All thriller trainees, please gather on the third floor at 10 am sharp in the morning.]
Early in the morning, the main system broadcast sounded three times.
This was not the first time the trainees had entered the dungeon. After going through the first two rounds, even the freshest newcomers had become wily old foxes.
Not to mention that the lowest level in the dormitory had already reached D. After this round, the only ones who could survive would be the upper three levels. The trainees who were at this critical point were naturally extremely anxious.
The other trainees were so nervous that they could not sleep. Some took advantage of the closed city on the first floor of the dormitory to get drunk. Some woke up early in the morning to have a good meal at the restaurant, and some even partied all night in the open-air bar.
Other than the top ten S-level students, very few trainees could remain calm in the face of the imminent danger.
Only Zong Jiu slept soundly through the night. At eight o 'clock sharp, he woke up to wash up and take a shower.
He stood in front of the mirror, took a hair tie, and firmly tied up his long white hair.
In his previous life, when Zong Jiu was still a great magician, his hair was not this long.
The magician profession relied 70% on martial arts and 30% on appearances.
Of course, one had to practice their martial arts and basic skills well, but they could not fall behind in their exaggerated acting skills to confuse the audience.
A qualified magician should never only confuse the audience visually.
How to mislead the audience without leaving a trace, achieve the goal of their unpredictable skills, and make them cry out in surprise and applause was also a necessary skill for a great magician.
A good magician must also be a psychologist who could see through people's hearts, and an excellent actor with excellent acting skills. Some magicians who loved extreme magic were also adventurers who did not fear danger, and crazy gamblers who sacrificed themselves for art. Zong Jiu did not fall behind in his homework these past few years.
Therefore, at that time, for the sake of acting effect, Zong Jiu's hair had grown to his shoulders like an artist, and tied a small braid at the back of his head.
By the way, before transmigrating, his hair was not white. The appearance of an albino was set by the original owner. Although Zong Jiu was transmigrating, before transmigrating, he was a proper Chinese with black hair and black eyes. Even if she occasionally dyed her hair for stage effects, she wouldn't try such a non-mainstream color like white.
Later, when Zong Jiu got into a car accident and fractured both of his hands, he did not give up at first. He traveled all over the world to look for famous doctors, just like Doctor Strange in Marvel's Doctor Strange.
Unfortunately, no matter where he went, Zong Jiu could not find a way to restore his hands.
There was a period of time when he gave up on himself and indulged in alcohol and cigarettes all day long, immersing himself in another bizarre and illusionary world.
Of course, the dispirited Magician didn't have the time to take care of his messy hair, so it grew longer and longer until it was comparable to his current appearance.
Zong Jiu had no intention of trimming his hair even though his hair had grown longer after he transmigrated into the novel.
Just like this pair of recovered hands, he had to use something to prove that he had gone through hardships before he could move forward.
With his long hair tied up, he did look much more refreshed. Compared to before, he looked a little more lazy, and a little more cold.
He carefully tucked the loose strands of hair hanging down his cheeks behind his ears, wiped his wet hands clean, and rubbed the cat's head that was curled up on the sofa.
"If I can level up this time, I'll take you to a bigger house when I come back."
The luxurious standard room for C-level trainees did not come with a pet. Only B-level executive suits came with a pet, and it was quite to his liking.
The most important thing was that the main suit came with a cat. It didn't need to eat or poop, and its personality was up to you. The most important thing was that it didn't shed fur, and it was very comfortable.
The cat opened its blue-gray eyes and glanced at him, licked its paws, and went back to the soft cushion next to the fireplace.
.....
When Zong Jiu arrived at the studio, it was almost full.
The rules were the same as in the first game. If one did not arrive at the studio before ten o 'clock and stayed outside the horror trainees' dormitory, all the trainees would die on the spot.
To ensure that there were no accidents, most of the trainees chose to come early. They would rather wait here for ten or twenty minutes than gamble on the last possibility.
As soon as Zong Jiu entered the studio, he immediately attracted the attention of many people on the stairs.
His usual laziness was gone, and his eyes were cold for no reason, making people feel intimidated.
The young man's appearance and temperament were too eye-catching, not to mention that he was now the leader of a rising force. Naturally, wherever he went, he would be scrutinized.
Before he stepped onto the B-level stairs, Zong Jiu looked up at the highest point.
As expected, the throne in the center was still empty.
Facing this situation, many trainees had already acknowledged the privilege of the No. 1. Not to mention, no one dared to raise any objections.
"Excuse me."
Zong Jiu nodded at the B-level people on the stairs.
Overall, the B-level people's attitude towards him was generally lukewarm.
The higher-level people were not like the lower-level people, who would be jealous and oppressed when they saw someone who had the potential to go up. The seniors of these levels were all very smart, and each of them had a powerful backing. Disregarding everything else, unless the power decided to oppress them, they would not act rashly and take the lead.
For Zong Jiu, although it saved him a lot of effort, it was not that easy to fool them, which was not necessarily a good thing.
Not long after he stood still, the candlelight around him began to emit sparks of light. In front of the 3D screen, the blurry humanoid form of the main system began to take shape.
[Time is up, the studio door has been locked.]
The heavy door slowly closed, and the gilded lights went out one by one.
[The studio scene is changing … Please wait for a moment.]
Following the sound of the door lifting, the walls that originally surrounded the studio rose again.
Many of the new trainees were traumatized by this scene.
When they first entered the horror trainee competition, behind the walls were mountains of corpses and seas of blood that did not reach the studio on time. It was hell on earth.
But this time, the outside was not connected to the dormitory corridor as everyone expected.
Snow-white swans swept across the distant sky, descending along with the golden sunlight.
Tall, snow-white temple pillars stood in their field of vision, and the statues of the gods were carved at the top of the temple. The spring water that spilled out from the fountain reflected a cold, rainbow-colored light.
The trainees stood on the peak of Mount Olympus, their feet stepping on the lush green grass. The border between the Heavenly Realm and the Human Realm could be vaguely seen from where they stood, and vast white clouds floated above their heads.
The scene was beautiful, but no one believed that the main system would do such a useless thing.
Just as everyone was in shock, the mechanical voice slowly sounded.
[The third round of the dungeon is a group dungeon. Trainees of all levels will enter the same large dungeon, and the dungeon level will be Beyond A. Level S trainees will be randomly assigned to the other four levels for the competition.]
"Wow —"
The words' group dungeon 'were thrown into everyone's faces, causing them to whisper to each other.
The discussion was focused on Level CD, because Level SAB already knew about it, and no one was surprised.
[Dungeon preparation … Dungeon preparation is complete.]
[Except for Level C trainees, trainees of other levels will begin space transfer immediately.]
The familiar feeling of weightlessness came from below the stairs. The trainees only felt their feet lighten, and the scenery in front of them solidified into large blocks of color.
[Beep Beep Beep, connecting to the main system.]
[Loading Level B group dungeon prequel plot …]
The blue sky and white clouds, and the lazy grass of the temple suddenly changed.
Dark gray clouds gathered above the low cement houses, and it was dark and inexplicably gloomy.
This was a very old school, not only from the shabby iron fence at the entrance, but also from the dirty handle on the flag-raising platform, it could be seen that it had existed for a long time.
The teaching building was the only building in the school that was repainted with white powder. Other than that, the student dormitory was pitifully shabby, and was hastily put together with wooden planks.
But it was this high school that created the legend of countless college entrance exams, and became the top key high school.
Countless parents racked their brains to get their children into this school, and no matter how much money they had to pay, it was because its heavy cost rate was an astonishing one hundred percent!
Everyone knew that as long as they could get into this school, no matter how mischievous the students were, they would eventually become law-abiding students in the eyes of the teachers and parents.
Now it was the start of a new school year. The school gate was already surrounded by parents with their children, and it was so crowded that not even a drop of water could get through.
They brought the students in blue and white uniforms to the school gate and received the contract handed over by the teacher. It was as if they didn't see the words written in red, "This school is a boarding school. If an accident happens to a student on campus, this school will not be responsible." They signed their names with a big wave of the pen and called the children beside them to come over and sign.
The trainees couldn't control their bodies, they could only see them reach out their hands uncontrollably, and press a red handprint on the horrifying lines of the contract.
The parents looked up with satisfaction, and passed the contract to the teacher.
Someone was standing at the school gate in charge of explaining. "That's right, we have been receiving national honors for many years … We will definitely cultivate talents that will attract the attention of the country … We will not waste any extra resources."
"This school has a very long history, the school has strong teachers, and a rich source of students. After one hundred and twenty days, you will definitely see a brand new child. "
"No matter how mischievous the children are, they will eventually become good children with excellent grades and noble moral character."
.....
What was completely different from this scene, which seemed to have stopped in the last century, was the plaque hanging at the school gate.
The plaque was very new, as if it had just been replaced, with a black bottom.
On the plaque, there were a few words written in flamboyant calligraphy: No.1 Middle School.
On the other side of the gate, there was a banner neatly pasted: Only Cultivating People Who Are Useful to Society.
Their colors were so bright, so bright that they looked like they were about to bleed.
At this moment, all the parents and teachers who had their heads down looked up, smiling at them with satisfaction, as if they had seen the future of this society.
The trainees were horrified to discover that —
These people's faces were so empty that it was terrifying.
They were all faceless people without facial features!