257, After the End
[The Horror Trainee Competition will start tomorrow, aren't you going to prepare? ]
In the dark S-class room, the main system's cold reminder sound suddenly rang.
"The Messiah has been manipulated, and you haven't found any abnormalities. The puppet line has been running all the time. Is there anything you need to prepare?"
The man on the high-back chair sneered, and the puppet line wrapped around his fingers flew away into the void.
Tomorrow is the day when the Horror Trainee Competition begins, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
At least for all the survivors who signed up for the Horror Trainee Competition.
This is the first large-scale competition held by Infinite Loop. While they are excited about the rewards, they also have worries and excitement about the upcoming events.
However, such tension has no effect on the devil at all.
In fact, it makes him feel more bored.
This boredom comes too quickly, so fast that the initial interest is fleeting.
A month ago, when the main system came to him to cooperate, the devil thought it was a very good proposal, and he had some expectations.
He was a little tired of the traditional mode of infinite loop.
It was always the same few people coming and going. The super S-level dungeon could not be opened casually because it involved the energy of the main system. The S-level dungeon was dismantled by the devil so many times that some S-level dungeons were very resistant to his entry.
At this time, the main system was sleepy and sent a pillow. How could the devil not respond?
In such a game, wouldn't it be more interesting when the best people who survived with great difficulty turned around and found that it was just a despair?
With such a bad taste, the devil agreed to the cooperation request of the main system.
But now...
Boring. Too boring.
All the copies of the first solo show have been delivered to him, and the demon can choose a copy to play the role of NPC at will.
Not to mention that now that he has the authority given by the main system, he can also change the appearance of different NPCs and continue his great cause of stirring up trouble and watching the show behind the scenes.
It is obviously such an interesting thing, but the demon just has no interest now.
He doesn't want to go to any copy.
What's more annoying is that the automatic weather system of the trainee dormitory set by the main system is loaded to thunderstorm days.
Bright cold white lightning flashed through the night sky, illuminating the sea and the island, followed by heavy rain, which seemed to turn the whole world upside down.
Just at this moment, the black-haired demon's mood fell to the bottom.
He hooked his fingers, and the French window that provided the only light source was also covered by heavy curtains, and no light could penetrate.
He didn't want to expose any of his weaknesses in front of the main system, so he simply lay down on the bed and pretended to be going to sleep.
In the room completely covered by the darkness, the man's dark golden pupils flashed with boredom tirelessly.
Although for the devil, things can only be divided into two categories: "interesting" and "boring". But this situation is still a bit rare at the moment.
... It's like something is missing.
It's missing something that can keep him interested, enthusiastic, and tireless.
What is it?
Is there really such a thing in this world?
A careless sneer came from the darkness.
I don't know if it's because the weather is too boring, the devil actually took a rare rest.
He rarely sleeps, because he is not a human being, so he doesn't need to use sleep as a way to rest. But sometimes if he is too bored, he would rather sleep than stay awake.
I don't know how long it took, but before he opened his eyes, he was keenly aware of the wrong surroundings.
It was too bright. This light should not be the usual darkness of his room. Even if all the curtains were drawn and the lights were turned on, there would not be such a dazzling light.
The man suddenly opened his eyes.
What he saw was a spacious room.
The room was based on three cold colors: gray, white and blue. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was an endless snowfield. At this moment, heavy snow was falling, and each piece was as big as a feather.
The fireplace was burning warmly not far away, and the crackling of firewood made a soothing sound, warm and warm.
"Main system, what's going on?"
The devil sat up from the bed, looking quite unhappy.
He was just sleeping, and the main system did this to him?
Could it be that he had revealed a flaw somewhere, allowing the main system to find out that he didn't like thunderstorms, so it hinted at him in a roundabout way?
When will the system learn the hypocrisy of humans?
But the only thing that can change the surrounding environment in the trainee dormitory silently is the main system.
Unexpectedly, the main system that always responds to him immediately is now silent. The devil called the other party several times in a row without any sign of response.
The man's eyebrows became more and more furrowed.
He stared at the plush carpet on the wooden floor indifferently, stepped on it without hesitation, and looked around in this strange room.
Obviously, this is a room full of life.
Not only the small objects placed everywhere in the room, the green potted plants on the corner of the table, the gold knives and forks placed on the dining table, or the roses blooming in the snow... Everything indicates that there are traces of human habitation here.
All household items are complete sets.
Two cups, two plates, and even the clothes in the closet are divided into black and white. The clothes in one closet are his black suits that never change, and the clothes in the other closet are mainly windbreakers and khaki.
Adult male, not living alone, should be a couple. What's outrageous is that one of them has a body shape and habits very similar to him.
Just a simple turn, the devil can determine the basic situation here.
He crossed the living room of this room and saw another black room connected to this room.
This black room belongs to him.
The devil walked to the room that belongs to him, and his heart was filled with more and more doubts.
Since he fell asleep, many of the dresses and furnishings in the room have undergone obvious changes.
For example, the khaki windbreaker hanging on the hanger, which is obviously not in his style; for example, a long silver-white hair left on the black bed sheet; for example, the ugly and burnt rabbit doll on the bed, which is obviously cherished by the owner.
What the hell is the main system doing?
The black-haired man rubbed his temples and activated his ability to manipulate shadows.
So the shadows covering the two rooms fed back all the information they had surveyed to him, making his face even gloomier.
When the demon was trying to continue to contact the main system, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from the silent air.
It was not from the black room on his side, but from the white room opposite.
Zong Jiu is back.
He was in a good mood today. He just went to the main city for a while and found that there was an S-level copy with fun to watch, so he planned to come back and pull the demon together.
Since they got together, the fun is endless.
In the past, the demon was the only one who caused trouble, but now there is one more person to cooperate, making the players go around in circles.
However, Zong Jiu generally doesn't like to cause trouble, he only likes to watch the show, so the demon is usually responsible for causing trouble. He only needs to play the role of an idle ghost among the players, and cooperate with the big boss behind the scenes to eat melons and watch the show.
As a result, when he was about to come back, Zhuge An suddenly looked at him inscrutable.
"It's a pity that you can't go to this dungeon. I will reserve a place for you next time."
Zong Jiu: ? ? ?
Zhuge An's words were incoherent, but as a black-hearted prophet, Zong Jiu felt that as long as it came from his mouth, every sentence and every word was worth pondering.
But this time he didn't understand.
He and the devil both hold the power of infinite loop, and the other party is keen on it. It's just a matter of coming back to ask for someone's effort. How can the devil change his personality?
There haven't been many things recently, but more and more survivors have accumulated enough points to exchange for their memories in the infinite loop.
Not to say whether this is a good thing, but it's finally a meeting of old friends. Compared with other ordinary players who know nothing, the survivors are in tears when they recover their memories.
Just a few days ago, the group of former B-level trainees led by Zong Jiu at the First Middle School formed a new guild, named Class Nine. It is said that the initiators are No. 99 and No. 15. It only took one day for the guild to be established, and all the other B-level trainees who had quit the guild were assembled.
A few days ago, Zong Jiu also went back to join in the fun and took Class Nine to download an A-level copy.
Apart from this, there was nothing else. Here, I have to praise Zhuge An's superb business ability, which makes people doubt whether the other party will die from overwork in the next second.
With such a leisurely mood, Zong Jiu slowly teleported back to their dormitory.
As soon as he came back, he saw the black-haired man standing at the junction of the two rooms, staring at him with an ambiguous look on his face.
"?"
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.
At this time, the demon usually takes a bath or tastes wine in the room. If he is in a better mood, he may set up an easel and use the superb painting skills he exchanged from the main system to paint some indecent things.
If he is not in the room, then the other party must be on the way to find him.
But now......
Just after taking a step, Zong Jiu suddenly retracted his foot.
The relaxed aura around him suddenly turned cold, and a thin poker card appeared at his fingertips.
The magician pointed at the other person's neck from a distance, and his voice was cold and hard, "Who are you?"
It's not that the other person's white gloves didn't have the flower ring, but the tacit understanding and intuition that had been cultivated over time.
This is not a demon.
Or rather, it's not the demon he knew in his memory.
"I should ask this question, unknown ant."
The man narrowed his eyes, and the invisible puppet line flew out from his hand, piercing the cold and invisible air and stabbing at the white-haired young man.
So the next thing was logical.
They didn't talk a few words at all, and they fought directly on the spot.
One manipulated the shadow and puppet line, and the other poker card flew, and the golden crowbar flashed with a cold color.
To be honest, after Zong Jiu came to power, he used the extra energy to strengthen almost all the parts of his body that could be strengthened. His overall quality has reached the peak of human beings, and even has the meaning of surpassing.
In addition, he has fought with the devil too many times, and Zong Jiu is so familiar with the opponent's moves and routines.
On the other hand, the devil who came from the parallel world and had not experienced the horror trainee competition was not familiar with the magician's offensive routines, and was once conceited about his own strength.
So what everyone likes to see is that after a few rounds, he was caught off guard and was grabbed by the collar by the magician, with his knee against his chest, and pressed to the ground.
It must be said that this was probably the worst loss he had suffered since he was born from malice.
"What's the trick today?"
The black-haired devil was pressed to the ground, and the magician looked down at him condescendingly.
"Tell me, have you lost your memory or have you rejuvenated? Huh?"
It's hard to describe the devil's mood at this moment. He covered his eyes and suddenly smiled.
At that moment, the cold blood gradually became boiling, and the missing thing was finally found.
Pleasure, excitement, and the joy of meeting an opponent made him narrow his pupils.
Just...fun as hell.
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