After they were silent for a while, the other allies also arrived one after another.
Tokumon had changed into a new set of clothes, and the exorcist looked much better. Fan Zhuo brought Anthony over as well. In the time it took to brew a pot of tea, everyone had arrived.
As usual, the Yin Yang Master asked about Xu Su's situation and gave him a lot of strange talismans. He said that if he couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, he could just stick one on his forehead and fall asleep. Xu Su gave him a forced smile and gratefully accepted it.
After some small talk, they finally got to the point.
The main topic was about the special welfare event and how they should deal with it.
Zhuge An, who had been resting with his eyes closed for a long time, opened his eyes again and resumed his talkative nature. He began to talk non-stop about his speculations and arrangements. Anyone who tried to interrupt him would receive a glare from him.
The others were speechless.
Forget it, their IQ wasn't as high as his, so they just listened quietly.
First of all, according to their previous plan, their next goal was to reveal the identity of No.1's mentor to everyone. However, the problem was that Zong Jiu had used this information to make a deal with the Main System in Las Vegas. He couldn't take the initiative to share this information with others, or else he would be obliterated.
No one knew what Zhuge An was thinking, but it seemed like he had no intention of making this information public. Instead, he began to discuss the deeper meaning behind the masquerade party, as well as the possibility of the next instance dungeon.
The next dungeon would undoubtedly be a Super S dungeon.
Zhuge An said that he had been lucky enough to find a notebook left behind by a senior in an Super S dungeon. The notebook described the horror of a Super S dungeon.
"A long time ago, items could be brought into the Super S dungeon. However, since the Super S dungeon was opened nearly ten years ago, the Main System turned off this rule and wrote these rules into the survival rule book. That's how it became known to everyone. "
The black-haired man looked at Zong Jiu meaningfully. "But after reading the rules of the Thriller Trainee Competition, I made a reasonable deduction … You don't need to know the process, because even if I tell you, you might not understand my thought process. So, just listen to the conclusion."
"This Super S Instance Dungeon that the main system is developing is very likely to slightly loosen the restrictions on items. However, it is hard to say exactly how much it will loosen. Regarding this, I am at least eighty percent confident. "
"Now, instead of focusing on special items, it's better to earn more survival points and strengthen my body before entering the Super S Level dungeon."
Faced with Zhuge An's suggestion, everyone attached great importance to it.
In the past ten years, no Super S Instance Dungeon had appeared in the Infinite Loop. Therefore, many of the rumors about Super S Instance Dungeons were left behind by the previous batch of survivors. One of the most famous cases was when the Main System suddenly announced that if a Super S Instance Dungeon was to be opened in the future, it would cancel the privilege of special items or bloodlines.
If items and bloodlines could not be used, then the only thing they could rely on was strengthening their bodies. Even if the survival points needed to strengthen their bodies were shockingly high, it was still useful and they would not be at the mercy of others.
In the end, Zhuge An made the final decision. "The rules of the next Instance Dungeon will be announced at the end of the first month. Only then will we know the specific situation. During this month, everyone should take a good rest. "
The Super S Levelers present were all rich in survival points and special items. It could be seen from how casually they squandered them in the casino. At this moment, Tokumon and the exorcist seemed to be planning to find the Main System to pawn some special items that they did not need and strengthen their bodies at the same time.
Therefore, the real focus of the Masquerade Ball fell on Zong Jiu.
He glanced at Zhuge An and did not say anything.
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In the following time, the entire trainee dormitory was immersed in a sea of joy.
Not to mention the long holiday this time, the special event in the middle was actually a welfare special event. It made people sigh with emotion that the Main System finally had a conscience for once. Even if the points might be a little less, at least the risk was reduced to zero. The trainees did not have to be on tenterhooks and risk their lives for riches.
Many people ran excitedly to the Indoor City on the first floor of the trainee dormitory after resting for two days.
The Indoor City was the latest place to open a styling house for this masquerade ball. The trainees could make a 3D model of themselves in the styling house and dress up the model at will. They could even change the height, contour, and so on. As long as they could pass the Main System's evaluation, they could save it and change it with a click on the day of the ball. It was quite convenient.
This was a pure entertainment event. Everyone tried their best to recognize others to earn more survival points. The atmosphere was very cheerful, and there were many who designed their own images into strange shapes.
There were even many trainees who secretly planned to dress up as women by relying on their masks.
Whoa, this idea was really feasible. The model could be fitted with fake breasts to change the curve of the body. It was like using the transformation tool when playing games, and wearing stockings and miniskirts could transform into a beautiful girl. In addition, everyone had to wear a mask, so there was no psychological burden at all. It was sweeter than anyone else when she pinched her throat and called him Big Brother.
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When the Zong Jiu came to the styling house on the first floor after breakfast, the eyes of the stylist NPC who was guarding the door lit up. He screamed exaggeratedly, "Oh, my Main System, look at what a good cross-dresser this is!"
Zong Jiu: "…?"
He looked away expressionlessly. "Excuse me."
"Oh no! Child, are you really not going to consider it! "
The stylist looked as if his heart was about to break. He turned around and blocked Zong Jiu's way. The measuring tape in his hand began to gesture at Zong Jiu from a distance, his eyes burning with passion.
"This shoulder to hip ratio, this waist to hip ratio, this leg length, look at this white hair that flows like a waterfall of moonlight, eyes that seem to have been kissed by roses, eyes that are as attractive as Aphrodite's, a beautiful face that transcends gender … Oh, I can guarantee that you will be the most eye-catching one at the party, the one in the limelight. It's really your loss not to dress up as a woman."
The stylist looked at the Zong Jiu who was walking away. He waved his hand while crying. "Wait!! Don't you need a stylist to help you pick out your clothes?! "
Zong Jiu: No, I don't need it.
He quickly walked into the styling house and slammed the door shut, cutting off the exaggerated voice from outside.
After Zong Jiu walked into the small house, the light on the ceiling suddenly changed.
Originally, the room was only the size of a fitting room. However, under the extension of the light, a water mirror slowly appeared in front of him. The corners of the room began to expand and expand until finally, the boundary could not be found. It was boundless as far as the eye could see.
In the mirror, a reflection that looked exactly like Zong Jiu appeared. The difference was that the Zong Jiu who was standing was that the reflection's posture was more like a model placed in a glass booth. Although it had the same facial features and body as him, it was expressionless. His pupils were empty, and he couldn't find the crosshairs.
If he could find the crosshairs, this would turn into a horror movie.
Zong Jiu cursed in his heart. He wasn't in a hurry to do it himself. Instead, he glanced at the rows of labels on the side.
[Hairstyle] [Body Shape] [Clothing] [Accessories] [Mask]
Because all the trainees' faces were covered under the masks, their faces couldn't be adjusted, so there was no option to do so. It was the same with their voices. After the ball started, everyone's voices would be mechanized by the main system and turned into a cold AI voice.
The rules were that no matter how they dressed, no matter what theme they used, everyone had to leave behind three distinguishing features.
Zong Jiu had many distinguishing features.
First was his snow-white hair, second was his pale skin that lacked pigment, and the unusual color of his pupils.
His eyes could be ignored under the mask, but his hair couldn't be ignored.
If he dared to attend the ball with this hair color, wouldn't he be openly announcing his identity?
Therefore, Zong Jiu was the first to choose to change his hairstyle and hair color.
Oh, no, actually, he wasn't the first to choose his hair color.
The first thing Zong Jiu did after he entered was to change his body shape. He quickly increased his height from 1.8 meters to 2 meters.
He was already annoyed at being looked down upon by No.1, No.2, and No.3! 1.8 meters was a standard male model height. Before he transmigrated, Zong Jiu would usually be able to walk in the airport with a smile. Who would have thought that after transmigrating, these people would look like they drank milk when they were in their mother's womb. It was infuriating.
After adjusting his height, Zong Jiu started to browse through the [Hairstyle] tab.
The main system was simply omnipotent. The hairstyles provided included both ancient and modern. Zong Jiu even saw Medusa's hairstyle. It would definitely cause an explosion when it appeared.
Good lord, where was Coldcold Travel Around the World and Miracle?
Zong Jiu shook his head. He first changed his white hair to the most common and common black hair.
Once the color changed, his entire temperament in the water mirror also changed.
Zong Jiu's skin was already white, and his black hair made his skin even whiter. His blue veins could be seen clearly. Standing in the hallway of the trainees' dormitory in the middle of the night would definitely cause a horrifying effect.
No, no matter how good his hair was, he still had to match it with his clothes.
He looked at it for a while and felt that it was more eye-catching. Hence, he hurriedly ran to the clothing section, planning to get himself a set of clothes first.
However, when he opened the clothing section, Zong Jiu started to feel troubled again.
The clothes here were dazzling. There were all kinds of themes, styles, and oddities from different eras. It was impossible for him to choose a single one.
A normal person would normally prefer to choose the more exaggerated clothes. However, from Zong Jiu's point of view, exaggerated clothes would definitely attract more attention. It would be better to wear the most ordinary clothes … Wait a minute!
His gaze coincidentally swept across an ordinary black suit in the clothing display cabinet. His gaze coincidentally met with his own black hair. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into his mind.
If he wanted to attract attention and suspicion, the easiest way was of course not to wear exaggerated clothes. It was to dress up like the most famous trainees in the Thriller Trainee Competition.
For example …
Zong Jiu looked at "No.1" in the water mirror and revealed a satisfied smile.