Finally, after a big show, the farce finally came to an end.
Some of the trainees in Class 5 were as desperate as the top students, some were crying on the ground, and some were laughing maniacally on the ground, then laughing and crying.
Even though they had fallen to their current state, everyone only sympathized with those poor students who wanted to drag them down with them even if they had to die.
The trainees and the survivors watching the live broadcast were like this, not to mention the faceless NPCs in this dungeon.
From this dungeon's politics class, it could be seen that their values were that students who did poorly in the mission did not need to live. Rather than wasting public resources, it was better to turn them into methane in the Corpse Pool and make No.1 Middle School shine.
Soon, the matter of Class 5 was uncovered.
The teaching assistants surrounded the trainees of Class 5, always paying attention to their movements.
After the sentence was decided, just like the previous two sentences, the trainees were unable to use special items. They could only silently wait for the teaching director to finish reading the results of all the classes and wait for death.
Immediately after Class 5, Class 6 was called out.
The trainees of Class 6 felt as if their stomachs were being tightened and pressed by an invisible hand.
The extreme fear of imminent death was like hanging from a cliff, making them feel nauseous and almost vomit.
"Class 6, 782 points."
This time, no one showed much surprise on their faces.
Class 5 was a real upset. After all, before this, the group of top students in this class walked with the wind and arrogance. No one thought that their class would not pass the second monthly exam.
As for Class 6, Class 6 was one of the three classes that did not meet the standards. Class 2, which also did not meet the standards, could barely pass even if there was a cheater, which was already surprising enough. If there was another cheater in Class 6, it would be unbelievable. Now that Class 6 did not pass, the other classes were not so surprised.
"Class 7, 815 points."
What was gratifying was that the seventh class had also passed. Seated at the back, Tu Yumiemon clearly heaved a sigh of relief.
Although the number of faceless people in Class 7 was second only to Class 5, because of Tokumon, the atmosphere in the class was much better than that of Class 5.
[I'm going to Class 9 soon. Ahhh, I'm so nervous.]
[Me too, me too. I'm willing to be a vegetarian for the rest of my life. I pray for Class 9 to get through this crisis safely.]
[Class 9, do your best! You've already become a faceless person. You can't lose another one.]
What they didn't expect was that when they reached Class 7, Class 5 on the other side had another conflict.
Their fate had already been decided. Although the trainees in Class 5 knew this, to be honest, no one would be willing to wait for death obediently. Not to mention that they had met their end in such a manner. After the top students had lost all hope, they vented all their anger on the weaker students. The two sides were arguing and fighting for a while, causing everyone to have a headache.
The teaching assistant went up to maintain order. For a moment, there was chaos.
The white-haired youth sat in his seat with one hand supporting his head and the other pressing on the corner of the table.
He raised his head, and sure enough, not far from the rostrum, No. 1 was looking at him with a smile, as if waiting for a good show.
For some reason, when Zong Jiu thought about the devil's previous words, he felt that the devil had already given him the reward for cooperating with the NPC. And what No. 1 had said at that time was … he would only guarantee his own safety. Then, the immunity for the top five was very likely this person's doing.
Zong Jiu's heart sank. He had a bad feeling.
If it was only The Hanged Man, he might not have been able to cause the Wizard Tower to be inverted.
With the appearance of this card, the outcome might have already been decided.
He closed his eyes.
Behind him, the Class 9 trainees clasped their hands together and placed them on their chests, praying silently, hoping for an opportunity to appear.
The commotion in Class 5 was finally suppressed. The dean picked up the white paper again and continued to read.
Finally, the knife hanging above everyone's head fell.
"Class 9 … 799 points."
There was dead silence.
Visible to the naked eye, the expressions on the faces of the Class 9 trainees instantly became blank.
One point, just one point, but it was like a chasm.
The bullet screen was the first to react.
[F * ck!!! No!]
[Class 9!!! Ahhhh, my Class 9, how can this be!]
[Sigh … it's not surprising. Although the promise of perfection is touching, most of the time it's just talk. It depends on whether it can be fulfilled.]
[Indeed, the only fortunate thing is that these disgusting teachers changed their minds for some reason. But Class 9 only has Faceless. Even if Faceless gets first place, he can at least stay in the top five. It's a blessing in disguise. Magician can still survive.]
[But then he won't be Class 9 anymore. What about the other 94 students in Class 9?]
[Don't worry, maybe Magician has other ways? He said himself that he would protect all the trainees in the class.]
No one on the field spoke. Only the class monitor of Class 5 was laughing maniacally.
"Hahaha, this is great, this is great! All of you are dead, all of you are dead! "
Nearing death, he was delirious and his speech was chaotic.
But now no one cared about his reaction. Everyone's attention was drawn to Class 9.
For some reason, maybe it was because of Magician's good performance in the previous dungeons, many trainees and survivors had an inexplicable confidence in him. They always felt that he had an unexpected trump card.
Sure enough, not long after the dean finished speaking, Zong Jiu slowly stood up from his seat.
The white-haired Magician's face was calm, so calm that it didn't seem like he had just heard such bad news. But in this moment of uncertainty, fear and despair, he brought Class 9 unparalleled confidence.
"Don't fret, I have a way."
They were already at the end of the road. What could Magician do?
Not only the Class 9 trainees, but all the trainees on the field looked over. The devil in the distance raised his eyebrows and looked at the scene with interest.
Zong Jiu did have a trump card.
It was just that this trump card was too convenient. The only difference was whether he wanted to show it or not.
It was common knowledge that with enough information, one could exchange for unexpected things from the main system. Just like in the Las Vegas dungeon, Zong Jiu had information on No.1's mentor. He could use this information to ask for hush money and other benefits from the main system.
The risky move from before confirmed to him that as long as he had enough bargaining chips, he could make a deal with the main system.
There were only two worlds in Thriller Trainees, one was the real world and the other was the infinite loop world filled with terror.
But according to Zhuge An, there were very few unique paths in the Beyond S dungeon. Even though there were only one or two of them, they were paths that could lead one into the infinite loop. Coincidentally, the devil proved this point in front of Zong Jiu. If he was not mistaken, No.1 probably came from the Beyond S dungeon to the infinite loop.
Then again, the real world would not be able to create a monster like the devil.
Zong Jiu did not know what No.1 was thinking, but he knew he was different from everyone else in this world.
This was because he came from a peaceful real world. It was no different from the real world in Thriller Trainees, but everything that happened in this world was nothing more than a book in his world.
Through the clues from Zhuge An and the devil's attitude, Zong Jiu could deduce that whether he was a person from this world or not, he had a special meaning to the main system.
So … he made a bold guess that this information carried a lot of weight with the main system.
Zong Jiu could use the information that he was a book transmigrator to make a deal with the main system and save everyone in Class 9.
Although this seemed to be the last resort, to be honest, there was no better way now.
Unless it was the last resort, Zong Jiu did not want to use this because the result and direction after using this method was unknown.
[Damn, what is the Magician trying to do? I've been waiting for this for a few minutes, why is he just standing there posing?]
[I want to know what the Magician is up to. Could it be that he has found a way out of this dungeon? Emmmmm]
[Don't worry, I don't think the Magician would lie to us at a time like this. I'm more inclined to think that he is waiting for something. Wait, could it be that he has connected to the main system?]
That's right, after Zong Jiu thought it through, he really did connect to the main system.
The white-haired young man maintained his previous posture and stood there with his back straight.
But this scene fell into the eyes of others. It was as if he had suddenly stopped talking.
The other classes on the field started to whisper among themselves. Only the Class 9 trainees had a spark in their eyes.
[Requested to connect to the main system … Connecting … Please wait a moment.]
The connection had been made, but probably because they were still in the dungeon world, the connection speed was much slower than the trainees' dormitory.
Zong Jiu connected as he scanned the faces before him.
Other than the only blank face, the rest of the faces were filled with hope and unreserved trust in their class monitor.
The trust was obvious, even their gazes seemed to carry a heavy weight.
He looked at the faces one by one, and when his gaze landed on the empty seat at the end of the class, he suddenly paused.
That was the seat of No. 99.
Before the list was read out, No. 99 raised his hand and said that he needed to go to the toilet.
During the last exam, Zong Jiu had asked him to use this as an excuse to scout the area around the metal gate. This time, when No. 99 said that he needed to go to the toilet, the teaching assistant nodded and did not ask any questions.
But this time, Zong Jiu did not give him any orders.
Taking a step back, at least twenty minutes had passed since the list was read out. It was unreasonable for him to use the toilet for such a long time.
For some reason, Zong Jiu had a premonition that accurately hit him at that moment.
The Spire was inverted, an irreversible and destructive misfortune; The Hanged Man, self-sacrifice and dedication.
In the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly walked to the last desk.
On the empty desk, the black pen trembled as it wrote on the surface of the desk.
Many of the words that were written on it did not continue. The only string of words that could be connected into a sentence was —
"The remaining ninety-seven people are in your hands, Brother Nine."
At the end of the sentence, there was a small smiley face that was exactly the same as the one on No. 15's note.