Thriller Trainee

Under such nervous and anxious waiting, Tu Yumen was uneasy.

He sat on the high throne, staring closely at the empty studio below.

Generally speaking, even if it enters different copies, the main system will control the flow rate of the copies to become the same. Just like the main system tells Doommen that the trainees will return to the studio in three hours, then they will definitely be back in three hours.

The Onmyoji waited and waited, and suddenly realized a problem.

‘Wait, Crazy Circus, the Super S Grade dungeon main system can’t even get in touch. Can the magician really come back within the time set by the main system? ’

For his question, the main system gave an indeterminate answer.

[Sub-system energy will run out in only three hours]

Tu Yumen understood what the main system meant.

If the magician hasn't come back before the subsystem energy is exhausted, then there is probably nothing to expect. Even the central hub linking the main system is gone. To make an analogy is equivalent to wanting to go home but unable to find the way home. Without the spatial coordinates of the trainee dormitory, it is estimated that they can only stay there forever.

‘No, the magician will definitely come back. ’

He was so nervous that his fists were curled up, and his eyes were shaking.

At this moment, Tu Yumen suddenly remembered the huge golden wire bird cage in the big dark room, the rose petals covered with black bed and the huge floor mirror standing right in front of the cage.

Although he was thrown into the sea at the time, after realizing that no.1 really had a different mind for the magician, the Onmyoji almost failed to drop his jaw. But now, Tu Yumen really hopes that the instructor can use his authority to at least take responsibility for his unruly intentions.

Most of the keys the magician gave him were given to him with no.1 authority, so it's better to be a good person, begging.

Just when Tuyumen was thinking about it alone, there was a sudden change in the hall that had been silent.

Onmyoji suddenly stood up from the throne.

In the next second, the white light representing the shift of space flashed in the empty square.

Just like a signal, after the first white light comes on, more than one hundred white lights also appear one after another.

After the light faded, the trainees also appeared from the space shift.

The state of most people is not much better.

Either their faces were pale, or their lips were blue, and a large number of people had torn their shoulders and clothes, exposing the wilted skin that had festered and turned black on their backs, and even the whole half of their faces had been transformed.

The pupils of these trainees were dilated, like a frightened bird. When they saw that they had indeed returned to the trainee dormitory, they collapsed to the ground as if they had lost their strength, and they were unable to recover for a long time.

The speed of space transfer is very fast.

Because they all came from one copy, in fact, everyone was transferred in the same batch. There is no saying that no one is faster than anyone else. They all come at the same time.

Tu Yumen stared at the throne next to him, his hand on the armrest trembling constantly.

However, what was destined to disappoint him was that he did not see anyone appearing on the throne until the voice of the main system sounded.

[All the trainees are assembled, and the final round of rating is about to start]

[Panoramic camera turned on successfully]

In the next second, the survivors who had been waiting outside the live broadcast room for a long time rushed in.

Because it is a Super S-class copy, the main system can't open the live broadcast room either. Therefore, the infinite loop of survivors is completely unknown to the process and results of this final round of selection.

They don't know what the super S-level copy is like in the last level. Even if they want to watch it, they can only watch part of the screen recorded later on by the main system.

[Come here, damn, I haven’t watched it live for seven days, I’m going to be suffocated]

[Me, too, and I’ve been so embarrassed to copy copies these days, and now finally, my source of happiness is back! 】

[Speaking of which should be the last round of dungeons, right? When the main system held a conference before, didn’t it say that after this copy is finished, it will be a decisive copy]

[Oh my god, so fast...how do I feel that the first game of the horror trainee competition was still held yesterday, why is it so soon to the decisive dungeon]

Everyone was chatting and discussing, and when the screen in the live broadcast room was completely lit up, after seeing the scene in front of him, the topic changed again.

[My God, depending on the situation, this is too tragic...]

More than tragic, most of the trainees are still at the stage of being affected by complaints, and even after returning, they will be like walking corpses. For a while, they will not be able to recover from the environment full of resentment.

[Sure enough, is it a Super S Grade dungeon? These big guys are doing this one by one, it’s hard to imagine what the consequences would be if I went in, I guess there will be no more scum left.]

[Indeed, and even more frightening, did you find that... there are almost few people on the steps of C-level trainees]

[I have been trembling for a long time, do you remember how many people there were before entering the dungeon? That’s a total of more than 1,500, and I’m back now...I dare to say that there is no one in ten, alas]

This barrage is right.

There is indeed no one in ten.

Originally, there were trainees in the studio from S grade to A, B, and C grades.

After returning this time, the number of more than 1,000 people suddenly dropped. Not to mention, there were only three C-level trainees standing on the steps, all dying, and the survival rate was horribly low.

"How come there are only so few people?"

The exorcist who had just returned looked up and was shocked.

[Currently surviving people in the hall: 112 people]

No one speaks.

They clearly remembered that during the last thirty seconds of the broadcast in the orphanage, the main system said that there were two hundred and fifty-one people left.

No one would have thought that in just 30 seconds, half of the more than two hundred and fifty trainees would lose their lives forever.

However, this is not enough.

Because the main system has already said that there can only be a hundred people surviving to make a debut in the thriller trainee competition. Therefore, after this rating, all trainees who get a C rating and include the rating here and fall to C will be Eliminated.

[Did any of you notice, the top throne...]

On the throne at the top of the studio hall, the positions belonging to no.1 and no.9 are vacant.

No.1 is the position that the adult gave up, but no.9 has no special circumstances.

After the main system determined that all the trainees had returned to the studio, no one appeared yet, and the meaning behind it was self-evident.

The barrage exploded immediately.

[No way, the magician is S grade! S-level players are all seeded, and they are sent all the way to the decisive dungeon. How could something go wrong in the middle? 】

[That’s right, that’s the magician who can bring miracles every time, how could he not come back, I burst into tears]

[Don’t be so confident upstairs, the top psychic is gone soon in the collective copy]

[I really split, I'm still waiting for the magician to take me out of here, 55555]

Not only the barrage, but even many trainees have noticed this.

In the position that belonged to no.3 alone, Zhuge An didn't even recover from the injury of redeeming five hundred points in the main system for the first time. Instead, he turned to look at the ninth throne on his side.

To his disappointment, there was no one on it.

The black-haired man tightened his thin lips, wisps of blood dripping down his fingertips, dripping to the ground, closing his eyes deeply.

What Zhuge didn't notice was that beside him, Fan Zhuo stared at the drop of red blood that fell to the ground, and a flash of astonishment flashed extremely quickly in the dark red pupils.

......

In the dimly lit room, the shadows deposited on the ground floated up.

The next second, after the darkness faded, the black leather shoe tip suddenly appeared.

The man was holding a tattered black umbrella in his hand, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip ink.

He was usually spotless, and his neat suit was also stained with dust at the moment, and the hem was even cut off, as if it was corroded by something unknown, it was shocking.

The devil hasn't been so embarrassed for a long time.

He is a maleficent incarnation of a high-level plane, and he is not inferior to Cthulhu in terms of personality. If you have to fight, you can get a tie with the blessing of the home court.

No matter what, it is impossible for him to die. As long as people's evil thoughts are still there, demons will last forever.

But even so embarrassed, he failed to bring people back.

To be precise, neither the demon nor the evil **** was able to please both sides.

Because of the devil's intervention, Sabre Nicholas also failed to spend the Spring Festival evening with the humans he liked.

They are facing each other.

The shadows rising from the ground cut off the tentacles of the sky like spikes, and the Supreme Mother gave an angry and inexplicable shout.

It was a battle above the plane.

After only ten seconds, that Super S Grade dungeon plane suddenly collapsed because it couldn't bear it.

At the moment the space collapsed, the magician engulfed by the tentacles was suddenly swept away by the space turbulence caused by the collapse of the copy, and disappeared.

Neither of the two non-human beings who fought so well could intercept them in the first place.

After noticing this, there is no need to fight.

Shabu Nicholas is the evil **** who is in charge of reproduction and desire/hope, but not Yug Sotos who is in charge of time and space. The devil used his natural ability to leave, and he couldn't keep it.

"The main system uses the power of the instructor to lock the magician's coordinates with all its strength."

The black-haired man threw the umbrella bone in his hand, and his face cast a shadow.

[Are you crazy? 】

The sound of the main system does not fluctuate in the slightest [He comes from the high-dimensional world]

Its meaning is very clear.

The magician comes from a higher-dimensional world and only hinders the plan between it and the devil, without any promotion, and it is even more likely that their plan will fall short.

If such a person dies, that is definitely a good thing. It's not worth it at all, and you don't need to care about it.

"madman?"

The devil said coldly, "When you work with me, you should think of this."

The man stared at the huge golden cage, and extremely complicated and obscure emotions surged through his dark golden pupils.

Don't know why, he suddenly remembered that thunderstorm night.

After the game is over, the game of the devil follows.

He gave the key to the magician. However, the other party did not bother to use it at all.

Although the winning or losing of this game has not yet been defined, at this moment, the devil suddenly realized.

He had already lost.

It was a complete failure.