No.1 had planted The Dark Wizard as a pawn.
Even though the demon had made an undisclosed deal with the main system, it was still a difficult task for him to control a Rank-S to implant five puppet strings in such a short period of time.
However, the Dark Sorcerer was different. The demon could control him effortlessly.
No one would have thought that the famous leader of the Witches and Sorcerers Association would be a fanatic worshipper of the demon.
The reason was that the Rank-S Instance Dungeon The Dark Wizard had inherited from the Witches was one of the Instance Dungeons that the demon had destroyed.
Perhaps it was because of his past experience that left a seed in him. Coupled with the [Special Characteristic] of the puppet strings, the subsequent puppet strings implantation went exceptionally smoothly. He had completely become a puppet in No.1's hands.
Unless the demon suddenly had the idea to remove the puppet strings one day, no external object would be able to interfere with this.
After controlling The Dark Wizard, No.1 began to manipulate No.8 to investigate No.2's whereabouts.
Unfortunately, Fan Zhuo was aware of his ability. Just like No.3 Zhuge An, he had long been on guard against him. He had specially spent a large sum of money to purchase an incomparably precious psychic tool from other survivors.
However, the resourceful No.1 had still managed to implant a puppet string into Zhuge An's body.
Although it was only for a few seconds, it was enough for him to obtain the information he wanted from Zhuge An's mind.
The demon was very curious about Zong Jiu.
That day at the top floor of the trainees' dormitory, No.2 had said that she was engaged to him, indicating that they were old acquaintances. The demon was curious.
Perhaps even earlier, when he had chosen to control Sheng Yu, he had already had his eyes on this white-haired Magician.
The Magician looked indifferent and cold on the outside, but there was a lot of madness in his bones.
It was the feeling of smelling one of his own kind. The demon found it extremely amusing.
However, it was still not enough. They were similar yet completely different. They even went against each other.
There was a chain on the Magician's body.
He ignored the rules, was emotionless, lacked human morality, and liked to pursue excitement. However, he restrained himself every time he was about to cross the line. He even looked at the weak and pretended to be ordinary.
Who put the chain on him?
Not only was the demon curious, but he was also eager to break the chain and release the imprisoned beast.
Then, he saw Fan Zhuo's memories.
Perhaps it was because it was too long ago, but those memories were a little blurry and had an unclear hue.
In the real world, Fan Zhuo's identity was a Chinese-Russian mixed-blood. He was the leader of one of the seven great oligarchic families, and his status was illustrious.
The nickname of the Fighting Tribe was not for nothing. The heirs of the big families were thrown into the wilderness from a young age to play survival in the wilderness. Even if they encountered a dangerous kidnapping, they could escape perfectly.
When Fan Zhuo was seven years old, he had experienced such a thing. Coincidentally, the other families had also sent their younger generation to the wilderness training grounds, including the Zong Jiu.
However, in Fan Zhuo's memories, the Zong Jiu was wearing a little girl's flowery dress. She was so weak that she could be blown away by a gust of wind. She couldn't even lift a gun.
The children of the other families often bullied her because of her albino appearance. She could only cry with her eyes wide open.
But later, she hugged Fan Zhuo's thigh and relied on it to successfully return to the helicopter camp.
When Fan Zhuo was young, he actually didn't see the Zong Jiu that many times. That was because he was very busy, very busy. Every day, he was like a 24/7 spinning top. Later, when the elders brought the Zong Jiu to visit his home, he was allowed to stop school midway to play with the guests.
The reason he helped the Zong Jiu was very simple. It was because he had been taught gentlemanly etiquette. At that time, Fan Zhuo had mistakenly thought that the Zong Jiu was wearing a dress was a girl. So, in his gentlemanly spirit, he took him to survive in the wilderness.
These memories were from when he was seven to ten years old. Apart from the month of survival in the wilderness, they had very little time to see each other. After that, it was only when something happened to his family and Fan Zhuo took over the family ship that was Fan Zhuo occasionally heard his personal assistant say that another family's white-haired young master urged him to fulfill the marriage contract. But it was also very rare.
The devil thoughtfully retracted the puppet strings.
He was almost a hundred percent sure that the "Zong Jiu" in No.2's memories and the magician today were not the same person.
It wasn't just his eyes and temperament. It wasn't that No.1 could tell that the "Zong Jiu" would only cry when he was in danger. He even deliberately disguised himself as a girl. From a young age, he had shown that he had ulterior motives and wanted to climb up the social ladder.
It was intuition.
The devil wouldn't mistake his old enemy for someone else.
But … this was a huge gain for him.
The man licked his lips. His dark golden pupils flickered with an unfathomable dark light.
The breath next to his ear was cold, so cold that it felt like it was going to drag him into an icy hell.
"Which world are you from? Hmm? A Super S Level Instance Dungeon? "
After hearing No.1's words, the "Zong Jiu" raised his eyebrows, but he didn't look surprised.
This wasn't the first time he was exposed. Previously, it was Zhuge An. Now, it was the devil. In the future, even if Fan Zhuo recognized that he wasn't the original Zong Jiu, he wouldn't be too surprised.
Because even if they guessed that he wasn't from this world, they would probably guess that he was from an S-Ranked or S-Ranked Instance Dungeon like Zhuge An and the devil.
Unless the devil pierced the puppet strings into his brain, no one would be able to guess that the "Zong Jiu" not only came from a peaceful real world, but also that everything that happened in this infinite loop was just a book.
No. 1 held him from behind and really hung himself on the human's body like a lazy demon, guessing with great interest.
The Dark Wizard quietly leaned against the wall. Although he was completely controlled, compared to the devil himself, this puppet was clearly more in line with the original person's quiet personality. Only when the pair of green eyes were glued to Magician's face, not missing the slightest change in his expression, could she see his true nature.
"No wonder you could sense my line. You're not from this world."
No.1 chuckled. His voice was filled with sentimental joy. "Too similar … I'm liking you more and more."
Zong Jiu ignored the madman's last sentence and caught the key message in his words. "Similar? Could it be that you are not from this world? "
The devil was clearly in a good mood and was willing to spend time on things that interested him.
He played with the white-haired magician's slender knuckles with one hand and clasped the magician's waist with the other. He casually explained, "Yeah."
"Unfortunately, the original world is too boring."
Speaking of this, the man's expression turned gloomy. "I didn't play for long at all. Just a bang."
His white-gloved fingers closed Zong Jiu's hand and then suddenly opened. His dark golden eyes flashed with mischievous excitement.
"Just like this, I broke it."
"I had no choice. I couldn't find any fun toys, so I came here."
The devil spread his hands and smiled. "It's so fun here. Don't you think so too?"
Magician didn't say anything. Instead, he coldly pushed the devil's hand away and left without looking back.
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After the basketball game, No.1 Middle School continued on the right track.
There was less than a month left before the second monthly exam. Faced with a high score of 800 points, none of the trainees dared to relax.
The weekly test followed closely behind.
In the first weekly test, no class in the entire grade passed.
At three o'clock in the morning, the monitor of Class Two smiled bitterly. "If I can survive these 120 days, I don't want to see derivative conic curves or sequence of numbers in my life."
The monitor of Class Six on the upper bunk looked up from his book and saw the lights on all the beds in the dormitory. He silently added, "I don't want to see the theory of relativity, quantum theory, or momentum anymore. These are not Olympiad questions for humans."
In such an extremely tense and stressful environment, the conversion rate of faceless trainees greatly increased.
Everyone's daily routine was to wake up, wash up, read in the morning, go to class, do exercises, shower, and sleep. Like a machine with a preset program, it numbly repeated the process, one by one, trying to stuff more things into its mind.
The atmosphere in every class was tense, and in this kind of situation, the way to grasp knowledge became even more difficult.
Starting from the mid-term exam, all the classes seemed to have been divided into tiers. The teacher would only raise the level of the top students who could understand, not caring if the poor students could understand.
The faceless teachers tended to favor the top students in class. They even started to give special treatment to the top students after class.
Trainees with good grades could learn better after listening to the content raised; the poor students would fall into an awkward situation where they could not understand in class and could not do homework.
In addition, in many classes, the top students played with the top students, and the poor students played with the poor students, resulting in a lack of knowledge between the two sides.
If the top students in the class did not help to explain the wrong questions to the poor students, then the poor students would have almost no source of knowledge input. After all, the reason why the poor students were poor was that they could not understand the supplementary teaching materials alone.
If this continued, it would be a vicious cycle.
In the beginning, the top students would sacrifice their own time to help the poor students for the sake of the collective interest and the survival of the class. However, after the mid-term exam, the top students who formed groups almost did not do so.
Because they found the best way to improve the collective interest.
Regardless of the poor students, ridiculing and isolating them, it would increase the chances of them becoming faceless.
Many of the weaker students were unable to learn and had to endure the pressure from all sides. In the end, they could not hold on any longer and collapsed. They gave up on themselves and became faceless overnight.
Among them, the fifth class was the best in this kind of campus cold violence.
Dorm 404, the first faceless trainee, almost all the students in dorm 404 had become faceless. Except for Liang Mingde, who discovered faceless, the top students in the fifth class were putting pressure on him.
Nearly a dozen people in their class had been turned into faceless trainees one after another. With so many people pulling their scores, the fifth class's score was pulled from the middle to the first place. If this trend continued, there was no doubt that they would be the first class to cross the line.
Sure enough, during the second weekly exam, the fifth class steadily passed the 800 mark, and even exceeded the 40 or 50 mark.
On the other hand, the former first and now second class was still a distance away from the 800 mark even after using all their strength.
During this period of time, the small group in Class 5 had been flaunting their prowess and elated.
Gradually, the sixth class and the second class, who had been neutral, began to follow the fifth class and began to put pressure on the poor students in the class.
Even the first class, because of the pressure, ushered in their first faceless trainee.
Only the Class 9, who faithfully kept the promise made by the ninety-nine people, did not change a single one of the trainees.
But it had to be said that their class's score was too dangerous.
Soon, it was time for the last weekly test before the second monthly test.
After the exam, the whole class stood in front of the blackboard with the average score and fell into silence.
In the last week, they only had a score of 750 points, a full 40 points away from the goal.
This was because Zong Jiu did particularly well this time, getting a good score of about 1020 points out of 1150 points.
In the silence of the class, No. 99 took the lead to speak.
"Everyone, don't panic, it's only a difference of 40 points. Everyone, work harder and read every major question carefully. Won't it be out? Don't give up hope."
As soon as he spoke, everyone began to cheer each other on. "That's right, I won't sleep this week. D * mn it, I don't believe that these stupid high school questions can stump a programmer like me who has been coding for years."
"Yes, everyone, work hard together, there must be a way!"
"Brother Jiu said that he did well this time and that he's almost done with his revision. If there's anything you don't know, you can ask Brother Jiu for help during the night self-study. As long as we work hard together, there's no obstacle in this world that can't be overcome. "
"There are still seven days left, let's do our best! Class 9, let's do our best! "
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Everyone cheered together. Gradually, the previous depression was swept away, and smiles once again appeared on every trainee's face.
Only Zong Jiu stood at the side, slightly bowing his head, only feeling that the card in the palm of his hand was boiling hot.
He tested the next week's exam results again.
The overall color of this card was dark, very, very dark, and the background was the night sky, presenting an ominous black.
On the card, a tall tower was built on a lonely cliff. The top of the tower was very high, and beside it floated pure white clouds.
A golden bolt of lightning struck the crown-like top of the tower, and the three rooms on the top floor were set ablaze.
The Pope and the Emperor, who were dressed gorgeously, fell from the tower, facing down, their hands raised high, their faces twisted in fear.
When disaster struck suddenly, human classes and wealth became meaningless in front of it.
This was the meaning of this card.
Of all the twenty-two big Alcanar cards, the most destructive, destructive, and ultimate symbol of misfortune —
[The Tower]
This was also the only card that had extreme misfortune in both the normal and reverse positions.
Zong Jiu was now holding the worst card of all the tarot cards in his hand.
The only consolation in all the misfortune —
This Tower was the reverse position.
Although the reverse position of the tower was equally unlucky, it was not as destructive as the normal position of the tower.
Of course, it was not much better.
The white-haired youth put the tarot card back into the Backpack, closed his eyes, and began to quickly think of a solution in his mind.
This was probably going to be a tough battle.