(The anti-theft device has been replaced.)
He was ordered to wait here and assist?
Zong Jiu was speechless.
This was perfectly in line with the saying, "The late emperor's path collapsed halfway through his career. The late emperor knew his subjects well and was cautious. Therefore, before his collapse, his subjects took care of the important matters." Could it be that Guiguzi had also written a Chu Shi Biao?
Good lord, did he transmigrate into the Infinite Horror Genre or the Battle of the Three Kingdoms script? Why was it so different when it came to Zhuge An?
Zong Jiu looked at Zhuge An's cold face. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. He was afraid that Zhuge An would call him "Lord".
Fortunately, Zhuge An did not seem to have that intention.
The black-haired man's face was calm as he continued to speak in a monotonous voice.
Actually, there was nothing new about the prophecy.
It was just that Guiguzi had predicted that ten years later, a savior from a foreign land would appear in the Infinite Loop. This savior would inherit his unfinished business and save everyone from this endless cycle of despair.
Of course, if the prophecy only predicted the existence of a savior, then Guiguzi would not have specially left a student behind to assist him.
It was very cliché. In the prophecy, there was also a great demon king who tirelessly opposed the righteous cause.
This great demon king and ultimate villain was the savior's nemesis. Not only was he unbelievably strong, but he also liked to cause trouble everywhere. He just had to oppose the savior and obstruct the completion of his great cause.
Zhuge An said that he had always followed his teacher's dying wish and waited for the savior to arrive.
The troublemaker in the prophecy had appeared in the Infinite Loop a few years ago. He was also a very charismatic madman with a large number of fanatical followers.
That's right, it was the number one demon who loved to stir up trouble.
Zong Jiu, who had somehow become the savior, was confused.
The white-haired youth digested the information for a long time before he asked, "So, you have been waiting in the Infinite Loop for ten years?"
Zhuge An shook his head. "I've never seen him in person."
In the infinite loop, there was no way to escape from this world, just like how the survivors were unable to escape from the category of 'human'. They would always be at the bottom of the monster food chain and could not kill each other. This was an iron law that everyone was familiar with.
For so many years, only the Thriller Trainee Competition provided a way to escape from the world.
Everyone knew that trainees who debuted in the center position in the Thriller Trainee Competition would receive a Universal Wishing Ticket. The main system had made a promise when it recruited the candidates to sign up. This wishing ticket could fulfill all wishes. Even if the trainees wished to leave the human race and become a god on the spot, the ten-thousand-year-old wishing ticket could fulfill all the same.
Just like what Zhuge An had said, because the main system had blurred their memories, most of the survivors would subconsciously ignore their lives and experiences in the real world. Even if there were a small number of people who remembered all of this, very few of them would set returning to the real world as their goal.
Before this, in the infinite loop, only the predecessor Guiguzi had the ambition to 'save others and escape from this world'.
The prophecy clearly stated that there were several ways to find a savior. One of them was that if there was someone who had the same idea, then there was no doubt that it would be the person who inherited Guiguzi's will.
"Back then, I was only one step away from success. Unfortunately, I failed at the last step."
Zhuge An's face was calm. "Fortunately, Guiguzi left behind a backup plan. He sealed part of his consciousness in the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Disk, waiting for the successor to unlock this dusty past."
"So, it wasn't as long as you think. It was two years ago, after I obtained this Grade-S Special Item from the Grade-S Instance Dungeon, Investiture of the Gods, that I became the master's student. "
Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Disk?
Zong Jiu's gaze shifted to the Grade-S Special Item on the ground.
Since Guiguzi could predict that someone would inherit his will ten years later, naturally, he could also predict who would obtain the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Disk. From this point of view, Zhuge An was indeed a student that he had personally appointed.
Zhuge An said calmly, "Before you came, no one in the infinite loop was immune to No.1's ability, and no one had the power to resist him."
"No.1's goal was to keep everyone in this infinite loop."
Zong Jiu thought for a moment, and felt that the possibility was quite high.
The infinite loop was hell for normal people, but for lunatics, it was heaven and a stage.
Seeing how the devil was having so much fun in the infinite loop, it was not impossible.
At this point, what else did Zong Jiu not understand?
"At the end of the day, you're just looking for someone who can fulfill Guiguzi's will."
The white-haired youth spread his hands. "But I'm not interested in saving the world. This is a big misunderstanding."
Not only was he not interested, Zong Jiu even thought that the infinite loop was fun.
What he said in the abandoned village was just a casual remark, but he didn't expect Zhuge An to take it seriously.
However, Zong Jiu didn't know that there was such a story before him. If he were Zhuge An, he might have been fooled as well.
Zong Jiu said tactfully, "If I can get the Universal Wishing Voucher, I might consider it. But I'm only Grade-C, you think too highly of me."
It had only been two rounds of the competition.
Even if Zong Jiu was confident in himself, he didn't think that he would definitely debut as a Grade-C. After all, there was only one position, and with a strong opponent, there were many variables. Normal people didn't even dare to dream of becoming Grade-S, why would they dream of becoming No.1?
The black-haired man said coldly, "It's not that I believe in you, I believe in Guiguzi's prophecy."
Zong Jiu's answer was even more direct.
"My answer is still the same. Magicians don't believe in prophecies."
Zhuge An was unmoved. "I only do what my teacher told me to do, I don't need anyone's permission."
When he said that, Zong Jiu smiled slowly.
"You know, I think that's more fitting of your personality."
The white-haired man said meaningfully, "Because I know that you're not someone who is willing to help others."
Zhuge Liang was a model of a loyal minister, but Zhuge An was definitely not. Not only was he not, he was the complete opposite.
Hearing this, the person who was sitting cross-legged finally looked up.
Zhuge An looked deeply at Zong Jiu, but didn't answer. Instead, he changed the topic.
"You'd better reach Grade-B before the next dungeon opens."
"Of course, it's your choice to believe or not, I'm only responsible for informing you."
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After leaving No.3 dorm, Zong Jiu fell into deep thought.
At first glance, Zhuge An's words were logical, and no one could find any flaws in them.
Guiguzi did exist, and as long as Zong Jiu wanted to investigate, it wouldn't be hard for him to find out if Zhuge An's words were true. There was no need for him to lie about such insignificant details.
Strangely enough, the more it seemed like there was no problem, the more Zong Jiu felt like there was a big problem.
The most suspicious thing was Zhuge An's attitude.
If he was really an old minister waiting for a savior in an endless loop, would he still have this attitude?
With Zhuge An's arrogant and conceited personality, Zong Jiu would rather believe that he killed the savior and then became the savior himself. That was more reliable than him being a loyal minister.
In short, Zong Jiu didn't plan on believing Zhuge An's nonsense at all. He just treated it as a story, and whoever believed it was an idiot.
However, Zhuge An did say something, and Zong Jiu still planned on doing something new.
That was the phrase, "Level up to B rank before the next dungeon."
Because after Zhuge An said this sentence, the main system announced that 20,000 survival points had been deducted, the crime of revealing information. Zong Jiu was sitting next to him and heard it.
High leveled trainees had the privilege of knowing the next dungeon's content in advance. High leveled S leveled trainees like Zhuge An could even choose from the options given by the main system.
After every level evaluation, the main system would emphasize that high leveled trainees were not allowed to sell or sell information to low leveled trainees, or else they would be severely punished. Zhuge An went against the rules and was caught as an example.
Zong Jiu didn't believe anything else, but since the main system deducted his survival points, it meant that the information Zhuge An gave him was valuable.
Zong Jiu decided to believe him.
Now that the level evaluation was over, if he wanted to turn the tables, he could only rely on special events.
Zhuge An gave him a divination and told him to participate in special events and get the King of the Grade-S table and draw the blind box number seven.
So Zong Jiu stayed in his room for another day before he slowly moved to the open-air bar and watched a few King of the Grade-S.
The King of the Grade-S was also divided into levels. Just like the gambling tables in Las Vegas, it was divided into five levels: A, B, D, and D.
The lower the level, the lower the reward, the lighter the punishment, and the easier the order.
Every round was divided into three games, and each table was limited to ten players. This meant that there would only be three King of the Grade-S in each round, and six players would be chosen to be ordered.
The players who were ordered to complete the order would receive additional rewards. The players who drew the King of the Grade-S would also receive additional rewards. The players who didn't draw the King of the Grade-S would also receive additional rewards. This also meant that as long as the trainees were lucky, they could even skip three rounds and get the rewards for free.
All in all, this game sounded more humane than the one in Las Vegas. But in fact, the rewards from the low-level gaming tables were very little, and the orders were extremely ironic. There were even humiliating orders like "Kneel down and lick the King's shoes."
The rewards from the high-level gaming tables were generous, but the orders were even more cruel. It was a blatant challenge to human nature.
Zong Jiu watched as a harmonious game table turned into a fight between all the trainees.
The main system also said that the special events were to "promote the trainees' friendships." What a blatant lie.
After this round of the game, it would be a miracle if they didn't become enemies.
The white-haired magician shook his head and walked forward.
The staff member stood in front of the gaming area and asked respectfully, "Hello sir, would you like to have a separate table or directly join the game?"
"Separate table, Grade-S."
Many of the trainees who were secretly watching exclaimed.
The difficulty of the Grade-S King of the Grade-S game was self-evident. Only one table had been opened in the past two days. One of the trainees didn't complete the task and turned into a pile of meat on the spot. His blood splashed onto the ceiling, and he died with his eyes wide open.
Many people rubbed their fists and were eager to give it a try.
After all, the main system had clearly stated that cheating in any form was not allowed.
Everyone was waiting to see the magician make a fool of himself.