Thriller Trainee - Chapter 257 After the end

[The horror trainee competition is about to start tomorrow, don’t you prepare? 】

In the S-class room without a trace of light, the cold alert sound of the main system suddenly sounded.

"The Messiah has been/manipulated, and you haven't found any abnormalities. The puppet line is always running. What needs to be prepared?"

The man on the high-back chair sneered, and the puppet thread entangled with his fingers flew and fleeed into the void.

Tomorrow is the day when the horror trainee competition begins. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

At least for all the survivors who signed up for the thriller trainee competition.

This is also the first large-scale competition held in an infinite loop. While they are excited about the rewards, they also have the worries and excitement about to come.

However, such tension has no effect on the devil.

Even, it made him feel even more boring.

This boring came so quickly, that little interest was almost fleeting.

Obviously a month ago, when the main system came to work with him, the devil still felt that this was a very good proposal for a long time, and it was rare to raise some expectations.

The original traditional mode of infinite loop made him a little tired of playing.

There have always been a few people going back and forth. Super S-level dungeons cannot be opened casually because of the energy issue of the main system. S-level dungeons don’t know how many have been demolished, so that some S-level dungeons are very resistant. His entry.

At this time, the main system is dozing off and comes to deliver pillows. How can the devil be unreasonable?

Isn't it more interesting to wait until the best person who survived this kind of game turned around and realized that it was just a despair?

With such a bad taste, the devil agreed to the cooperation request of the main system.

But now...

bored. so boring.

All the copies of the first solo show have been sent to his eyes, and the devil can choose a copy at will to play the npc.

Not to mention that now that he has the permissions given by the main system, he can also change a different npc appearance, continue his great cause of choosing things and watching movies behind the scenes.

Obviously what an interesting thing, but the devil is out of interest now.

He didn't want to go to a copy.

What's more annoying is that the automatic weather system of the trainee dormitory set by the main system is loaded into a thunderstorm.

Bright, cold white lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the sea and the islands, followed by heavy rain, splattering, as if to turn the whole world upside down.

Just this time, the black-haired demon's mood fell directly to the bottom.

He hooked his fingers, and the floor-to-ceiling window that provided the only light source was also covered by heavy curtains, so there was no light.

He didn't want to expose any weaknesses in front of the main system, so he simply lay down on the bed, pretending to be sleeping.

In all the rooms shrouded in darkness, the man's dark golden pupils were tirelessly shining with boredom.

Although for the devil, things can only be divided into two categories: "interesting" and "uninteresting". But this situation is still a bit rare at the moment.

...It's like something is missing.

There is nothing that can keep him interested, passionate, and tireless.

what is it then?

Will such things really exist in this world?

There was a casual sneer in the darkness.

I don't know if it's because the weather is too boring, the devil even took a rare rest for a while.

He rarely sleeps, because he is not a human being, so he does not need to use sleep as a way of rest. It's just that sometimes if it's too boring, he would rather sleep rather than wake up.

He didn't know how long it took, and before he opened his eyes, he was keenly aware of the surrounding environment.

too bright. This light should not be the usual darkness of his room, even if all the curtains are opened and the lights are turned on, there will be no such dazzling light.

The man opened his eyes suddenly.

At first sight is a spacious room.

The basic tone of the room is gray, white and blue. There is an endless snow field outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, there is a heavy snowfall, and each piece is as big as a feather.

The fireplace burned enthusiastically not far away, and the firewood crackled and made a soothing sound, warm and kind.

"Main system, what's going on?"

The devil sat up from the bed with a rather unhappy expression.

As soon as he sleeps, the main system will give him this moth?

Could it be that where he revealed a flaw, the main system found out that he didn't like thunderstorms, so he made a roundabout hint to him?

When can the system learn human hypocrisy?

But in the dormitory of the trainees, the surrounding environment can be changed silently, except for the main system.

Unexpectedly, the main system that had always given him a response for the first time is now extremely silent. The devil called the opponent several times without any sign of answering.

The man's eyebrows wrinkled more and more.

He stared indifferently at the fluffy carpet on the wooden floor, stepped on it unceremoniously, and looked around in this unfamiliar room.

Obviously, this is a room full of life.

It's not just 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 table, or the roses blooming in the snow... everything is foreshadowed. There are traces of human habitation here.

All household items are complete sets.

Two cups, two dinner plates, and even the clothes in the closet are divided into black and white colors. The clothes in one of the wardrobes are his unchanging black suits, and the clothes in the other wardrobe are mainly windbreakers and khakis.

Adult males, not living alone, should be a couple. The outrageous thing is that one of them has a body shape and habits that are very similar to him.

Just a simple turn, the devil can determine the basic situation here.

He stepped across 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 range of his own room, and his heart became more suspicious.

Before he fell asleep, many dresses and furnishings in the room had undergone obvious changes.

For example, the khaki windbreaker hung on a hanger, which is obviously not in his style; for example, a long silver-white hair left on a black bed sheet; another example is the ugly and burnt one on the bed, which is very cherished by the owner. Rabbit doll.

What the **** is the main system doing?

The black-haired man rubbed his temples, stimulating his ability to manipulate shadows.

So the shadows covering the two rooms fed back all the surveyed information to him, making his face more gloomy.

Just as the demon was trying to continue to contact the main system, a "click" door opened suddenly in the silent air.

It's not in the black room on his side, but in the white room on the opposite side.

Zong Jiu is back.

He is in a good mood today. He just wandered around in the main city, and found that there was an S-level copy that was fun to watch, so he planned to come back and bring the devil together.

Since they got mixed up, the fun has been endless.

In the past, it was the devil who took the trouble alone, but now there is one more person to cooperate and turn the player around in a flicker.

But Zong Jiu generally doesn't like messing up, he only likes watching movies, so the devil is usually responsible for picking things up. He only needs to play the role of the inner ghost who is idle among the players, and cooperate with the big boss behind the scenes, eating melons and watching the show.

As a result, when he was about to come back, Zhuge secretly glanced at him unpredictably.

"Unfortunately, you should not be able to make a copy this time. I will reserve the place for you next time."

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

Zhuge secretly said this without beginning or end, but as a black-hearted prophet, Zong Jiu felt that as long as he said something from his mouth, every sentence and every word was worthy of scrutiny.

But this time he didn't understand.

He and the devil have an infinite loop of power in their palms, and the other is keen on it. They just come back and call for their own kung fu. How can the devil change their personality?

There have not been many things recently, but more and more survivors have accumulated enough points to exchange their memories of being in an infinite loop.

Not to mention whether this matter is good or not, but it is finally the meeting of old friends. Compared with other ordinary players who know nothing, the survivors burst into tears the moment they recover their memories.

Just a few days ago, the group of former B-level trainees led by Zong Jiu at No. 1 Middle School also formed a new guild called Class Jiu. It is said that the initiators were the 99th and 15th. It was just a day's effort to establish the guild. The other B-level withdrawals were all assembled.

A few days ago, Zong Jiu also went back to join in the excitement, and took Class 9 to get off an A-level copy.

Apart from that, there is nothing else. I have to boast about Zhuge's superb business ability, which makes people wonder whether the other party will be overworked in the next second.

With such a relaxed mood, Zong Jiu slowly teleported back to their dormitory.

As soon as he returned, he saw the black-haired man standing at the junction of the two rooms, staring at him with an unclear expression on his face.

"?"

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.

At this point in time, the devil usually takes a bath or wine tasting in the room. If he is more interested, he may set up an easel and use his superb painting skills that he exchanged from the main system to draw something serious. .

If it is not in the room, then the other party must be looking for his own way.

but now......

Just after taking a step, Zong Jiu suddenly retracted his foot.

The relaxed atmosphere all over him suddenly became cold, and a thin playing card appeared on his fingertips.

The magician pointed at the opponent's neck far away, and his voice was cold, "Who are you?"

It's not that the flower ring is not on the other party's white gloves, but the tacit understanding and intuition cultivated over time.

This is not a demon.

In other words, not the demon he knew in his memory.

"I should ask this question, the unknown ant."

The man squinted his eyes, and the invisible puppet thread flew out of his hand, piercing the cold and invisible air, and pierced towards the white-haired youth.

So the next step is logical.

They didn't have a few words at all, and they started fighting on the spot.

One manipulated the shadow and the puppet line, the other playing cards flickered, and the golden crowbar shone with cold color.

To be honest, after Zong Jiu came to power, he used his excess energy to strengthen almost all the places in his body that could be strengthened. The overall quality has reached the peak of humanity, and even has a vague meaning of surpassing.

In addition, he and the devil have fought too many times, and the opponent's moves and routines, Zongjiu, are so familiar that they can no longer be familiar.

On the other hand, from the parallel world, the devil who has not experienced the thriller trainee competition, is completely unfamiliar with the magician's offensive routines, and was once conceited of his own strength.

So what I like to hear is that after about a few rounds, he didn't notice, and the magician grabbed the neckline, pressed his knees against his chest, and slammed it to the ground.

I have to say that this is probably his worst loss since he was born out of malice.

"Which one did you play today?"

The black-haired demon was pushed to the ground, while the magician looked down at him condescendingly.

"Let's go, are you having memory loss or rejuvenation? Huh?"

It's hard to describe the devil's mood at the 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, the joy of meeting his opponents made him squint his pupils.

It was... extremely interesting.