, three uses.
Personally given by the Devil in the No.1 Middle School dungeon. Zong Jiu had used it once, and now it was the second time.
Zong Jiu's face was cold. His footsteps turned towards the door, and instead, he turned around and walked deeper into No. 1's room.
The reason for rejecting the Devil was simple. It was because the other party had gotten hard, but he, who was cold, didn't get hard.
To put it bluntly, he could get hard just from a kiss. The Devil had refreshed his understanding of Zong Jiu.
As he walked, he put on his loose shirt, buttoning it up one by one. His left thumb slowly brushed across his lips.
When he opened his finger, it was red and wet.
It was blood.
Zong Jiu wasn't injured, both inside and outside.
It was obvious who the blood on his lips belonged to.
Magician ignored the fiery gaze that fell on his back, wanting to press him against the wall and butt him. He walked towards the elevator in the Level S trainees' room without looking back.
He suddenly remembered something. If he walked out of the main door, there would be a corridor outside. His disheveled appearance might be seen by the other trainees who had just finished the dance or didn't even attend the dance.
Originally, No. 1 had taken him away in public and left behind such a specious sentence, which was enough to cause people to have all kinds of divergent thoughts. Now, with this, wouldn't it confirm the speculation that No. 9 had been slept with by No. 1?
The Devil could afford to lose face, but Magician couldn't.
Three minutes wasn't a long time, but it wasn't short either. It was definitely enough to leave this place.
Zong Jiu turned around and successfully walked past the corner of the room. He turned to the front of the open-plan living room.
On the left side of the living room was a big black bed. From the bedsheets to the pillows to the quilt, everything was dark black. Looking at the flat marks on it, it seemed that the owner rarely cared about it.
What was surprising was not the bed, but what was placed beside the pillow.
Lying there was an extremely familiar rabbit plushie.
The rabbit plushie's entire body had been blackened by the smoke from the fire, and half of its drooping rabbit ears had been burnt off, revealing the charred black cotton inside that was curled up into a ball.
The doll did not look very beautiful on the surface. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was extremely ugly.
However, the owner of the room still placed it beside his bed. It was placed in the most relaxed position in the room, and it was also the closest position.
This rabbit was the one that Magician gave to the little devil in the Judgement Day dungeon. Back then, the little devil was very fond of her, hugging her in his arms every day, eating, sleeping, and bathing with her by his side.
Zong Jiu stared at the rabbit plushie for a while before walking into the elevator without looking back.
After returning from the Judgement Day dungeon to the masquerade ball, this was the first time Magician and the devil had met in a whole month.
Even when they met, they tacitly avoided the topic and confronted each other on the dance floor. They kissed and hugged in the pitch-black room. No matter what they did, it was as if they had forgotten their experience in the S-Class dungeon. They ignored it and did not care about it.
But occasionally, very rarely, Zong Jiu would think of the boy who hugged the rabbit plushie, who would raise his head and call him "brother" sweetly. He would think of the boy's beautiful dark brown eyes when he was not being watered with evil intentions.
It was not just "Big Brother", but also "Please be good to him." In the end, the little devil stubbornly raised his head and said, "I don't want you to save me." In the end, he sank into the boiling lava.
The devil did not hide his name, but he did not have a name at all.
There was no No. 1. From the beginning to the end, Zong Jiu had only faced the devil.
The white-haired youth stood in the middle of the elevator, frowning to hide the dark light in his eyes.
Perhaps they understood it in the Judgement Day dungeon. He did not want to kill the other party because the other party was the one who understood him the most, was the one who was the most similar to him, and also the one who was the loneliest.
They were mortal enemies, but they were like two spaceships wandering in the sea of stars. They had been silent for many years, and in the radio signal walkie-talkies that could never be connected, they became each other's only response.
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Too many things happened at the masquerade ball yesterday. When the ball ended this morning, the remaining trainees left reluctantly. They went to the bar on the top floor in twos and threes, talking about the major events that happened at the ball.
The first major event was, of course, the identity of the mysterious teacher that was exposed.
This was a major event. However, because the title of No. 1 was too famous, many of the middle and bottom trainees did not feel much. They accepted the news very calmly.
Because they were too far away from the top circle of the horror trainees. The trainees who struggled every day to survive the next dungeon did not know, and did not have the time to pay attention to other things. It was even more impossible for them to come into contact with that high and mighty master.
Instead, it was the high-level trainees who were collectively alarmed by this signal.
Originally, whether No. 1 was a teacher or not had nothing to do with most of the trainees. However, now that Zhuge An had joined forces with half of the S-class, he had an organizational power that could not be underestimated. He had secretly buried many clues. It was all for the day when the teacher's identity was exposed.
Without a doubt, the devil's position was clear.
He controlled half of the remaining S-class. Now that he had exposed his identity, his attitude toward the Universal Wishing Ticket was clear as day.
At the end of the day, this was a matter of mutual survival. If he really got his hands on the Universal Wishing Ticket, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this moment, Zhuge An used the Zong Jiu as his signboard.
That day, his speech in the Famine Mountain Village dungeon could be described as shocking. Although the original owner felt that he had just said it casually, these words were not only spread outside the survival forum, but also by word of mouth of almost all the survivors in the Famine Mountain Village dungeon. They laid down a great foundation for him.
Not to mention now that Magician, who had successfully turned the tables from an E-class trainee to No. 9, had become a new idol, an existence that everyone looked up to. This signboard became even more persuasive.
That's right, the second major event that everyone was talking about was Magician, who had succeeded the throne of No. 9, and the extremely ambiguous relationship between him and No. 1.
Regarding this, the trainees did not dare to say much at the banquet hall. After the ball ended, the gossip spread faster than the next.
The rumors that surrounded Magician rose again.
Some said that because he was born with a beautiful face that ordinary people could not reach, after being publicly expressed appreciation by that big shot in the Las Vegas dungeon, he took advantage of this reason to offer himself and climb into the bed of No. 1. That was how he got the capital to be escorted by that big shot in the subsequent dungeons.
This rumor was the most widespread. First, it was because of the unusual atmosphere between No. 1 and No. 9. Second, it was because he had indeed been taken care of by the devil in the group dungeon. This was confirmed by many B-class trainees.
As the rumors spread, many new versions of the rumor were born. It was said that in the first instance, Magician was too promiscuous and hooked up with several other S-level players. That was why the instructor gave him a very low rating during the second level evaluation. Later on, when Magician was addicted to the taste, his level was raised again. After that, Magician never received a rating lower than S-level from the instructor.
Others said that Magician was not limited to just hooking up with that master. Even No. 2, the half-vampire who said that if Magician was an enemy, he would be an enemy of the Night people. No. 3, the dog-headed military advisor who was willing to follow behind him and assist him. There was even No. 7 Holy Son, No. 8 The Dark Wizard … Each and every one of them was Magician's guest.
Regardless of whether they believed it or not, in short, rumors of love spread the fastest, and they could be spread with reputation.
Hooking up with a teacher in a thriller trainee competition was tantamount to having an affair with the main system. With such a strong background, at least lying down all the way to the top 100 was absolutely no problem. Not to mention that master.
Other things aside, if they had known earlier that they could climb into No. 1's bed, who knew how many trainees would have volunteered to sleep with him.
Countless people, with feelings of jealousy and hatred, added fuel to the rumors.
Unfortunately, these rumors did not spread for long before they all disappeared without a trace. It seemed that the first person who spread the rumors had been secretly dealt with, so the other people who had the intention to stir up trouble all quieted down and shut their mouths, not daring to say anything more.
Except for these weaklings at the bottom, who could only rely on malicious speculations to obtain psychological comfort from others. The other high-level trainees, on the other hand, had a very comprehensive understanding of Magician's strength and believed that he deserved the title of No. 9.
Under the impact of these explosive news, the last piece of news was not so eye-catching.
Compared to the scandal between the No. 1 and No. 9, the No. 10 Onmyoji's unknown hobby of cross-dressing paled in comparison to the rumors about the No. 1 and No. 9.
In fact, it was not terrible that his cross-dressing was discovered. What was terrible was that many people saw the beautiful girl in the double-ponytailed sailor suit take out the blue talisman from her pocket that night. The impact of the scene was so great that it made many people cry out in surprise.
Unfortunately, compared to other people, Tokumon obviously could not get over the hurdle in his heart.
He felt that he was socially dead. He didn't even play games, didn't answer anyone's communication, and just covered himself in his quilt in his room to think about life.
The main system had already informed all trainees that the new rules for the next dungeon would be announced in the studio the day after the masquerade party.
For this reason, Tokumon even used his S-level authority to apply for leave in advance today. He followed No. 1's example and applied for the right to not appear at the venue for the gathering.
Soon, the next morning arrived.
Early in the morning, the main system's cold mechanical voice spread throughout the dormitory.
[All trainees are requested to arrive at the studio before nine o 'clock in the morning. The special rules for the next dungeon will be announced at nine o' clock sharp. Latecomers will not wait.]