Declared war with No. 1?
The expressions of everyone present became serious.
This was no small matter. It might even be the biggest event before them.
Even with their current situation, declaring war against No. 1 was still a very risky thing.
But fortunately, the four S-ranks were not incompetent. Even if they were afraid, they would not have the insurmountable fear of the Devil like other ordinary trainees.
On the contrary, Zong Jiu went straight to the seat next to him and sat down, frowning in contemplation.
According to his thinking, delaying the declaration of war was just delaying time.
But since war had been declared, the next time they met, it would be a moment of life or death.
During the Mental Asylum instance, No. 1 didn’t even look at him until Zong Jiu plotted against him at the end and the Devil noticed this unusual newcomer.
It was followed by the Las Vegas casino, where he successfully calculated behind the back of the Devil. Zong Jiu enjoyed real killing intent.
But after the Famine Village instance, the Devil’s attitude towards him changed 360 degrees.
In the school instance, Zong Jiu found the reason. The change of attitude came from the attraction of the same kind.
However, he declined No. 1’s invitation lightly at the Halloween event and made his position clear.
Next, the relationship between them should be restored to what it was before the Famine Village instance.
But for some reason, Zong Jiu keenly sensed something was off.
There seemed to be something brewing and changing between them. It was like some kind of extremely difficult chemical reaction, colliding suddenly and producing intense light and heat. Stars were formed, black holes collapsed, and planets were forced to change their orbits and orientations.
Even more frightening is that this attraction was mutual, just like between cosmic bodies, a constant mass would always have a gravitational force on the same constant mass. Just like them, the fateful foe and the destined nemesis go head-to-head and fight until the end of the world.
Zong Jiu couldn’t figure out what it was, only his equally boiling blood and crushing desire to strangle the other side was just around the corner.
No one but the Devil could tear his indifferent skin so easily.
While Zong Jiu was thinking, the Exorcist and Tsuchimikado glanced at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.
He suddenly got up and walked to the vent pipe made of pure gold on the side of the quiet room. He slowly took out a tin box from his pocket and cut a cigar with a cigar cutter. After muttering an obscure exorcism spell, he lit it, leaned in, and took a deep drag.
Cigars had a very bitter taste, first bitter and then sweet. This was what the Exorcist was obsessed with. He carried a humidor with him, but usually only took one before the exorcism to keep his mind awake and alert. Unlike smoking, cigars had always belonged to pure enjoyment.
The compact ventilator would faithfully remove the smoke from the cigar without disturbing others in the room.
After squinting for a while, the Exorcist turned around slowly and looked at the white-haired young man in a serious tone.
“Po la kfgf sbe, ktja kbeiv sbe klrt obg?”
Pa’r tfgf.
Ibcu Ale ybkfv tlr tfjv lc atbeuta. Iteuf Cc mibrfv tlr fsfr, tlr tfjga mifjg.
Xeluehl’r qgbqtfms yfibcufv ab qgbqtfmlfr. Ibcu Ale tjv ajgba mjgvr, rb atf fzlrafcmf bo atlr qgbqtfms mbeiv yf mbcolgwfv.
Mbg batfg V-gjcxr, atf qgbqtfms kjr wbgf ilxf j ojlgs ajif, atf xlcv atja sbe ilrafc ab jcv vlvc’a wlcv.
Although the situation was unclear now, the Devil was eyeing them, and they were forced to become grasshoppers tied to the same rope. But this didn’t mean that these S-ranks would stand in his and Zhuge An’s side.
Zong Jiu had to come up with convincing evidence.
So, the topic circled back to the most commonplace one.
If he got the Universal Wishing Ticket, what wish would he make?
Too boring and too simple.
In Zong Jiu’s thoughts, he had the best answer without even needing to think about it.
“Make a wish to get everyone out of the infinite loop.”
What’s interesting was that this answer was not the real answer in Zong Jiu’s heart. He just had no intention to speak up in order to mobilize everyone’s atmosphere before but ended up achieving a series of follow-up reactions.
For example, the change of Zhuge An’s attitude, or easily harvesting the newcomer’s confidence in the Famine Village instance. Everything was based on what he said.
Everyone seemed to be quite certain that he would do the same as what his words said. After all, everyone else thought of themselves first when they made a wish, only Zong Jiu made a wish considering others.
However, Zong Jiu was not sure what kind of wish he would really make after getting the wishing ticket. Because he didn’t have anything in particular he wanted so he didn’t need to make a wish.
But now he figured it out. As long as he could pit the Devil, that would be his wish.
He would be happy that the Devil couldn’t get the wishing ticket. So it didn’t matter what wish he made, the important thing was to get the wishing ticket.
After he finished saying these words, the quiet room was silent for a long time, and then the Exorcist sighed heavily.
“Okay, I’ll gamble with you.”
…
After pulling people onto the pirate ship, the next thing was easy to handle.
Strategic planning had always been Zhuge An’s specialty.
In the end, the others didn’t need to cooperate, they just needed to ensure that they were not controlled and then choose to stand on their side when the final battle came.
“The difficulty of the next group instance should be at the S-rank.”
He threw down torpedos without changing his face, “The instance after the group instance should be S+ rank difficulty.”
S+ rank instance!
The other S-ranks showed solemn expressions.
Even they had never had the experience of entering an S+ rank instance. But everyone knew that the S+ rank instance was not only one level more difficult than the original S-rank instance, it was even impossible to use any special props.
Throwing S-ranks in was not much more valuable than throwing in F-ranks.
Zhuge An didn’t care about the expressions on their faces, speaking to himself, “After the S+ instance, the number of people can almost reach the range that the system wants.”
Indeed, everyone knew how difficult it was to survive an S+ rank instance.
There were still 4,000 trainees in total at the moment. An S-rank instance could definitely cut it down by half, and then the next S+-rank copy… Even S-ranks had no idea about the S+ rank copy, let alone other ranks.
The worst possibility was that after returning from the S+ rank instance, the trainees standing in the trainee hall were exactly the 100 people expected by the system, or a little more than 100 people.
“Once the last 100 people have been confirmed, the next step is the final battle within the S-rank.”
That’s right, once the number of people who could survive was determined, the next step would be the final battle.
It was self-evident that the final confrontation would be for the throne of No. 1, to decide who will debut in the C position and who could get the Universal Wishing Ticket.
Zhuge An’s meaning was very clear. As long as the S-ranks could survive in the next instance and in the final battle, the C position candidate would not fall into the hands of the Devil and his puppets.
No one knew the content of the deal between No. 1 and the system, but since the target was determined to be the Universal Wishing Ticket, nobody would be stupid enough to hand it over.
“Besides that, Magician, you need to get to S-rank as soon as possible.”
Zong Jiu nodded without commitment.
He had never cared much about this rank before, otherwise, he wouldn’t kill NPCs, and even eagerly tried to punish the instance for a bit. But if he didn’t arrive at S-rank as soon as possible, he wouldn’t even be able to get the right to enter the final battle. It was better to be cautious in the next instances.
“The next step is the grouping of the next instance… ahem.”
Having said that, the black-haired man suddenly clenched his fist against his lips and coughed.
The Exorcist looked at him in surprise, “Are you sensitive to smoke?”
As he said that, he immediately extinguished the cigar in his hand and adjusted the function of the ventilator to the maximum.
Although the vent could absorb most of the smoke, they were still indoors, so one could still more or less smell the bitter flavor of cigars.
“A little bit, I have to go to the bathroom.”
Zhuge An frowned, clenched his fists, stood up from the sofa, straightened his back, and walked out of the quiet room.
The conversation was abruptly interrupted, and the Exorcist called out an apology.
The black-haired man didn’t look back, waved his hand indifferently, and closed the door.
The silent room fell into silence again.
Tsuchimikado went to the window, turned on the air purifier, and swept away the remaining smoke in the room.
The Exorcist awkwardly wrapped the unfinished cigar in frosted tin foil and threw it into the trash can.
Van Zhuo stood upright in front of the painting on the wall of the quiet room before turning around slowly after a long time. “You are bleeding.”
Zong Jiu, who was staring at him, was stunned for a moment, then he looked at his neck subconsciously, and the words came to a sudden stop.
Right, the person in front of him was not only the big bro of the original body, he was also the leader of the Night Clan, a genuine fourth-generation vampire. Even if the power was suppressed to a value that did not exceed the peak of human beings due to the limitations of the system, he couldn’t be compared next to ordinary people.
This little bit of bloodshed, wasn’t that what vampires were professionals at?
Zong Jiu said lightly, “It’s okay, it’s just a bite from a dog, it’s not in the way.”
Dog? The smallest dog at the Halloween event seemed to be a Cerberus, and every bite chopped people directly in half.
Although the others wondered why he didn’t let the system recover it directly after being bitten, in the end, this issue was his own business and their relationship was not so close that they could ask casually. So they did not pursue it.
The leaders of large organizations present were both masters of impartial consideration and were old fritters. They were naturally impeccable when it came to dealing with people and things.
No. 2 looked away from the white-haired young man’s scarf, his voice was cold and hard, and he dropped a message, “He also bleeds.”
He?
The remaining three looked at each other.
Van Zhuo put it succinctly, “No. 3.”
Realizing something, Zong Jiu suddenly stood up from his seat, “Excuse me for a moment.” He walked out of the quiet room and chased in the direction Zhuge An left towards.
On the contrary, the Exorcist was quite puzzled, “What’s going on? These days, as long as you give 500 survival points, you can even recover from cancer or amputation with one click. I didn’t expect one who was injured and did not heal himself, and there is actually a second one?”
His words were not wrong. As long as people didn’t die in the instance world, the system could really cure any disease. Even if a vampire was about to suffer cardiac arrest one second ago, the next second, he could dance on the spot with a ruddy face.
So, what happened to these two?
Declared war with No. 1?
The expressions of everyone present became serious.
This was no small matter. It might even be the biggest event before them.
Even with their current situation, declaring war against No. 1 was still a very risky thing.
But fortunately, the four S-ranks were not incompetent. Even if they were afraid, they would not have the insurmountable fear of the Devil like other ordinary trainees.
On the contrary, Zong Jiu went straight to the seat next to him and sat down, frowning in contemplation.
According to his thinking, delaying the declaration of war was just delaying time.
But since war had been declared, the next time they met, it would be a moment of life or death.
During the Mental Asylum instance, No. 1 didn’t even look at him until Zong Jiu plotted against him at the end and the Devil noticed this unusual newcomer.
It was followed by the Las Vegas casino, where he successfully calculated behind the back of the Devil. Zong Jiu enjoyed real killing intent.
But after the Famine Village instance, the Devil’s attitude towards him changed 360 degrees.
In the school instance, Zong Jiu found the reason. The change of attitude came from the attraction of the same kind.
However, he declined No. 1’s invitation lightly at the Halloween event and made his position clear.
Next, the relationship between them should be restored to what it was before the Famine Village instance.
But for some reason, Zong Jiu keenly sensed something was off.
There seemed to be something brewing and changing between them. It was like some kind of extremely difficult chemical reaction, colliding suddenly and producing intense light and heat. Stars were formed, black holes collapsed, and planets were forced to change their orbits and orientations.
Even more frightening is that this attraction was mutual, just like between cosmic bodies, a constant mass would always have a gravitational force on the same constant mass. Just like them, the fateful foe and the destined nemesis go head-to-head and fight until the end of the world.
Zong Jiu couldn’t figure out what it was, only his equally boiling blood and crushing desire to strangle the other side was just around the corner.
No one but the Devil could tear his indifferent skin so easily.
While Zong Jiu was thinking, the Exorcist and Tsuchimikado glanced at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of agreement.
He suddenly got up and walked to the vent pipe made of pure gold on the side of the quiet room. He slowly took out a tin box from his pocket and cut a cigar with a cigar cutter. After muttering an obscure exorcism spell, he lit it, leaned in, and took a deep drag.
Cigars had a very bitter taste, first bitter and then sweet. This was what the Exorcist was obsessed with. He carried a humidor with him, but usually only took one before the exorcism to keep his mind awake and alert. Unlike smoking, cigars had always belonged to pure enjoyment.
The compact ventilator would faithfully remove the smoke from the cigar without disturbing others in the room.
After squinting for a while, the Exorcist turned around slowly and looked at the white-haired young man in a serious tone.
“Po la kfgf sbe, ktja kbeiv sbe klrt obg?”
Pa’r tfgf.
Ibcu Ale ybkfv tlr tfjv lc atbeuta. Iteuf Cc mibrfv tlr fsfr, tlr tfjga mifjg.
Xeluehl’r qgbqtfms yfibcufv ab qgbqtfmlfr. Ibcu Ale tjv ajgba mjgvr, rb atf fzlrafcmf bo atlr qgbqtfms mbeiv yf mbcolgwfv.
Mbg batfg V-gjcxr, atf qgbqtfms kjr wbgf ilxf j ojlgs ajif, atf xlcv atja sbe ilrafc ab jcv vlvc’a wlcv.
Although the situation was unclear now, the Devil was eyeing them, and they were forced to become grasshoppers tied to the same rope. But this didn’t mean that these S-ranks would stand in his and Zhuge An’s side.
Zong Jiu had to come up with convincing evidence.
So, the topic circled back to the most commonplace one.
If he got the Universal Wishing Ticket, what wish would he make?
Too boring and too simple.
In Zong Jiu’s thoughts, he had the best answer without even needing to think about it.
“Make a wish to get everyone out of the infinite loop.”
What’s interesting was that this answer was not the real answer in Zong Jiu’s heart. He just had no intention to speak up in order to mobilize everyone’s atmosphere before but ended up achieving a series of follow-up reactions.
For example, the change of Zhuge An’s attitude, or easily harvesting the newcomer’s confidence in the Famine Village instance. Everything was based on what he said.
Everyone seemed to be quite certain that he would do the same as what his words said. After all, everyone else thought of themselves first when they made a wish, only Zong Jiu made a wish considering others.
However, Zong Jiu was not sure what kind of wish he would really make after getting the wishing ticket. Because he didn’t have anything in particular he wanted so he didn’t need to make a wish.
But now he figured it out. As long as he could pit the Devil, that would be his wish.
He would be happy that the Devil couldn’t get the wishing ticket. So it didn’t matter what wish he made, the important thing was to get the wishing ticket.
After he finished saying these words, the quiet room was silent for a long time, and then the Exorcist sighed heavily.
“Okay, I’ll gamble with you.”
…
After pulling people onto the pirate ship, the next thing was easy to handle.
Strategic planning had always been Zhuge An’s specialty.
In the end, the others didn’t need to cooperate, they just needed to ensure that they were not controlled and then choose to stand on their side when the final battle came.
“The difficulty of the next group instance should be at the S-rank.”
He threw down torpedos without changing his face, “The instance after the group instance should be S+ rank difficulty.”
S+ rank instance!
The other S-ranks showed solemn expressions.
Even they had never had the experience of entering an S+ rank instance. But everyone knew that the S+ rank instance was not only one level more difficult than the original S-rank instance, it was even impossible to use any special props.
Throwing S-ranks in was not much more valuable than throwing in F-ranks.
Zhuge An didn’t care about the expressions on their faces, speaking to himself, “After the S+ instance, the number of people can almost reach the range that the system wants.”
Indeed, everyone knew how difficult it was to survive an S+ rank instance.
There were still 4,000 trainees in total at the moment. An S-rank instance could definitely cut it down by half, and then the next S+-rank copy… Even S-ranks had no idea about the S+ rank copy, let alone other ranks.
The worst possibility was that after returning from the S+ rank instance, the trainees standing in the trainee hall were exactly the 100 people expected by the system, or a little more than 100 people.
“Once the last 100 people have been confirmed, the next step is the final battle within the S-rank.”
That’s right, once the number of people who could survive was determined, the next step would be the final battle.
It was self-evident that the final confrontation would be for the throne of No. 1, to decide who will debut in the C position and who could get the Universal Wishing Ticket.
Zhuge An’s meaning was very clear. As long as the S-ranks could survive in the next instance and in the final battle, the C position candidate would not fall into the hands of the Devil and his puppets.
No one knew the content of the deal between No. 1 and the system, but since the target was determined to be the Universal Wishing Ticket, nobody would be stupid enough to hand it over.
“Besides that, Magician, you need to get to S-rank as soon as possible.”
Zong Jiu nodded without commitment.
He had never cared much about this rank before, otherwise, he wouldn’t kill NPCs, and even eagerly tried to punish the instance for a bit. But if he didn’t arrive at S-rank as soon as possible, he wouldn’t even be able to get the right to enter the final battle. It was better to be cautious in the next instances.
“The next step is the grouping of the next instance… ahem.”
Having said that, the black-haired man suddenly clenched his fist against his lips and coughed.
The Exorcist looked at him in surprise, “Are you sensitive to smoke?”
As he said that, he immediately extinguished the cigar in his hand and adjusted the function of the ventilator to the maximum.
Although the vent could absorb most of the smoke, they were still indoors, so one could still more or less smell the bitter flavor of cigars.
“A little bit, I have to go to the bathroom.”
Zhuge An frowned, clenched his fists, stood up from the sofa, straightened his back, and walked out of the quiet room.
The conversation was abruptly interrupted, and the Exorcist called out an apology.
The black-haired man didn’t look back, waved his hand indifferently, and closed the door.
The silent room fell into silence again.
Tsuchimikado went to the window, turned on the air purifier, and swept away the remaining smoke in the room.
The Exorcist awkwardly wrapped the unfinished cigar in frosted tin foil and threw it into the trash can.
Van Zhuo stood upright in front of the painting on the wall of the quiet room before turning around slowly after a long time. “You are bleeding.”
Zong Jiu, who was staring at him, was stunned for a moment, then he looked at his neck subconsciously, and the words came to a sudden stop.
Right, the person in front of him was not only the big bro of the original body, he was also the leader of the Night Clan, a genuine fourth-generation vampire. Even if the power was suppressed to a value that did not exceed the peak of human beings due to the limitations of the system, he couldn’t be compared next to ordinary people.
This little bit of bloodshed, wasn’t that what vampires were professionals at?
Zong Jiu said lightly, “It’s okay, it’s just a bite from a dog, it’s not in the way.”
Dog? The smallest dog at the Halloween event seemed to be a Cerberus, and every bite chopped people directly in half.
Although the others wondered why he didn’t let the system recover it directly after being bitten, in the end, this issue was his own business and their relationship was not so close that they could ask casually. So they did not pursue it.
The leaders of large organizations present were both masters of impartial consideration and were old fritters. They were naturally impeccable when it came to dealing with people and things.
No. 2 looked away from the white-haired young man’s scarf, his voice was cold and hard, and he dropped a message, “He also bleeds.”
He?
The remaining three looked at each other.
Van Zhuo put it succinctly, “No. 3.”
Realizing something, Zong Jiu suddenly stood up from his seat, “Excuse me for a moment.” He walked out of the quiet room and chased in the direction Zhuge An left towards.
On the contrary, the Exorcist was quite puzzled, “What’s going on? These days, as long as you give 500 survival points, you can even recover from cancer or amputation with one click. I didn’t expect one who was injured and did not heal himself, and there is actually a second one?”
His words were not wrong. As long as people didn’t die in the instance world, the system could really cure any disease. Even if a vampire was about to suffer cardiac arrest one second ago, the next second, he could dance on the spot with a ruddy face.
So, what happened to these two?
