After the level evaluation in the studio ended, the trainees went to the cafeteria while the rest stayed to chat.
Zong Jiu went back to his dorm.
Thanks to the fact that his level didn't change, he didn't even need to change his dorm.
This time, things were different. There were no longer any blind C-level trainees looking for trouble with him. The C-level trainees on the same floor all watched as the white-haired magician, who received a dramatic S and F rating in the first two rounds, slowly walked away. No one dared to disturb him.
After returning to his dorm, Zong Jiu didn't do anything. He took a hot shower and went to bed.
It was a dreamless night.
When Zong Jiu woke up, he felt like a lifetime had passed. He couldn't tell where he was.
He subconsciously closed his fingers until he felt something on his hands. He slowly came back to his senses.
That's right, he was in a book.
If he was in the real world, there was no way he could have a pair of perfect hands.
Zong Jiu laid on his back for a while. He smiled silently before he quickly got out of bed.
When he got up, he looked at the time and realized that he had slept for almost ten hours.
Ten hours …?
Zong Jiu frowned.
Normally, no matter how sleepy he was, he would only sleep for seven hours at most. Not to mention that he only needed three hours of sleep when he needed to travel around the world to perform.
After a moment of silence, Zong Jiu subconsciously touched the top of his head. He was afraid that a puppet string would appear there.
Of course, it was empty. There was nothing there.
That was strange. Why was he so sleepy this time?
The white-haired young man shook his head and got out of bed. He picked up the booklet next to him.
On the dark green cover, there were a few words: "King's Game Rules and Precautions".
Zong Jiu was interested in the King's Game that the main system mentioned yesterday. He flipped to the first page.
Compared to the cruel Las Vegas, the King's Game was slightly less cruel.
But it was only "slightly".
The rule of the King's Game was that ten people would play the game together. Cards of the same suit would be dealt in order, and the one who drew the joker card would be the King.
The king did not know the cards in other people's hands, nor did he know his own hidden cards. He could only choose two random numbers from the playing cards to complete any task. Those who were chosen had to obey the king's orders unconditionally. Otherwise, they would be punished.
This was originally a game used by friends or classmates to improve their relationship. Now that it had been moved to the stage of frightening trainees, the main system would naturally change some of the rules.
In order to prevent the trainees from killing each other or making unreasonable demands of exploitation, orders could only be issued by the main system. The king's power was regulated to the point that he could only randomly order people to obey orders.
Even so, this game was still a very good one. At least, it was a good game for eliminating competitors.
The most important thing was that there was a one-in-ten chance of getting the king. As long as he became the king, he could directly get a reward of 1,000 survival points and even participate in the blind box lottery. In addition, there would be generous rewards after completing the order. To a newcomer, this was undoubtedly a huge temptation.
The game would be held on the other top floor of the trainees' dormitory.
In order to increase the atmosphere, the main system specially opened up a special open-air bar on the top floor. It was said that there was also an observation deck and an endless swimming pool.
Like the Las Vegas casino, the trainees were not required to participate in special events. Trainees could participate if they wanted to. If they did not want to participate, they could sleep in the dormitory for seven days.
It was worth mentioning that at the bottom of the last page of the rules book, there were thirteen large words written in red.
The system deals cards, and cheating in any way is strictly prohibited.
When Zong Jiu 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 in" sign outside the Las Vegas casino in the real world.
Cheating was not allowed. It was boring. He could not afford to play.
Zong Jiu was a magician who could win a million chips in a minute. His appetite was spoiled. He had no interest in a game that relied purely on luck and could not be tampered with.
Also, he did not lack survival points. He also earned a lot of items last time. There was no need to be greedy.
After thinking about it, Zong Jiu threw the book away and began to fiddle with his poker cards.
Although he used up all his chips, he gained more than ten thousand survival points in the famine mountain village. It was just enough to strengthen a deck of poker cards that had a special attack effect against supernatural beings.
It was not a special item, but a direct use of existing items to strengthen it. It was equivalent to creating a special item out of thin air. The survival points required for this method were shockingly expensive.
Even if Zong Jiu had more than ten thousand survival points, he could barely strengthen one deck.
But it was enough to strengthen one deck.
The cards that magicians usually used were Bicycle Poker cards from the United States. This brand of poker cards had a good feel and were light. It was also the brand that magicians liked to use. It was simple and smooth to open. Even if he obtained a special item related to poker cards in other instances, if it was not this brand, Zong Jiu might not be able to use it well.
Since it was a consumable item, it was fine as long as he had enough.
Hence, Zong Jiu was patient enough to let the main system strengthen the cards one by one and test them out until night fell.
Although he did not need to eat, his biological clock did not change. He would feel uneasy if he did not eat for a day.
Zong Jiu was busy until the evening. He collected the cards and was about to change his clothes and go to the restaurant to see if there was anything delicious. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Duk Duk Duk"
Someone was knocking on the door at this time. Could it be that they were here for revenge?
Zong Jiu scratched his head. He grabbed a poker card and opened the door.
Outside the door stood a Grade B trainee with extremely pale skin. He looked very unfamiliar.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was a half vampire. At least, Zong Jiu could tell at a glance.
"Mr. Magician."
The other party bowed to him with a sincere expression.
With such a good attitude, he probably was not here for revenge.
Zong Jiu nodded lazily. "What's the matter?"
This scene was not hidden or done in private. Many Grade C trainees who were walking back and forth in the corridor saw it.
They whispered to each other in low voices.
"Look, isn't that the Night people? Why are they looking for Mr. Magician? "
"Indeed. Night people's characteristics are very obvious. White skin and dark hair. You can tell at a glance."
"Since when did Mr. Magician have anything to do with Night people … Isn't he the person that Mr. Magician thinks highly of? Night people don't want to steal him from Mr. Magician, do they? "
Grade C trainees were powerful in the eyes of the newcomers, but they were the bottom of the line among the veteran survivors. Otherwise, they would not be Grade C.
Night people who participated in the trainee selection were at least Grade B. This organization was naturally a big deal to them. Therefore, they all looked at him curiously.
The Grade B trainee bent down and handed over a fire-lacquered letter. The double-headed eagle emblem on the surface of the letter shone brightly under the dim corridor lights.
"His Highness invites you to a small gathering on the top floor of the trainee dormitory tonight. Please do come."
The trainees who were quietly sizing them up in the corridor gasped.
"Night people's invitation letter!"
"It's actually the Night people's invitation letter!"
Every large organization had formal documents and invitation letters. In the infinite loop, the Night people's invitation letter was the proof of inviting others to their vampire castle. Gradually, it evolved into a kind of solicitation. The general meaning was not much different from an offer from a top university.
When he heard "His Highness," Zong Jiu was stunned for a moment. It took him a moment to realize that he was referring to the No. 2 Fan Zhuo.
He was still a little confused.
Thinking of the puppet thread that penetrated Anthony's brain, Zong Jiu felt that he needed to ask him if he had any special feelings during the process of being controlled, or if he had any side effects of being extra sleepy. Know thyself, know thy enemy, and thou shalt never win a battle.
Never hit a smiling person. This sentence was applicable everywhere.
With this thought, Zong Jiu took the letter.
He didn't care about the whispers in the corridor after the Level B Half-Blood Breed left and closed the door with a bang.
What a joke. Even if he wanted to go out, he had to change his clothes. He couldn't just wear a bathrobe.
.....
At seven o 'clock in the evening, the top floor of the trainee dormitory suddenly began to distort.
[Time-limited scene: Outdoor bar, opened]
[Panoramic camera has been activated. During the opening of the outdoor bar, all game tables will be live streamed]
[King's Game will be closed after seven days. This scene will remain for daily entertainment purposes]
In an instant, a huge platform expanded out of thin air outside the dormitory of the S-class trainees. On the other side, the water in the endless pool fell from the edge and into the bottomless ocean trench below. It hung down like a white chain from the sky, a beautiful sight to behold.
If someone stood on the observation deck with a glass of wine in hand at sunset, they would be able to enjoy the beautiful scene of a fire burning in the sky. The waves on the ground rolled over and over. It was a magnificent sight.
Upside down wine glasses hung above the bar. The wine cabinets were filled with wines of different ages produced in wine cellars from all over the world.
The bartenders stood behind the bar with their hands crossed and respectfully waited for the customer's orders.
Dim warm lights projected from the ground. The artificial water on the ground gurgled. The guitar strummed a lively Irish folk tune, creating an extremely quiet atmosphere for the outdoor bar.
Originally, there were only elevators downstairs that went directly to the Grade S trainee dormitory on the top floor. Now, there were a few additional elevators that went to the outdoor bar. There were many people lined up in front of each one.
The trainees who were waiting for the special scene to open took the elevator to the top floor. They were discussing how the King's Game would unfold this time.
After the white-haired youth walked in with the invitation, the elevator suddenly quieted down. It was as if a stop sign had been pressed.
Quite a number of people secretly sized up this newcomer who was in the limelight and sighed with emotion at his outstanding appearance. There were also many people who noticed the double-headed eagle emblem on the youth's hand. They couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Zong Jiu chose to ignore all these stares.
He had just walked out of the elevator when the waiter who had been waiting on the side quickly walked over.
"Mr. Magician, this way please. Mr. Fan Zhuo invites you."
The others were stunned as they watched the white-haired youth being led to the other side of the outdoor bar.
The top floor was very spacious. Other than the swimming pool and the area dedicated to the King's Game, there was also a sky tea room for the trainees to gather. However, only trainees above Grade A had the right to use it.
No one was in the mood to drink tea at this time of the day. Most of the tea rooms were pitch black.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when Zong Jiu walked over, he seemed to see the cold light of puppet threads flash in the darkness.
The waiter brought him to the door of a glass sky tea room.
Pushing the door open, a man in a black and gold military uniform stood with his back to him in front of the hanging mural in the tea room.
On the other side, Anthony was standing silently by the wall. When he saw Zong Jiu, he didn't dare show any hostility.
The air was filled with the fragrance of incense. Hot tea boiled on the stove, filling the air with the aroma of tea.
When he heard the footsteps, Fan Zhuo slowly turned around.
When he saw the white-haired youth, the innate coldness in his dark red eyes didn't weaken in the slightest.
"You're here," he said coldly.
He said coldly, "My betrothed."