Zong Jiu slowly got up from the bed, grabbed a handful of his hair, and instantly came back to his senses.
His dorm room had changed again. It had been upgraded from the presidential suite for A-level trainees to an S-level trainee with a 360-degree sky garden, a double-decker observation deck, and a super luxurious room with a small garden.
It was not even appropriate to call it a room. Perhaps it was more appropriate to call it a villa in the sky. In short, everything had been upgraded by more than one level. Just the bathtub in the previous suite had become the No. 1 surf pool. The small garden was covered in snow, and clusters of bright red strawberries were hidden under the thick snow. Looking from the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could even see the hunter's cabin in the forest with a burning fireplace. Inside, a barbecue rack had been set up in advance for the trainees to have a picnic in the snowstorm.
The cats in the room were also happy. A pure white doll brother and a lively American shorthair sister were added. With their boss, the devil king, as the leader, they formed the Cat Family.
Zong Jiu slept very well last night, so he woke up early this morning.
There was still more than an hour before the trainees had to gather in the studio.
Zong Jiu rang the waiter's bell and ordered room service. He closed the door and went to the bathroom to wash up.
The personal butler would not be changed because of the increase in level. It would only be removed when the level dropped. Unless the trainees were not satisfied with the butler, the butler would be changed from A-level to S-level with the trainees.
Zong Jiu was quite satisfied with the NPC butler assigned to him by the main system. He had no intention of changing it midway.
When Zong Jiu finished washing up and came out, there was a knock on the door, "Du, du, du".
He wondered why the food was so slow today. He quickly undid the belt of his bathrobe and changed into a new set of clothes.
"Please come in."
When the sound of the silver dining car came, Zong Jiu bent down to put on his socks.
A familiar gaze fell on his back. It unscrupulously slid from his white toes covered by the wool carpet to his calves, and finally slowly roamed around the inside of his thighs. It repeatedly moved back and forth without restraint.
The presence of such a dangerous and uncomfortable gaze was extremely strong, but the other party had no intention of hiding it.
Zong Jiu put on his windbreaker and turned around with an unfriendly expression.
As he expected, a demon in a black tuxedo and white gloves was pushing a silver dining cart. He stood in front of the dining table not far away with a smile, and a budding red rose that was covered in dew was inserted in his chest again, which had not been seen in a long time.
If it weren't for that hateful face, he would have looked no different from an English butler produced by the main system.
The three cats huddled together in the corner, their backs arched and their fur bristling. They stared vigilantly at this uninvited foreign species.
Seeing the white-haired magician turn back, the man's smile became even more mysterious.
He raised his hand and lifted the insulating cloth covering the dining car, revealing the exquisite delicacies behind it.
"Mr. Magician, the appetizers are Brittany blue lobster and Burgundy red eggs that were freshly flown in this morning. The main dish is medium-rare Australian M9 sirloin with Alsace pickled cabbage. The dessert is chocolate ganache with mango cubes."
The demon hooked his finger, and the cork of the wine bottle on the dining car fell straight off. "As for the appetizer …"
The light golden wine poured from the bottle into the goblet, reflecting a dazzling color under the warm light in the room.
"White wine from New Zealand's Astrolabe Winery, please."
The man had a perfect smile on his face, like a real waiter. He put one hand on his chest and the other hand gestured.
He even pulled out the table and chairs in front of Mr. Magician, and the puppet lines that usually rooted in the darkness also appeared from the void and obediently laid out the napkins and cutlery.
As the saying goes, one who is unaccountably solicitous must be hiding evil intentions.
Zong Jiu looked at him coldly and slowly adjusted his cuffs. "Sorry, I don't like French food."
"So Mr. Magician doesn't like these, that's my oversight."
The demon pretended to be surprised. "It's not good for your health to skip breakfast."
What the f * ck was bad for your health?
Trainees didn't need to eat at all. Although he didn't need to eat, he still maintained the habit of eating one meal a day. It wouldn't be a big deal even if he didn't eat. What No. 1 said just now was a bunch of nonsense.
Zong Jiu felt that there was no need to waste his breath on him. After changing his shoes, he prepared to leave the dormitory.
S-Class had the authority to not go to the studio for the assembly, but he felt that it was unnecessary.
First, it was because this was his first assembly after becoming an S-Class. As a core member of the anti-demon alliance, it would be unreasonable if he didn't show up.
Second, today's assembly was related to the next dungeon, or more accurately, it was related to the next S-Class dungeon. In the face of a disaster, missing out on even a little bit of information would be fatal. Zong Jiu couldn't make such a low-level mistake.
The white-haired youth looked straight ahead and walked through the center of the room. The next step he took was blocked by the demon who walked out from the shadows.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave."
He stood in front of Magician, his shadow looming over him. It was extremely oppressive. His dark golden eyes were full of excitement.
"Since you don't want to eat breakfast, why don't we eat something else?"
"?" Zong Jiu glanced at the black-haired man in front of him.
The latter lowered his voice, licked his lips suggestively, and revealed a malicious smile. "For example … you."
Zong Jiu: "…"
Zong Jiu: "You really look like a male dog in heat."
Even though the white-haired youth had rebutted him with such a sharp sarcasm, the man's face was still full of smiles, without a trace of displeasure.
For some reason, ever since he figured out what his desires were last night, the demon's tolerance towards Magician had increased by more than one level.
He was more than happy to give Zong Jiu death with his own hands.
Whether it was Guiguzi's prophecy or his repeated provocations, Zong Jiu's every move was a crazy dance between fun and death.
The demon once regretted that he didn't cut off Zong Jiu's neck with his own hands. He regretted that he didn't kill Zong Jiu, the savior who was destined to defeat the Great Demon King in the prophecy.
But if he really let this person fall into his hands, staring at that seemingly expressionless face, another kind of more urgent desire grew wildly like weeds.
He wanted to f * ck Zong Jiu.
Compared to the illusory victory or defeat, he wanted to see Zong Jiu crying and panting under him, his eyes red as he begged for mercy.
The demon replied with a smile, "Only to you."
"You're obviously the same as me. We're both very honest about our desires, aren't we?"
Indeed.
Zong Jiu remained silent.
They were both indulging in pleasure.
One had no bottom line, the other had chained himself.
One of them had no interest in this matter at all, while the other was so indifferent that it was almost nonexistent.
They were surprisingly similar in this aspect.
"So … don't you want to try? I have a feeling that we'll be compatible. "
The twisted and malicious product once again threw out a bewitching olive branch, trying to drag Magician down into the abyss with him.
It was a pity that Magician followed his desires. But that was based on the premise that he had desires.
The demon's sophistry didn't work.
"No."
Zong Jiu rejected him expressionlessly. "Your skills are too bad."
The elevator door slammed shut, blocking their faces from looking at each other.
The enclosed room started to descend.
How could someone who couldn't even kiss want to sleep with him? Wishful thinking.
Magician stared at the decreasing numbers on the elevator screen and sneered, completely forgetting that he was just as bad as Zong Jiu.
Not long after, the elevator doors slid open from both sides.
The red and gold lights in the studio hung from the dome, hanging high in the air, shimmering with a blurred color.
The elevator for the S-level trainees could send them directly to the throne at the highest point of the studio.
Almost everyone in the hall had arrived. In the entire row of thrones, only No.1, No.9, and No.10 were still empty.
Countless people looked up at the highest point, watching the tall and slender magician take her seat on the throne of the No.9 Magician.
Now, the ten S-level trainees were back in their seats, all of them missing.
As everyone knew, it was far more difficult to squeeze into the S-level than to fill in the S-level.
Among the gazes of the crowd, there were sighs, envy, jealousy, longing, worship … There were all kinds of gazes, and so on and so forth.
Zong Jiu calmly accepted the gazes from all directions, his face expressionless.
He narrowed his eyes and looked down at the entire studio.
Looking down at the stairs from the highest point, looking at the masses of people, it gave one a sense of power and control, not to mention that the S-level trainees were the only ones allowed to sit in the hall instead of standing, it was a symbol of glory and power.
After looking for a while, Zong Jiu turned his head and saw No. 8, The Dark Wizard, sitting beside him with one hand supporting his head, the pair of dark green eyes under the black hood fixed on him. When he saw Zong Jiu turn his head, the Dark Wizard smiled.
Behind The Dark Wizard, the blond Son of God tidied his priest robe, a gentle and compassionate smile on his face as he greeted Zong Jiu.
Further away, there was Poseidon, who had an exotic side profile, and Azan, who had been miserably controlled in the Barren Village dungeon.
Zong Jiu was speechless.
He glanced at his allies, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4. They were all consecutive numbers. Next in line were the demon's puppets, followed by No. 9, who was alone and surrounded by puppets.
Magician shifted his gaze and looked past them. He asked No.4 Exorcist, "Where did Tu Yumen go?"
The exorcist scratched his head. "Something happened last night … That kid should have applied for a meeting in his room today."
At the ball last night, when Tokumon took out the blue talisman, the exorcist was also shocked.
He felt the gazes from all directions and patted the exorcist's stiff shoulder. "Hey, buddy, what should I say?"
Tokumon, who was at the scene of social suicide, quickly ran away.
The exorcist felt guilty and hurried after him, but the exorcist refused to open the door.
"It's okay."
The exorcist waved his hand. "That guy's self-healing ability is very good, he'll be fine after the next dungeon."
Indeed, this was not the first time Tokumon was so unlucky.
Life wanted to bully a kitten like him, what else could he do?
You'll get used to it sooner or later, right?