(The anti-theft device has been replaced)
Zong Jiu's fist naturally didn't hit anything.
He felt as if his hand had collided with thousands of cold and extremely tough steel wires in the air. Every one of them cut the back of his hand painfully. The end of the wire was only a few inches away from that flawless face, but he just couldn't hit it no matter how hard he tried. It made him so angry that his teeth itched.
However, the owner of the face smiled and said, "Don't be so fierce."
The man curled his finger slightly, and the puppet wires disappeared one by one.
Zong Jiu waited until all the obstructing cold touch disappeared, but his hand still couldn't move forward a bit.
The index finger of the hand wearing a white glove tapped lightly on Magician's elbow, and the latter seemed to be fixed in the air.
The trainees who were watching the bar closely from the rooftop were surprised. They didn't understand why Magician would suddenly attack an ordinary bartender NPC. Could it be that this bartender had angered him?
Zong Jiu shifted his gaze to the back of his hand.
Because he had used too much strength, a long and shocking wound ran across the back of his finger bone.
It was only a small cut, and some blood was seeping out from the capillaries. It was far from bleeding. But after being pressed by No.1, the blood that was swimming in the depths of the wound began to rush out, like wisps of wriggling snakes, gradually crawling over the back of the pale hand.
It wasn't painful, but it was horrifying.
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered the similar scene when he received the rose from the devil in Las Vegas.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Have you guessed it?"
The devil looked at him with a smile.
The tip of the white glove was still pressed there, and the red blood that seeped out dyed the tip red. It looked especially out of place.
Metahumans were different from those with special constitutions and special bloodlines.
Metahumans needed a medium to activate their abilities. For example, No.6, who could control water, could only activate his ability when there was a water source. Therefore, he usually had a special item on him that could store water.
No.1 was the same.
Zong Jiu thought that he should know what the medium was for the devil's ability to activate.
He even had an even more daring guess.
If this conjecture was true, then Zong Jiu would have one more trump card against No.1.
.....
The next day, the news that the Night people had sent an invitation to Magician spread throughout the trainees' dormitory.
Not only that, many people saw Magician and No.2 walking out of the tea room together. They were chatting happily, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Everyone's jaws dropped.
The ruler of the Night Clan had never been an easy person to deal with. Whoever dared to negotiate with him, he would attack them with his army without hesitation. He was a typical ruthless person with few words.
"Is Magician going to accept the Night people's offer?"
They discussed animatedly, "That's not impossible. If No.2 personally embraces him, he'll be a fifth generation descendant. The Night Clan will have another great general."
"Sigh, with such a bright future, why would he choose to become a vampire who is neither human nor ghost?"
"Half-vampires are so strong, it's normal to be tempted. Do you dare say that you're not tempted by the Night people's offer? It's good enough that you're still alive, who would care so much? "
"This Magician is quite a character. As a Level C newbie, not only did he get such incredible scores twice, but he also won the favor of so many big shots."
Apart from these miscellaneous discussions, there was even a rumor that Fan Zhuo was going to train Magician as the successor of the Night Clan. The rumor was so exaggerated that even the people involved had to admit that they were good people.
The Level S trainees' dormitory was also located on the top floor of the dormitory, at the other end of the open-air bar.
Ten doors of different styles stood silently on the horizon. In the distance, the waves were rolling and the sky was majestic.
In the past, the Level S trainees had their own dining room and kitchen, and the dormitory was fully equipped. They could use their photon computer to ask the waiter to bring up anything they needed. There was also a continuous room service, so they didn't need to go downstairs. Even if they wanted to go downstairs, they had a private elevator that went directly to the beach outside the dormitory. These doors were placed there for decoration. Usually, no one would enter or leave.
When Zong Jiu walked to the door, he felt a burning gaze fall on his back.
Many trainees thought that he was going to Number 2's room to plot, but unexpectedly, the white-haired youth turned around and knocked on Number 3's door.
What was even more unexpected was that the door really opened.
Looking at the white-haired Magician who walked through the door with ease, the others were speechless.
Good heavens, this C rank newbie who was in the limelight actually had friendly relations with No.1, No.2, and No.3. How could this be called terrifying!
Zong Jiu walked into Zhuge An's dormitory.
Zhuge An's dormitory was just like him, cold and indifferent. The interior was minimalist, with only three colors: black, white, and gray. The owner of the dormitory was even more direct. He pushed aside all the decorations and placed an Eight Trigrams Formation in the middle of the living room. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the room and meditated.
Zong Jiu was speechless.
Zong Jiu asked, "Are you cultivating?"
The black-haired man lifted his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently. "Sit."
The guest followed the host's lead, so Zong Jiu followed suit and picked a place to sit down.
As for why he suddenly came to Zhuge An, the main reason was to find out about the prophecy.
In the Barren Village, Zong Jiu carried the entire game and carried Zhuge An. Zhuge An did nothing, but the worst thing was that his score didn't drop by much.
Zong Jiu had made up his mind. He didn't want to take the prophecy seriously. At most, he would try to pry Zhuge An's secrets out of him.
For some reason, Zong Jiu's intuition told him that Zhuge An had something he wanted to know.
"I'm here to collect my rightful reward."
Zhuge An didn't say anything.
He even closed his eyes again and maintained his previous meditative posture.
Seeing him like this, Zong Jiu didn't rush him. Instead, he looked around in boredom.
The large dormitory once again fell into silence.
After a long time, the man slowly opened his mouth.
Once he opened his mouth, he threw out another string of deep-water torpedoes.
"You're not from this world."
The white-haired man raised his eyebrows. "You said that in the Mental Hospital dungeon."
At that time, Zong Jiu was mysteriously exposed. Fortunately, Zhuge An only thought that he wasn't from this world. He didn't expect him to be a book transmigrator who could foresee the future. Therefore, Zong Jiu chose to change the topic. He avoided the topic and left it unsettled.
Zhuge An said calmly, "That's right. At that time, I still had my doubts. Now, I'm sure."
"Oh? Tell me about it. "
He kept harping on this question. Coincidentally, Zong Jiu also found it strange.
If he didn't have enough experience or premonition, how could he have noticed the clues at first glance? There must be something else going on.
Unexpectedly, the black-haired man fell silent again.
After a long time, just when Zong Jiu wanted to nudge him to see if he was asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Give me a drop of your blood," Zhuge An said.
'Blood?'
Zong Jiu frowned in his mind.
Blood was fine in other places, but in the Infinite Horror Style, it was very problematic.
In Eastern legends, the importance of blood was self-evident. In Southeast Asian witchcraft, blood was one of the keys to casting curses. Northern and Southern Europe also firmly believed that blood was the source of power.
Previously, Zong Jiu suspected that the Devil's medium to implant the puppet strings might be "contact" or "wound with blood." Now that Zhuge An suddenly mentioned this, Zong Jiu couldn't help but be cautious.
Seeing his suspicious eyes, Zhuge An said coldly, "You're immune to the Devil's control. Naturally, you're immune to blood curses."
"If you don't give me your blood, I can't be sure that you're the person in the prophecy."
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. He didn't waste any time. Instead, he took out a poker card from his pocket and drew a line on his ring finger.
This was what confused Zong Jiu the most.
Zhuge An knew a lot of things. He even knew a lot of information that Zong Jiu had just learned.
According to him, all of this had something to do with the prophecy.
Unexpectedly, Zhuge An didn't do anything.
He put away the drop of blood and said, "Do you know who made this prophecy?"
Zong Jiu expressed that he was willing to hear more.
Zhuge An spat out three words. "My teacher, Guiguzi."
These three words could be said to be extremely famous and full of legends.
Guiguzi, one of the ancestors of Taoism, was a famous thinker and strategist during the Warring States Period. Legend said that he could communicate with ghosts and gods and know destiny. Without leaving the Ghost Valley, he could turn the world into a game of chess.
However, the Guiguzi that Zhuge An mentioned wasn't the one in history.
The Guiguzi he mentioned was a survivor of the Infinite Loop who was active ten years ago.
In the Infinite Loop, people would die at any time. The survivors would be refreshed every year. There would be countless new faces. Only those who could survive would be kings.
A person from ten years ago was no different from an antique from a few centuries ago in the real world in the Infinite Loop.
In the Infinite Loop, everyone only wanted to survive. No one would write history books, and no one would remember the glory of the dead. No matter how powerful they were when they were alive, they would not be remembered after they died.
Some survivors even joked that every three years was a cycle of the Infinite Loop. After all, there were very few people who could survive for more than three years.
The Guiguzi that Zhuge An mentioned was the only legendary figure that existed in the stories of the trainees.
How legendary was he? It was said that just like his name, he knew everything from the heavens to the earth. He could communicate with ghosts and gods and even … peek into the future.
The black-haired man said slowly, "Back then, my teacher was so close to saving everyone from this game."
As for the result, there was no need to say more. Otherwise, they wouldn't be here.
"Although he failed. However, on his deathbed, my teacher opened an altar and used the power of heaven and earth to perform a divination. "
"Ten years later, there will be a foreigner with a different appearance who will enter the Infinite Loop to inherit his will and fulfill his last wish. And I — "
Zhuge An said, "The person who was ordered to wait here and assist you."