Chapter 21

How was this possible?!

Looking at the shining "S" and "F" above the white-haired young man's head, silence swept over like a tide.

Not to mention Zong Jiu, even the others were dumbfounded.

[Viewers who have watched Brother Ajiu's live broadcast come over and say that the S-level evaluation might be because he had some kind of unknown transaction with Master Zhuge in the dungeon. Moreover, after knocking down that perverted doctor with a hammer, Ajiu also took away the S-level item in the dungeon. In summary, I feel that it shouldn't be a problem to get an S-level item, right?]

[F * ck, this white-haired guy got an S-level item? What's going on, what did I miss, dumbfounded.jpg]

[What, what, what? S-level item?? Upstairs, after hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that it's not a problem for him to get an S-level evaluation from the main system. I suddenly choked.]

[… It's scary, are all newcomers so fierce nowadays? (The melon in my hand drops)]

After all, the bullet screen was from the perspective of God, so they could get more information.

After they came to a sudden realization, new questions arose.

[No, then I've finally figured out why he was able to get an S rating from the main system. But why did the teacher give him an F rating?]

[To be honest, I also want to ask this question … It can't be that he can get an S-level from the main system, but it's so low from the mentor. It obviously doesn't make sense.]

[The young lady on the first floor who watched the live broadcast.]

[I'm coming, I'm coming. Uh, upstairs, I'm also thinking about this question, but if I have to say it, I feel that it might be because Ajiu smashed the NPC to death with a hammer (no mercy). After all, it's an unwritten rule that NPCs can't be hurt in the infinite loop. Maybe the mentor gave a low score because of this? In deep thought.]

[It might also be because Master Zhuge helped him. At that time in the ward, the big boss used an S-level item to seal the space. Who knows what happened?]

The bullet screen was busy, and the discussion in the studio became more and more intense.

The exorcist said exaggeratedly, "F-level, good lord, did this kid offend the mentor?"

The nine thrones were silent. Even No. 1, who had been sarcastic before, looked like he was deep in thought.

Up until now, no one knew who the 'mentor' mentioned by the main system was. However, according to their previous inference, since the instructor's evaluation and the system's evaluation were almost the same, this also meant that the instructor's evaluation and the system's evaluation were consistent to a certain extent. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so close.

But now, the "F" grade that the white-haired young man received had broken everyone's understanding.

The Psychic Medium suddenly said, "It sounds like Mentor is some kind of supreme existence. Interesting, could it be that the main system can cultivate into a spirit?"

Everyone else thought that this was a witty remark. Only the black-haired man who had been sitting with his eyes closed lifted his eyelids and said coldly.

"After the founding of the country, they are not allowed to become spirits."

The others were speechless.

They remembered that the Zhuge An was in charge of the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams in the East. When it came to demons, it might really be related to the professional knowledge of humans.

They broke out in cold sweat and said against their will, "Ahaha, Brother Zhuge is really humorous."

It was rare for Zhuge An to speak, and everyone forgot about their previous discussion. The highest level once again became as still as stagnant water.

Instead, it was the person sitting at No. 7 who turned his head sideways and glanced at him with an unclear meaning.

The noise at the top level stopped for a while, but the noise below was still incessant. Even though the re-evaluation of all the E-grade trainees had ended, the focus of everyone's discussion was still the newcomer who received the polarizing evaluation. They continued to glance over from time to time.

"This is really dramatic. Who knew that it would end up like this? What a pity."

"That's right. I thought that there was a dark horse who could kill the arrogance of those old people. Sigh, who would have thought …"

Half of the people were hypocritical, but their faces were filled with schadenfreude.

"I knew it. They are all newcomers like us. How could they have such great abilities? It's possible that they cheated."

"That's true. Look at him. He's even prettier than a woman. Maybe the tutor saw his true face and gave him an F grade."

.....

In the midst of the whispers, the only one who did not move was the person who was at the center of their discussion.

Zong Jiu stood in place and looked down at the green badge on his chest. The large "C" on it was particularly eye-catching.

The main system gave him an S grade, the mentor gave him an F grade. Taking the middle value, he was a C grade. There was nothing wrong with that.

This round of elimination was an F grade. Those with F grade needed to enter a punishment dungeon. Based on this calculation, Zong Jiu was promoted by one grade. He even had some leeway over an E grade.

However, Zong Jiu was a little unhappy.

Anyone who told you that they got a perfect score of 655 points in the exam and found out that they only got 05 points after the exam was handed out would definitely be in a bad mood.

His expression did not change. The people beside him did not dare to say anything. They only dared to secretly size him up.

After what happened just now, the newcomers seemed to have a subtle estrangement with him. No one dared to come up and talk to him.

As time passed, the main system's re-evaluation had reached the boundary of an A grade. Everyone's gaze returned to the scene in the studio.

Before this, in the entire studio, there was only one red S grade.

Fortunately, the strong A grade trainees did not disappoint. Out of the less than 755 people, almost ten of them had red letters above their heads.

It was worth mentioning that these people's evaluations were all from the mentor, which was higher than the main system's evaluation. A few of the main systems only gave them an A or B grade, but the mentor generously gave them an S grade as encouragement.

Looking at this, Zong Jiu felt more and more that he was being targeted.

Mentor evaluation.

He muttered these words in his heart and fell into deep thought.

This mentor definitely gave him an F grade on purpose.

However, when Zong Jiu followed this logical clue and searched his mind, he couldn't find anything that could match it.

After thinking about it, in the first solo show, the most mysterious person was still Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu did not come back alive, but this person left behind countless mysteries for Zong Jiu. It left a deep impression. The most suspicious death was so easy. It was as if someone had cut it off abruptly and there was no follow-up.

As for the other suspicious doctor … Zong Jiu took revenge on him at the time. Just as he guessed, he injured an NPC and would be punished with a deduction of points.

Even so, Zong Jiu felt that his hammer strike was worth it. Getting rid of evil for the people was a sure win. Moreover, why would he care about an NPC? After all, once he left the dungeon, he would never see him again.

Therefore, the root of the problem still revolved around Sheng Yu.

Just as Zong Jiu was deep in thought, the S grade re-evaluation was completed.

Without exception, they all slipped down from the throne. Above their heads was a patch of sunset red. In the end, only No.4 and No.65 managed to exchange positions. The upper seats did not even change, and the lower ranks did not usurp the throne.

In fact, the higher one went, the smaller the range of change in strength. For the high-level trainees, their strength was not much different from the main system's estimation. Only by throwing them into a dungeon of sufficient difficulty would it be easy to pull apart the gap. Otherwise, the score would be very close and there would be no clear winner.

[The second round of ranking evaluation has ended. Next is the time for trainees to change their positions.]

Zong Jiu slowly followed the crowd. He went up two steps from the E grade to C grade.

The hall was noisy. Regardless of whether they were promoted or not, as long as they did not fall to F grade, their faces lit up with joy.

At the same time, in stark contrast, were the people with purple badges on their chests. Their faces were dejected, and they were crying hysterically.

[The punishment dungeon is being activated …]

After the trainees of other grades took their positions, the F grade trainees were forcibly moved away by the main system regardless of whether they wanted to or not. They disappeared into thin air from the studio hall.

Now, the lowest grade in the entire hall became E grade. While the E grade trainees rejoiced that they had escaped, they also began to worry about how they would proceed in the next round. If they did not advance in the next dungeon, the F grade trainees who were eliminated would be their fate.

[The forcible transfer has been completed.]

The cold system notification rang through the hall.

[The second round of dungeons will be activated in three days. At the same time, based on the results of this round's ranking, the dungeons will be randomly assigned. Trainees are strictly prohibited from privately exchanging information obtained from their ranking advantage or engaging in trading activities. Once discovered, they will be severely punished.]

The information referred to the advantages of trainees of different grades.

Zong Jiu had previously heard rumors that the S grade trainees could know the background and location of the next dungeon in advance. The higher grade S grade trainees could even choose the dungeon themselves. The amount of authority they had was beyond imagination. The higher the grade of the trainee, the more information they could obtain, so that they could make more preparations in advance. But for C grade trainees like them, they could only blindly wait for their fate to be assigned.

Based on Zong Jiu's current status as a C grade trainee, he could only obtain two thousand survival points after the game.

If his hand was injured in a horror dungeon, even if it was broken or a more serious injury, he would only need five hundred survival points to restore it. But Zong Jiu's injury was brought over from the real world, so according to the rules of the infinite loop, the survival points needed to be multiplied by five.

In addition, Zong Jiu was a little greedy. Since the Infinite Loop had provided him with this condition, he wanted to strengthen his hands. It would be best if he could restore them to the highest level he had when he was a Great Magician.

Now that the trainees were divided into veterans and newbies, the difference in strength and experience between the two groups was large. After the first dungeon's selection, the main system should provide them with a platform, so that the newbies would not be stagnant or the gap between them would widen. After all, the system's purpose was never to send newbies to their deaths, but to eliminate the weak.

Just as Zong Jiu was deep in thought, the main system announced the schedule of activities for the three days between dungeons.

[In order to give newbies more opportunities, and to promote the relationship between the trainees, during the intermission between the two dungeons, the North District of the trainee dormitory will open a special area: Las Vegas Casino.]

[Trainees can participate in various activities in the casino during these three days to earn more survival points.]

[Survival points can be exchanged for some special items in the casino's limited time store, or directly strengthen the body to increase the survival rate of the next dungeon.]

The hall was in an uproar.

There was no doubt that the "Las Vegas Casino" that the main system was opening was a precious opportunity for every newbie. It was also fatally attractive to the veterans.

Because in the infinite loop, the only way to obtain special items was through horror dungeons, and the probability of obtaining them was pitifully low.

But now, the main system directly gave them a way to exchange survival points for items. Many of the veterans who lacked items were eager to rush into the casino and have a good time.

Just as everyone was in a heated discussion about Las Vegas. Suddenly, there was a sound of gasps from the higher-ups.

Gradually, the sound came one after another. In just a few seconds, all the newbies in the lower levels stopped their discussions and looked up in confusion.

Behind the throne at the highest point, someone was humming a strange and eerie song. The tip of his leather shoes stepped on the endless darkness.

[F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, is it what I guessed!? Is that person coming?]

[Ahhhhhh, he's coming, he's coming. The man who made me willingly flip through the live stream list for an entire day is coming.]

[This should be the first time I've seen this person's face other than the video on the forum. Sigh, I'm satisfied.]

He's coming.

The man was wearing a neat black suit. His half-length black hair was tied behind his head, and the bow tie of his classic white shirt was neatly folded. A budding red rose covered in dew was inserted into his chest, and the cold chain of the golden pocket watch dangled from his pocket. His posture was elegant and noble, concealing the madness within. It was as though he was dressed to the nines to attend a luxurious palace ball.

His handsome face was sliced into several distinct pieces by the crimson gold chandelier. The bright part was pure and flawless, perfect like God's proudest creation, Seraph Gabriel. The dark part was like an abyss that one could not look straight at. It was as deep as the cold and twisted fallen angel Samael from hell.

This face perfectly fused the holy divinity and the maniacal demonic nature. It had the innocent look of a child, but it also had the terrifying might of a devil. It made it impossible for anyone to disobey. They could only feel fear and submission.

He took one step after another, and with each step, the darkness behind him grew even more. Outside of his slender fingers, transparent threads flew and spun, falling into the invisible space.

Everyone was looking at him.

Countless survivors had undisguised fanaticism in their eyes as they bowed their heads in worship.

[Welcome to the scene, No.6]

The System said calmly.

no.6！

The rookies exchanged shocked looks as they watched the person slowly sit down on the highest and most central throne.

"Everyone, good night."

No.6's voice was deep, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear the lightness in it.

He clasped his fingers together, and his white gloves pressed down in the air. The studio followed his instructions and fell silent.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Just a moment ago, he felt a shiver run down his spine. It was as though someone had coordinated with the sticky and sharp gaze of a venomous snake, and slid it across his body inch by inch.

A familiar gaze.

A bold guess appeared in his mind.