The bullet screen was speechless for a while. Only after a long time did someone speak intermittently.
[Oh my god, No. 99 is …]
[Sigh, I guessed right. It wouldn't be a good thing for him to suddenly disappear at this time, but I really didn't expect him to choose to commit suicide, even if he becomes a faceless person.]
[Maybe there's no other way. What happened to No. 15 really hit him too hard, and it takes time to become a faceless person. They only found out about No. 15's accident when they came to the classroom this morning. It's impossible for him to change after half an hour of the exam, sigh.]
After seeing the black bags dragging blood on the ground, the remaining Class 9 trainees finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and one by one, they burst into tears.
After going through so many horrifying dungeons, perhaps they had never felt so sad. Even the livestream with thousands of online viewers didn't say anything, everyone felt like they were standing in front of a graveyard, attending a sad funeral.
"This student is also unlucky, jumping down from the top, he didn't expect the school to be surrounded by a thick circle of iron wires and electric fences. He was cut into several pieces in an instant, and we'll have to take a mop out later to clean it up, so troublesome."
"Forget it, we'll clean it up again, and the serum outside should be enough. The weather forecast said it would rain this afternoon, so it'll save us a lot of trouble."
The whispers of the teaching assistants were getting farther and farther away.
No. 98 roared and wanted to rush forward to take back the bags that contained No. 99.
Zong Jiu's cold voice exploded above his head, "Do you want No. 99 to die in vain?"
No. 98's shoulder was grabbed, and he could only squat on the ground and cry loudly.
They couldn't even take back the pieces of No. 99's body that were cut into pieces.
802 points, only 3 points more than No. 799, but it lit up a lamp for the other 98 people walking in the dark.
The person who lit the lamp smiled and waved at them, and followed behind No. 15, who had already gone far away, and ran in the opposite direction from them, forever disappearing into the boundless darkness, and never looking back.
.....
Before the execution began, the dean announced the requirements for the final final exam.
"Congratulations, students. You've lived in No.1 Middle School for ninety days and nights. Soon, we'll usher in the last thirty days of the final sprint."
The dean's tone was impassioned. "In the last 30 days, No.1 Middle School will create another legend. In the last 30 days, you will be able to see your parents who are eagerly waiting for you outside the school. In the last 30 days, you only need to suffer for the last 30 days. When you look back after experiencing this period of time, you will definitely be grateful to your current selves. If he didn't suffer now, when would he? Would he have to endure hardships at the construction site? If you work hard now, you'll be comfortable in the future. I hope everyone can think this through and be responsible for their own lives. "
At this time, there were only five classes left on the field. Compared to the initial ten classes, the number had been reduced by half, not to mention the large number of faceless people among them.
Everyone was silent. Deep in their hearts, they were all exhausted.
This was a dungeon that tortured the body and mind. There were no ghosts, but they were far scarier than ghosts.
But finally, finally, it was time for the final round.
After the last 30 days, they would be able to complete the main mission of surviving 120 days and return to the horror trainees' dormitory.
In the end, the dean finally announced the results of the final exam.
"The cut-off for this final exam is 1,000 points. Please look forward to the good results that you will bring."
No one spoke. No one even expressed their opinion on this unreasonably high score. For example, No. 2 accepted this expected result without any surprise.
1,000 points, if converted to a full score of 750 points on the college entrance exam, it would be equivalent to 650 points on the exam. If this score was placed on a national exam, it would definitely be a score of 985211. But now, in No.1 Middle School, it was only the requirement for the final exam. Not to mention, this score included the Olympiad questions. The difficulty was definitely not the same.
After the second monthly exam, the atmosphere of the entire grade was extremely depressing.
On the afternoon after the exam, no one was able to focus on their studies. Trainees who had broken down could be seen lying on their seats and crying loudly. Despair that had been suppressed to the extreme was everywhere.
Zong Jiu very straightforwardly told everyone in Class 9 to rest for the afternoon and return to the dormitory for a good night's sleep. Everything could wait until the next day.
There were only six people left in the class monitor dormitory.
No.2 Fan Zhuo, No.8 The Dark Wizard, Class 2 Monitor, Class 6 Monitor, Tokumon the outsider, and Zong Jiu.
After the second monthly exam, No.1 Middle School held a new class monitor meeting.
However, this time, the organizer was not Fan Zhuo but the Class 9 monitor.
The night was quiet. Of the ten small table lamps that used to be lit, only five of them were still lit.
The white-haired magician sat in front of the table with his fingers crossed on the table. His beautiful face looked cold under the flickering incandescent light.
Zong Jiu went straight to the point. "Since it's the last exam, I don't want to say too much. I believe everyone knows the simplest way to solve this dungeon. "
Indeed.
In fact, they had already thought of the simplest way to break out of this dungeon before the first monthly exam.
That was unity.
If there had not been an accidental leak or snitch, they would have been able to pass the first monthly exam by handing in blank papers. After all, the law could not be enforced when everyone was an offender. No matter how cruel the main system was, it would not be able to wipe out all the Class B trainees in the first round. No.1 Middle School later added a rule after knowing their intentions. It was more of a mending of the pen after the sheep were lost.
Hearing Magician's words, the monitor of Class 6 rolled his eyes. "So what? At this point, there's no point in talking about unity. Come on, what we're looking at now is the average score. Do you think you can pull the average score of each class to one thousand at the end of the semester? "
He was not the only one. The monitor of Class 2 nodded in agreement. "It's not that we don't want to create faceless people, but according to the current situation, we have to convert enough faceless people to have a chance of surviving this dungeon."
The situation was grim.
If the previous six hundred and eight hundred points were considered a struggle, then a thousand at the end of the semester would completely block everyone's path.
According to the previous plan of the two monitors, an average of one thousand points would require four-fifths of the trainees in the class to be converted into faceless people. The remaining one-fifth could not be too much of a hindrance.
Based on this calculation, out of the five classes, only about one would survive. It coincided with the main system's intention to greatly reduce the number of trainees. It was the only way they could think of to survive.
However, after the commotion caused by the poor students of Class 5, the other classes, Class 2, Class 6, and Class 7, which had originally planned to be more effective, were all scared out of their wits. Now, the top students of the two classes were all tucking their tails between their legs, not daring to make trouble for the poor students. They were afraid that they would join forces and repeat the tragedy of Class 5.
After all, there were quite a number of faceless people in these three classes. If the weaker students had a bit of courage and wanted to die together, they would end up like Class Five. The first five places would be occupied by faceless trainees, and no one would be able to survive.
"That's because you chose the worst path from the very beginning."
Zong Jiu said coldly, "If that's the case, I'll be frank. I hope you will obey me absolutely for the next twenty days."
These words were cold and cruel. They tore the mask apart, revealing the dangerous fangs behind it.
Tokumon looked at him, a little worried.
Ever since the two students of Class 9, one volunteered to become faceless for the class, and the other volunteered to jump off a building to raise the average score, Magician seemed to have changed into a different person.
It was hard to describe this feeling. It was as if he had always been carelessly drifting on the edge, but now … some kind of cage that had bound him had finally been opened.
No one knew what was in Pandora's box.
These words were merciless, and the two class monitors' faces turned red.
They stood up with a whoosh, their faces full of disdain. "He's just a B-level trainee like us. What right does he have to order us around?"
The class monitor of Class 6 spat and pointed at the three S-level students sitting beside him.
"The three S-level adults haven't even said anything yet, and you're here singing a one-man show. What's with the arrogance?"
Fan Zhuo, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. "What Magician says is what I say."
Tu Yunmen also cut off his contemplative gaze and seconded the proposal.
Even The Dark Wizard, who had always been an indifferent bystander, nodded slightly in agreement.
His back was to the light, and only a pair of faint green eyes could be seen through the black hood, like a lone wolf in the pale white snowfield at night.
Only Zong Jiu, who was under his line of sight, could feel the joy and interest hidden under this puppet shell.
"Satisfied?"
The white-haired youth sneered, his voice full of obvious mockery.
Slapped in the face in front of everyone, the two class monitors' faces alternated between green and red.
But in the end, they were only B-level trainees. Faced with the pressure of three S-levels, no one dared to jump out and say they were unwilling. No matter how unwilling they were, they could only pinch their noses and accept it.
Only the class monitor of Class 6, although he admitted defeat, was still holding back his anger.
"Fine. Then you told us to listen to you. You should at least tell us what your plan is, what solution you've found, and how you can let everyone live. If you're just making empty promises here, even if we listen to you, you won't be able to convince us. "
Not only them, but the other three S-class experts also looked over at the same time.
No. 2 obviously had his own considerations in supporting Zong Jiu, and there might even be some elements of shielding him.
Tokumon, on the other hand, was a natural-type. He felt that although Magician's attitude and temperament were completely different from before, the danger radar of a natural-type told him that this change was not a bad thing, so he chose to believe Magician without hesitation.
As for The Dark Wizard, who was controlled by No.1 … The demon just wanted to watch a show.
Magician looked delicious when he was serious, and he could not help but feel excited.
Faced with the class monitor's question, Zong Jiu bent his knuckles and lightly tapped on the table.
"Knock, knock, knock."
One tap after another, as if the dungeon was going to end and die.
Although Zong Jiu was unwilling to admit it.
But it was undeniable that this time, he was really angry.
The white-haired youth's eyes seemed to be burning with a flame.
"My plan is … to destroy this dungeon."