With such a blunder, the people who were walking into the hall stopped in their tracks.
After the last trainee led by Zhuge An walked into the purple portal, the portal's frame flickered twice in the air and suddenly disappeared in the cold.
Tokumon's team happened to be next to them and immediately came over to ask about the situation.
Zong Jiu: "Our teams' portals are a bit close to each other. Maybe he didn't pay attention and accidentally walked into the wrong portal. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Tokumon nodded. "That should be the case. In fact, no matter how many people there are, the next dungeon is S-Level. Since the difficulty is there, it doesn't matter which one he enters."
Indeed, even if they changed the setting, the difficulty wouldn't change.
After figuring this out, everyone was no longer obsessed with the fact that they had entered the wrong door. They turned around to call out to the trainees in their teams and disappeared into the portal one after another.
But with Zhuge An's cautious and calculating personality, how could he make a mistake in such a small matter?
Zong Jiu had a bad feeling about this. However, the pressing time didn't allow him to think more.
Under the cold urging of the main system, he led his team and walked into the portal that originally belonged to Zhuge An's team.
The edge of the portal was dark gold. For some reason, it was easy to associate it with a certain number one's eyes.
The white-haired magician looked up and stepped into the darkness of the portal without hesitation.
.....
[Trainee has entered the portal. Space transfer has begun ….]
[Prequel story loading ….]
There was an overwhelming sense of weightlessness.
He was falling.
Unlike the previous Spatial Transference, this Spatial Transference was especially bumpy.
It wasn't just the bumpiness, but everything around him had turned into a deep black. It was as if everything was surrounded by a deep darkness and he couldn't see the road ahead. He could only hear the whistling of the wind as he fell, and even his clothes were fluttering.
Zong Jiu looked up at the sky.
It was reasonable to say that if he encountered this kind of situation, Xu Su would start screaming at the top of his lungs.
But now, not to mention screams, even other sounds were almost non-existent.
It was so quiet … It was as if he was the only one here.
Would he die if he fell like this?
Zong Jiu swept away the hair on his forehead that was constantly hitting his eyes due to his fall, squinting his eyes as he looked down.
Suddenly, the ink seemed to drip from the surface of the water to the bottom of the vessel. The condensed ink spread out in the medium, spreading out into blooming flowers, dispelling the endless darkness and dyeing it with different colors.
A scene suddenly appeared in front of Magician's eyes.
Different solidified blocks of color slowly began to flow.
His feet finally landed on the ground, and he finally had a surreal feeling of stepping on solid ground.
Zong Jiu didn't move immediately. Instead, he looked around.
There was no sign of the other members of the team, and even the solidified color blocks were slowly forming.
There was no notification from the main system. It was so quiet that it was as if it didn't exist.
What was this situation? Shouldn't the prequel story.....
Soon, the ink-like stripes spread out around him, forming streets, rows upon rows of houses, gray electric poles, and gloomy weather.
In the distance, a white dove flew up from the square, its white wings flapping in the sky. It flew past the grayish-white clock tower of the nearby church, as if it was rushing to the latest prayer.
Zong Jiu's eyes widened.
This scene was all too familiar to him.
The passersby hurried to and fro, all of them wearing a trench coat and wearing the same cold expression.
Just like the famous double-slit experiment, the places Zong Jiu couldn't see were empty and collapsed. Only the places he could see would be rearranged into the familiar scene from his memory.
He looked around and didn't find anything special around him. Finally, he took a step forward and rushed toward the gray church at the corner of the street.
Since it was a scene built directly from his memory, this scene was too familiar to Zong Jiu. It was so familiar that it was engraved in his heart.
He had lived here for more than ten years. He had lived here until the death of the elderly nun and the orange cat, and before he was adopted by the magician teacher.
Two blocks away from the corner of the street was the school he had studied in. Beyond that was the square, and then the old-fashioned slums.
The church was sandwiched between the old and new buildings in the city, as if a clear line had been drawn between them.
No matter if they were poor or rich, they were all equal in front of God.
The church's door was wide open.
Iron fences were tied to the side, and the narrow green grass and white walls complemented each other.
A large black cross stood on top of the spire in the middle of the building, matching the weather that was not very good today.
What was strange was that the believers who used to come and go to pray were all gone. It seemed that when Zong Jiu stepped into this area, the sound of the street suddenly disappeared. Only the bell at the top of the church was still ringing, one after another, each ring heavier than the last.
Zong Jiu walked through the door without changing his expression.
He stopped in front of the holy water basin at the door and looked into the church from afar.
As expected, at the end of the rows of black pews, a white candle was burning on an altar covered with a white cloth.
In front of the altar was a hunched figure with a black nun's hat and a black nun's outfit. She was praying with her head down.
The dungeon's prelude was quite interesting.
Zong Jiu squinted his eyes. He did not speak first, nor did he do anything.
As expected, after she chanted, "Tell God what you want, and God will grant you peace beyond your expectations, and God will protect your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus." Sister Moni slowly turned around.
Her face was as kind as Zong Jiu remembered. Her face was full of wrinkles, and her eyes were deep in her eye sockets, shining with a kind light.
Even for Zong Jiu, it had been more than a decade since Sister Moni's death, but when he stood in front of her, he felt like time did not leave much of a mark.
"You're here," Sister Moni said, showing a kind smile that he had been waiting for.
"Yes, I'm here."
Zong Jiu shrugged. "Where is this? Heaven? "
"Heaven?"
After a pause, Sister Moni said slowly, "Of course this isn't heaven."
As if it was echoing her words, when the word "heaven" subsided, the scene around them changed all of a sudden.
It was as if someone had used a marker to paint the building and the scene with a different layer of bright colors. All the cold and pale lines in the cathedral came alive.
The paint should be platinum in color. Wherever the marker touched or swept over, everything turned into a holy color.
The empty long-necked vase on the altar suddenly bloomed with a big bunch of lilies. On the empty communion plate, steaming unleavened bread and dark red grape juice suddenly appeared.
Through the stained glass window, the gray weather instantly cleared up, revealing the white clouds and the blue sky. The golden sunlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the ground, leaving a trail of light.
The dust on the rows of black pews flew up and gathered in the sky, turning into sparkling dust.
The chanting of hymns from afar accompanied by the sound of a heptachord filled the small space.
In an instant, it wasn't an exaggeration, but it was real. Everyone's spirit and body were cleansed, reaching a high level of inspiration that ordinary people could not reach.
It was as if some kind of mysterious higher dimensional existence had poured down a higher level of consciousness, refreshing everyone.
The dirty and messy things that shouldn't exist in heaven quietly faded away.
The unreasonable things also became reasonable. All the shadows cast by the objects vanished into thin air.
When everything was tainted with this layer of filter, Sister Moni smiled. "This is just a normal city.
Do you still remember what I told you? "
"Yes."
Even though he knew it was just an illusion, Zong Jiu still said calmly, "Respond to the expectations of others and never let your desires control your thoughts."
"Very good, you still remember."
The praise on the sister's face grew thicker.
She seemed to be muttering to herself, "Judgement Day is in seven days. You should go.
I'll wait for you here. I hope you'll have returned to the ground by then and made your choice. "
"Oh, right."
Sister Moni then turned around and clenched her fist like how she did when she was young, signaling Zong Jiu to reach out his hand.
The white-haired young man paused for a moment before reaching out his hand.
The old woman's withered hand let go and the item that fell from her palm accurately landed on the young man's hand.
It was cold and light, it even spun around on the young man's palm.
[Congratulations, trainee, you've received B-Rank Item: Iluka's Silver Coin]
[Item Usage: This is the epic masterpiece of a dwarf master in a dungeon world. It is known as one of the seven miracles. It is said that it can bring unparalleled luck to the wearer for the next 10 minutes]
[Item Note: This item is a consumable item, remaining uses: 1. After the number of uses is depleted, it will be turned into a normal silver coin with ornamental and collectible value]
"Praise the seven virtues."
.....
When Zong Jiu received the silver coin, the main system's voice slowly sounded.
[Prequel story completed, main system link complete]
[Thriller Trainee Round 4 begins, current dungeon: Judgement Day]
The scenery around him spun rapidly again.
Almost within a moment, Zong Jiu was transported from the church to a cold room.
His clothes were changed into a normal white long-sleeved shirt and pants with blue stripes. There was even a small number tag hanging on his chest.
The other trainees stood around him, none of them reacted to the sudden change, their expressions a little dull.
After the baptism of the unknown golden light, everyone felt relaxed and filled with unparalleled confidence. The atmosphere was so high that it didn't feel like a horror dungeon at all.
However, it was obvious that everyone's prequel story was different.
At that moment, the main system announced the main mission of the horror dungeon.
[This dungeon mode is divided into two main missions. Complete one of them to clear the dungeon.]
[Main Mission 1: Go through a trial. After the trial, you can return to the trainee dorm at any time.]
[Main Mission 2: Destroy the dungeon.]