Zong Jiu slowly got up from the bed and absentmindedly grabbed a handful of his hair, instantly waking up his brain.
His dormitories had changed again. It upgraded from an A-rank trainee’s presidential suite directly to the super luxurious villa-like room an S-rank trainee could have. There was a 360-degree hanging garden, a double-decker observation deck, and a small garden.
Calling it a room didn’t seem appropriate. Perhaps describing it as an aerial villa would be more fitting. In any case, every aspect of his accommodation had been upped by more than just one level. Even the previous bathtub in the suite had been transformed into a surf pool of the same style as No. 1. The small garden was adorned in silver. Under thick layers of accumulated snow were bright red strawberries. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window, one could see a forest cabin used by hunters with a blazing fireplace. Inside, a barbecue grill had been set up in advance for the trainees. It was ready for a picnic amid a snowstorm.
Additionally, the number of cats in his room also increased by two with the addition of a pure white ragdoll male cat and an energetic American shorthair female cat. Led by their boss Great Demon King, they became a cat family.
Last night, Zong Jiu slept very, very well. Hence, he woke up early today.
There was still over an hour left until the trainees had to gather in the broadcasting studio.
Thus, Zong Jiu rang the attendant’s bell, ordered room service, and went to wash up in the bathroom.
Personal butlers wouldn’t change because of rank advancement. They would only be discontinued due to rank decreases. Unless trainees were dissatisfied with the butler, the butler would continue to follow the trainee from A-rank to S-rank.
Zong Jiu was relatively satisfied with the NPC butler the system assigned to him. He had no intention of changing midway.
When Zong Jiu finished washing up and came out, knocking sounds came from the door.
For a moment, he questioned why the speed for room service was so slow today. Then he quickly untied the belt of the bathrobe on his body and changed into a new outfit.
“Please enter.”
As the sound of the dining cart rolling appeared, Zong Jiu happened to be bending down and putting on socks.
A gaze he couldn’t be more familiar with landed on his back. It shamelessly and fearlessly slid up from his glistening white toes that were surrounded by the wool carpet to his calves before slowly wandering along his inner thigh, brazenly traveling back and forth.
This dangerous and uncomfortable gaze had a strong presence and was extremely obvious. However, the other had no intention of hiding it in the slightest.
Zong Jiu put on a windbreaker and then turned his head around without a change in his expression.
As expected, wearing a black tailcoat over his figure and white gloves on his hands, the Devil was currently pushing the silver dining cart. With a smile on his face, he stood in front of the dining cart not far away. A budding red rose covered in dew was once again pinned on his chest.
If not for that detestable face, he truly was no different from an English butler produced by the system.
The three cats huddled together in the corner, all with their backs arched. The fur all over their body stood up as they vigilantly stared at this intruder who had entered uninvited.
Seeing the white-haired Magician turn his head, the enigmatic smile on his face grew even more pronounced.
He raised his hand, lifted the insulating cloth cover on the dining cart, and revealed the beautifully arranged and exquisite culinary delights behind it.
“Mr. Magician, the appetizer consists of Brittany blue lobsters and Burgundy red wine eggs that were freshly flown over this morning. The main course is a medium-rare Australian M9 sirloin steak with Alsatian pickled sauerkraut. For dessert, there are chocolate ganache with mango chunks.”
The Devil curled his finger. The wine stopper of the wine bottle placed on the dining cart fell straight down, “As for the aperitif…”
The pale gold alcoholic liquid flowed from the wine bottle into a wine glass. A dazzling color was reflected under the warm light within the room.
“A white wine from the Starborough Winery. Please enjoy.”
C qfgofma rwlif tecu bc atf wjc’r ojmf. Cr lo tf kfgf j agef jaafcvjca, tf mgbrrfv bcf tjcv bnfg tlr mtfra ktlif tf ufraegfv klat atf batfg.
Lf fnfc vlilufcais qeiifv bea atf mtjlg ogbw atf ajyif obg atf Zjulmljc. Ktf qeqqfa raglcur atja kfgf erejiis tlvvfc lc atf vjgxcfrr jqqfjgfv ogbw atf nblv, byfvlfcais ijslcu bea atf meaifgs jcv ajyifmibat.
As the saying goes, if one shows courtesy out of nowhere, there must be hidden intentions.
Zong Jiu coldly glanced at him and then serenely adjusted his sleeve, “My apologies, but I don’t like French cuisine.
“So Mr. Magician doesn’t like these. This is an oversight on my part.
The Devil pretended to be surprised, “Not eating breakfast is bad for the body.”
What f**king bad for the body.
Trainees didn’t need to eat anything. Although he didn’t need to eat, he kept the habit of eating once a day. Even if he didn’t eat, it wasn’t a big deal. No.1’s words just now were a bunch of bull.
Zong Jiu felt that there was no need for him to waste any more words on him. After changing his shoes, he prepared to leave his dorm.
S-ranks had the privilege of not gathering at the broadcasting studio, but he felt it wasn’t necessary to use that privilege.
One reason was that this was the first gathering after he became an S-rank. As a key figure in the Anti-Devil alliance, it would be hard to justify him not going.
The second reason was that this meeting was related to the next instance. In other words, it was regarding the next super S-rank instance. In the face of great adversity, missing even the slightest information could be fatal. Zong Jiu would never make such a basic mistake.
The white-haired young man walked straight through the center of the room while keeping his gaze straight ahead, only to be intercepted in his next step by the Devil who walked out of the shadows.
“Don’t be in such a rush to leave.”
He stood in front of the Magician, blocking him. There was a huge sense of oppression as his dark golden eyes gleamed with excitement.
“If you’re not going to eat breakfast, how about we eat something else?”
“?” Zong Jiu indifferently glanced at the black-haired man standing in front of him.
The other party lowered his voice, ambiguously licked his lips, and broke out into a sinister smile, “Such as…you.”
Zong Jiu, “……”
Zong Jiu, “You truly look like a male dog in heat.”
Despite being snapped back at by the white-haired young man, the man’s face was still full of smiles. There wasn’t the slightest sign of displeasure.
For some reason, since he had figured out his desires yesterday night, the Devil’s patience and tolerance towards the Magician had risen by more than one level.
He had once been more than willing to personally bestow death upon Zong Jiu.
Whether it was Gui Guzi’s prophecy or his repeated provocations, Zong Jiu’s every step was crazily dancing around the boundary of amusing and death.
The Devil had once regretted not tearing up his flesh and personally snapping his neck day and night. He regretted not nipping this hero who was prophesied to defeat the demon king in the bud and seeing his cherished friend fall from the clouds into the mud.
He stared at that face which didn’t show much emotion. However, if the person really ended up in his hands, a different, more pressing desire grew like wild weeds.
He wanted to f**k him really hard.
Compared with illusory wins and losses, he would much rather see him crying and panting under him as he begged for mercy with red eyes.
The Devil responded with a smile, “It’s only towards you.”
“Clearly you are the same as me. We’re both people who are very true to our desires, isn’t that so?”
It was indeed so.
Zong Jiu remained silent.
They both indulged themselves in pleasure.
One was without any bottom lines while the other put a chain on themselves.
One was previously uninterested in such matters, while the other was emotionally detached to the point of near apathy.
In this aspect, they were unexpectedly the same.
“So… Why not give it a try? I have a feeling that we would be very compatible.”
The product of maliciousness and evil once again extended a seductive olive branch, attempting to drag the Magician to fall together into the abyss.
It’s a pity. Although the Magician did indeed stay true to his desires, there had to be desires in the first place.
The Devil’s words lacked support and a basis.
“No.”
Zong Jiu expressionlessly rejected, “Your skills are too bad.”
The elevator door closed with a bang and blocked their faces and locked gazes.
The enclosed box began to descend.
Someone who didn’t even know how to kiss wanted to go onto the bed?
The Magician stared at the decreasing number on the elevator display and laughed out locked. He completely forgot that he was no different.
Not long after, the elevator door quietly opened from both sides.
Golden lights with hints of red hung down from the dome ceiling of the broadcasting studio, suspended high in the air. Bewitching colors flickered in the space below them.
The escalator for S-rank trainees could directly transport them to the throne located in the highest place within the broadcasting studio.
Almost everyone had already gathered in the studio. Out of the entire row of thrones, the positions still empty were No.1, No.9, and No.10’s spots.
Countless people looked up at the highest place. They watched as the slender and tall Magician sat on the throne for No.9.
At that moment, all ten S-ranks were in place, without a single one missing.
It was widely known that it was significantly harder to gather all the S-ranks than it was to squeeze into the S-ranks.
Among the gazes of the crowd, there were some carrying sighs, some envy, some jealousy, some yearning, some admiration… and other emotions.
Zong Jiu indifferently accepted the gazes cast from all directions with no emotion on his face.
He lowered his eyes and observed the entire broadcasting studio.
Looking down from the highest point and overlooking a sea of heads often gave people a feeling of power and control. Not to mention, S-ranks were the only ones out of all the ranks who were allowed to sit in the studio instead of standing. That in itself was a symbol of honor and strength.
After watching for a while, Zong Jiu turned his head. He found that No.8 Dark Warlock who was sitting beside him was propping up his head with one hand. A pair of dark green eyes were locked onto him from within a black hood. Seeing him turn his head around, he curled his lip as a gesture of acknowledgment.
Behind Dark Warlock, the golden-haired Holy Son tidied up the priest’s robe hanging from his body as he greeted him, the smile on his face full of gentleness and compassion.
Further away was Poseidon with a profile full of exotic charm and Black-Robed Azan who had been controlled in the Famine Village instance.
Zong Jiu, “…”
He glanced at his allies, No.2, No.3, and No.4. They were all consecutive numbers. A string of numbers after were the Devil’s puppets. Then, there was the solitary No.9, who was surrounded by puppets.
The Magician took back his gaze, bypassed a few people, and asked No.4 Exorcist, “Where did Tsuchimikado go?”
The Exorcist scratched his head, “Something happened yesterday night… That brat should have requested to attend the assembly in his room.”
During the evening ball yesterday, when Tsuchimikado pulled out a blue talisman, even Exorcist was stunned.
He felt the gazes from all directions and patted the other’s stiff shoulder, “Sigh. Buddy, what can I say at this point?”
And then Tsuchimikado, who faced a social death, quickly fled from the scene.
Exorcist suddenly felt guilty and swiftly followed after him. However, the other wouldn’t open the door no matter what.
“It’s fine.”
Exorcist waved his hand, “That guy’s recovery ability is very good. He’ll be fine after an instance.”
Indeed. This wasn’t the first time Tsuchimikado was so unlucky.
Life wanted to bully this little kitty, him. What could be done?
After multiple social deaths, he’ll eventually get used to it.
Zong Jiu slowly got up from the bed and absentmindedly grabbed a handful of his hair, instantly waking up his brain.
His dormitories had changed again. It upgraded from an A-rank trainee’s presidential suite directly to the super luxurious villa-like room an S-rank trainee could have. There was a 360-degree hanging garden, a double-decker observation deck, and a small garden.
Calling it a room didn’t seem appropriate. Perhaps describing it as an aerial villa would be more fitting. In any case, every aspect of his accommodation had been upped by more than just one level. Even the previous bathtub in the suite had been transformed into a surf pool of the same style as No. 1. The small garden was adorned in silver. Under thick layers of accumulated snow were bright red strawberries. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window, one could see a forest cabin used by hunters with a blazing fireplace. Inside, a barbecue grill had been set up in advance for the trainees. It was ready for a picnic amid a snowstorm.
Additionally, the number of cats in his room also increased by two with the addition of a pure white ragdoll male cat and an energetic American shorthair female cat. Led by their boss Great Demon King, they became a cat family.
Last night, Zong Jiu slept very, very well. Hence, he woke up early today.
There was still over an hour left until the trainees had to gather in the broadcasting studio.
Thus, Zong Jiu rang the attendant’s bell, ordered room service, and went to wash up in the bathroom.
Personal butlers wouldn’t change because of rank advancement. They would only be discontinued due to rank decreases. Unless trainees were dissatisfied with the butler, the butler would continue to follow the trainee from A-rank to S-rank.
Zong Jiu was relatively satisfied with the NPC butler the system assigned to him. He had no intention of changing midway.
When Zong Jiu finished washing up and came out, knocking sounds came from the door.
For a moment, he questioned why the speed for room service was so slow today. Then he quickly untied the belt of the bathrobe on his body and changed into a new outfit.
“Please enter.”
As the sound of the dining cart rolling appeared, Zong Jiu happened to be bending down and putting on socks.
A gaze he couldn’t be more familiar with landed on his back. It shamelessly and fearlessly slid up from his glistening white toes that were surrounded by the wool carpet to his calves before slowly wandering along his inner thigh, brazenly traveling back and forth.
This dangerous and uncomfortable gaze had a strong presence and was extremely obvious. However, the other had no intention of hiding it in the slightest.
Zong Jiu put on a windbreaker and then turned his head around without a change in his expression.
As expected, wearing a black tailcoat over his figure and white gloves on his hands, the Devil was currently pushing the silver dining cart. With a smile on his face, he stood in front of the dining cart not far away. A budding red rose covered in dew was once again pinned on his chest.
If not for that detestable face, he truly was no different from an English butler produced by the system.
The three cats huddled together in the corner, all with their backs arched. The fur all over their body stood up as they vigilantly stared at this intruder who had entered uninvited.
Seeing the white-haired Magician turn his head, the enigmatic smile on his face grew even more pronounced.
He raised his hand, lifted the insulating cloth cover on the dining cart, and revealed the beautifully arranged and exquisite culinary delights behind it.
“Mr. Magician, the appetizer consists of Brittany blue lobsters and Burgundy red wine eggs that were freshly flown over this morning. The main course is a medium-rare Australian M9 sirloin steak with Alsatian pickled sauerkraut. For dessert, there are chocolate ganache with mango chunks.”
The Devil curled his finger. The wine stopper of the wine bottle placed on the dining cart fell straight down, “As for the aperitif…”
The pale gold alcoholic liquid flowed from the wine bottle into a wine glass. A dazzling color was reflected under the warm light within the room.
“A white wine from the Starborough Winery. Please enjoy.”
C qfgofma rwlif tecu bc atf wjc’r ojmf. Cr lo tf kfgf j agef jaafcvjca, tf mgbrrfv bcf tjcv bnfg tlr mtfra ktlif tf ufraegfv klat atf batfg.
Lf fnfc vlilufcais qeiifv bea atf mtjlg ogbw atf ajyif obg atf Zjulmljc. Ktf qeqqfa raglcur atja kfgf erejiis tlvvfc lc atf vjgxcfrr jqqfjgfv ogbw atf nblv, byfvlfcais ijslcu bea atf meaifgs jcv ajyifmibat.
As the saying goes, if one shows courtesy out of nowhere, there must be hidden intentions.
Zong Jiu coldly glanced at him and then serenely adjusted his sleeve, “My apologies, but I don’t like French cuisine.
“So Mr. Magician doesn’t like these. This is an oversight on my part.
The Devil pretended to be surprised, “Not eating breakfast is bad for the body.”
What f**king bad for the body.
Trainees didn’t need to eat anything. Although he didn’t need to eat, he kept the habit of eating once a day. Even if he didn’t eat, it wasn’t a big deal. No.1’s words just now were a bunch of bull.
Zong Jiu felt that there was no need for him to waste any more words on him. After changing his shoes, he prepared to leave his dorm.
S-ranks had the privilege of not gathering at the broadcasting studio, but he felt it wasn’t necessary to use that privilege.
One reason was that this was the first gathering after he became an S-rank. As a key figure in the Anti-Devil alliance, it would be hard to justify him not going.
The second reason was that this meeting was related to the next instance. In other words, it was regarding the next super S-rank instance. In the face of great adversity, missing even the slightest information could be fatal. Zong Jiu would never make such a basic mistake.
The white-haired young man walked straight through the center of the room while keeping his gaze straight ahead, only to be intercepted in his next step by the Devil who walked out of the shadows.
“Don’t be in such a rush to leave.”
He stood in front of the Magician, blocking him. There was a huge sense of oppression as his dark golden eyes gleamed with excitement.
“If you’re not going to eat breakfast, how about we eat something else?”
“?” Zong Jiu indifferently glanced at the black-haired man standing in front of him.
The other party lowered his voice, ambiguously licked his lips, and broke out into a sinister smile, “Such as…you.”
Zong Jiu, “……”
Zong Jiu, “You truly look like a male dog in heat.”
Despite being snapped back at by the white-haired young man, the man’s face was still full of smiles. There wasn’t the slightest sign of displeasure.
For some reason, since he had figured out his desires yesterday night, the Devil’s patience and tolerance towards the Magician had risen by more than one level.
He had once been more than willing to personally bestow death upon Zong Jiu.
Whether it was Gui Guzi’s prophecy or his repeated provocations, Zong Jiu’s every step was crazily dancing around the boundary of amusing and death.
The Devil had once regretted not tearing up his flesh and personally snapping his neck day and night. He regretted not nipping this hero who was prophesied to defeat the demon king in the bud and seeing his cherished friend fall from the clouds into the mud.
He stared at that face which didn’t show much emotion. However, if the person really ended up in his hands, a different, more pressing desire grew like wild weeds.
He wanted to f**k him really hard.
Compared with illusory wins and losses, he would much rather see him crying and panting under him as he begged for mercy with red eyes.
The Devil responded with a smile, “It’s only towards you.”
“Clearly you are the same as me. We’re both people who are very true to our desires, isn’t that so?”
It was indeed so.
Zong Jiu remained silent.
They both indulged themselves in pleasure.
One was without any bottom lines while the other put a chain on themselves.
One was previously uninterested in such matters, while the other was emotionally detached to the point of near apathy.
In this aspect, they were unexpectedly the same.
“So… Why not give it a try? I have a feeling that we would be very compatible.”
The product of maliciousness and evil once again extended a seductive olive branch, attempting to drag the Magician to fall together into the abyss.
It’s a pity. Although the Magician did indeed stay true to his desires, there had to be desires in the first place.
The Devil’s words lacked support and a basis.
“No.”
Zong Jiu expressionlessly rejected, “Your skills are too bad.”
The elevator door closed with a bang and blocked their faces and locked gazes.
The enclosed box began to descend.
Someone who didn’t even know how to kiss wanted to go onto the bed?
The Magician stared at the decreasing number on the elevator display and laughed out locked. He completely forgot that he was no different.
Not long after, the elevator door quietly opened from both sides.
Golden lights with hints of red hung down from the dome ceiling of the broadcasting studio, suspended high in the air. Bewitching colors flickered in the space below them.
The escalator for S-rank trainees could directly transport them to the throne located in the highest place within the broadcasting studio.
Almost everyone had already gathered in the studio. Out of the entire row of thrones, the positions still empty were No.1, No.9, and No.10’s spots.
Countless people looked up at the highest place. They watched as the slender and tall Magician sat on the throne for No.9.
At that moment, all ten S-ranks were in place, without a single one missing.
It was widely known that it was significantly harder to gather all the S-ranks than it was to squeeze into the S-ranks.
Among the gazes of the crowd, there were some carrying sighs, some envy, some jealousy, some yearning, some admiration… and other emotions.
Zong Jiu indifferently accepted the gazes cast from all directions with no emotion on his face.
He lowered his eyes and observed the entire broadcasting studio.
Looking down from the highest point and overlooking a sea of heads often gave people a feeling of power and control. Not to mention, S-ranks were the only ones out of all the ranks who were allowed to sit in the studio instead of standing. That in itself was a symbol of honor and strength.
After watching for a while, Zong Jiu turned his head. He found that No.8 Dark Warlock who was sitting beside him was propping up his head with one hand. A pair of dark green eyes were locked onto him from within a black hood. Seeing him turn his head around, he curled his lip as a gesture of acknowledgment.
Behind Dark Warlock, the golden-haired Holy Son tidied up the priest’s robe hanging from his body as he greeted him, the smile on his face full of gentleness and compassion.
Further away was Poseidon with a profile full of exotic charm and Black-Robed Azan who had been controlled in the Famine Village instance.
Zong Jiu, “…”
He glanced at his allies, No.2, No.3, and No.4. They were all consecutive numbers. A string of numbers after were the Devil’s puppets. Then, there was the solitary No.9, who was surrounded by puppets.
The Magician took back his gaze, bypassed a few people, and asked No.4 Exorcist, “Where did Tsuchimikado go?”
The Exorcist scratched his head, “Something happened yesterday night… That brat should have requested to attend the assembly in his room.”
During the evening ball yesterday, when Tsuchimikado pulled out a blue talisman, even Exorcist was stunned.
He felt the gazes from all directions and patted the other’s stiff shoulder, “Sigh. Buddy, what can I say at this point?”
And then Tsuchimikado, who faced a social death, quickly fled from the scene.
Exorcist suddenly felt guilty and swiftly followed after him. However, the other wouldn’t open the door no matter what.
“It’s fine.”
Exorcist waved his hand, “That guy’s recovery ability is very good. He’ll be fine after an instance.”
Indeed. This wasn’t the first time Tsuchimikado was so unlucky.
Life wanted to bully this little kitty, him. What could be done?
After multiple social deaths, he’ll eventually get used to it.
