Chapter 257

[The Thriller Trainee Competition is starting tomorrow. Aren't you going to prepare?]

In the S-Class room without a trace of light, the Main System's cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Messiah has been manipulated. You didn't notice anything strange. The puppet line has been running. What do you need to prepare?"

The man on the high-back chair sneered. The puppet line around his fingers flew into the air.

Tomorrow was the day the Thriller Trainee Competition began. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

At least for all the survivors who signed up for the Thriller Trainee Competition, that was the case.

This was the first large-scale competition held by the Infinite Loop. While they were tempted by the rewards, they were also worried and excited about what was to come.

However, this kind of nervousness had no effect on the devil.

In fact, it made him feel even more bored.

This boredom came too quickly. It was so fast that his initial interest was gone.

A month ago, when the Main System came to him to cooperate, the devil thought it was a very good suggestion. It was rare for him to have some expectations.

He was a little tired of the Infinite Loop's traditional model.

It was always the same few people going back and forth. The S-Class Instance Dungeons were related to the Main System's energy and could not be casually opened. Who knew how many S-Class Instance Dungeons had been destroyed by the devil. Some of the S-Class Instance Dungeons were very resistant to his entry.

At this time, the Main System came to give him a pillow. How could the devil refuse?

Wouldn't it be more interesting to wait until the people who survived turned around and realized that it was just a game of despair?

With this kind of bad taste, the devil agreed to the Main System's request for cooperation.

But now …

Boring. Too boring.

All the Instance Dungeons for the first one-man show had been sent to him. The devil could choose any Instance Dungeon to play as an NPC.

Not to mention, now that he had the authority from the Main System, he could change into different NPC appearances and continue his business of stirring up trouble and watching from behind the scenes.

It was supposed to be such an interesting thing, but the devil had no interest in it now.

He did not want to go to any of the Instance Dungeons.

Even more annoying was that the Main System's automatic weather system for the trainee dormitory was loaded for thunderstorms.

Bright white lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the sea and the island. What followed was a heavy downpour. It was so heavy that it seemed to turn the whole world upside down.

At this moment, the black-haired devil's mood plummeted to the bottom.

He crooked his finger, and the floor-to-ceiling window that provided the only light source was also covered by thick curtains, not allowing any light to pass through.

He didn't want to expose any of his weaknesses in front of the main system, so he simply laid down on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

In the room that was completely shrouded in darkness, the man's dark golden pupils tirelessly flickered with a bored light.

Although for a demon, things could only be categorized as' interesting 'and' boring ', he could only categorize them into two categories. However, such a situation was still rare.

… It was as if something was missing.

He was missing something that could keep him interested, passionate, and tireless.

What is it?

Was there really such a thing in this world?

A careless sneer came from the darkness.

Perhaps it was because the weather was too depressing, but the demon actually rested for a while.

He rarely slept because he was not a human, so he did not need to sleep as a form of rest. But sometimes, if it was too boring, he would rather sleep than be awake.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but before he even opened his eyes, he keenly sensed that something was wrong with his surroundings.

It was too bright. This light should not be the usual darkness of his room. Even if he pulled open all the curtains and turned on the lights, there would not be such a glaring light.

The man suddenly opened his eyes.

What entered his eyes was a spacious room.

The room's tone was gray, white, and blue. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was an endless snowfield. At the moment, it was snowing heavily, and every snowflake was the size of a feather.

The fireplace burned passionately not far away, and the wood crackled with soothing sounds. It was warm and genial.

"Main system, what's going on?"

The demon sat up from the bed, looking rather displeased.

He had only slept for a while, and the main system had already given him such a fuss?

Could it be that he had revealed a flaw somewhere, and the main system had discovered that he did not like thunderstorms, so it was hinting at him in a roundabout way?

When would the system learn the hypocrisy of humans?

But other than the main system, there was no one else who could silently change the surrounding environment in the trainee's dormitory.

Unexpectedly, the main system that had always responded to him immediately was now incomparably silent. The demon called out to it a few times, but there was no sign of an answer.

The man's eyebrows furrowed even more.

He stared coldly at the fluffy carpet on the wooden floor, and stepped on it without hesitation, looking around the unfamiliar room.

It was obvious that this was a room filled with the scent of life.

Not only were there small objects placed around the room, but there was also a green bonsai at the corner of the table, a golden knife and fork on the dining table, and roses in full bloom in the snow … Everything indicated that there were signs of human habitation.

All the household items were in a set.

Two cups, two dinner plates, and even the clothes in the wardrobe were divided into two colors, black and white. One of the wardrobes was his unchanging black suit, and the other wardrobe was mainly made up of windbreakers and khaki.

An adult male who did not live alone. They should be a couple. What was ridiculous was that one of them had a body shape and habits that were very similar to his.

After a simple round, the demon was able to determine the basic situation here.

He stepped into the living room of this room and saw another black room that was connected to this one.

This black room belonged to him.

The demon walked into the area of his own room, and his heart was filled with suspicion.

Before he fell asleep, many of the decorations and decorations in the room had obvious changes.

For example, the khaki windbreaker hanging on the hanger, which was obviously not his style; the long silver-white hair left on the black bedsheet; and the ugly charred rabbit doll on the bed, which was obviously cherished by its owner.

What the hell was the main system doing?

The black haired man rubbed his temples and activated his ability to control shadows.

The shadows that covered the two rooms reported back all the information they saw, and his face darkened even more.

Just as the demon was trying 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 on the other side.

The Zong Jiu was back.

He was in a good mood today. He had just wandered around the main city and found an S level dungeon that was fun to watch, so he decided to come back and drag the demon along.

Ever since they had been together, the fun had been endless.

In the past, the demon was the only one who stirred up trouble, but now there was another person who cooperated and fooled the players.

However, the Zong Jiu did not like to stir up trouble, he only liked to watch the show, so the demon was usually the one who stirred up trouble. He only needed to play the role of the idle spy among the players, and cooperate with the big boss behind the scenes to watch the show.

Just as he was about to return, the Zhuge An suddenly looked at him with an enigmatic gaze.

"Unfortunately, you won't be able to join this dungeon, I'll save a spot for you next time."

The Zong Jiu:???

The Zhuge An's words came out of nowhere, but as a black-hearted prophet, the Zong Jiu felt that as long as it came out of his mouth, every sentence and every word was worth pondering.

But this time, he did not understand.

He and the demon held the power of the Infinite Loop, and the demon was passionate about it, so how could the demon change his personality in the time it took him to come back?

Not much had happened recently, but more and more survivors had accumulated enough points to exchange for their memories in the Infinite Loop.

Regardless of whether this was a good thing or not, it was still a reunion of old friends. Compared to the other ignorant normal players, the survivors were in tears the moment they regained their memories.

Just a few days ago, Zong Jiu led a group of B-level trainees from No.6 Middle School to form a new guild called Class 4. It was said that the founders were No.44 and No.60. In just a day of the guild's establishment, the other B-level trainees had all gathered together.

A few days ago, Zong Jiu also went back to join in the fun and brought Class 4 to an A-level dungeon.

Other than that, there was nothing else. Here, it was necessary to praise Zhuge An's superb business skills, to the extent that one would wonder if he would overwork himself.

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

Just as he returned, he saw the black-haired man standing at the intersection of the two rooms, staring at him with an indecipherable expression.

“？”

Zong Jiu raised a brow.

At this time, the demon would usually be in the room taking a bath or tasting wine. If he was in a better mood, he might set up an easel and use the superb drawing skills he had redeemed from the main system to draw something indecent.

If he was not in the room, then he must be on his way to find him.

But now …

Zong Jiu took a step forward and suddenly retracted his foot.

His relaxed aura suddenly turned cold, and a thin poker card appeared at his fingertips.

Magician pointed at the man's neck, his voice cold. "Who are you?"

It was not because the man did not have the flower ring on his white gloves, but because of the tacit understanding and intuition he had developed over time.

This was not a demon.

Or rather, this was not the demon he knew from his memory.

"I should be the one asking that question, you nameless ant."

The man narrowed his eyes, and invisible puppet strings shot out from his hand, piercing through the cold air towards the white-haired youth.

Therefore, what happened next was logical.

They did not even exchange a few words before they started fighting on the spot.

One manipulated shadows and puppet strings, while the other flashed his poker card, the golden crowbar flashing with a cold light.

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 was already at the peak of human beings, and there were even signs of him surpassing them.

In addition, he had fought the demon too many times, and Zong Jiu could not be more familiar with his opponent's moves and tactics.

On the other hand, the demon, who came from the parallel world and had not experienced the thrilling trainee competition, was completely unfamiliar with Magician's attack patterns, and was even conceited about his own abilities.

Hence, after a few rounds, Magician grabbed him by the collar, pressed his knee against his chest, and pinned him to the ground.

It had to be said that this was probably the worst loss he had ever suffered since he was born out of malice.

"What game are you playing today?"

The black-haired demon was pinned to the ground, and Magician looked down at him from above.

"Tell me, did you lose your memory or did you regain your youth? Hmm? "

It was hard to describe the demon's feelings at that moment. He covered his eyes and suddenly laughed.

In that instant, his cold blood began to boil, and he finally found what he was missing.

Joy, excitement, the joy of meeting his match made him narrow his eyes.

It was … interesting.