There was a live broadcast camera in the area where the King's Game was played. The bullet screen began to discuss.
[This is a game that depends on luck. You can't cheat. Magician cheated before, but of course he can't now.]
[There's a rule book for the trainees on the forum. The last one is marked red. Actually, I think the main system is targeting Magician on purpose. 2333333.]
[So what if it's on purpose? He got a royal royal flush at the casino. Don't you think it's ridiculous?]
[Who knew that he was a magician back then? Putting a magician in a casino is the same as putting a vampire in a crowd. The main system is probably regretting it now.]
[Hahahahaha, Magician can't cheat this time. This is going to be interesting.]
It wasn't just the bullet screen that was enjoying the show. The trainees were also eager to try.
Previously at the casino, they could still say that Qian Shu's skills were inferior. Now was the time to rely purely on luck. There was no one to help him. It was not the best time to take revenge.
This was especially true for the older players, especially those who had been robbed by Zong Jiu in the previous instance dungeon. They wanted to teach this arrogant newcomer a lesson.
Cao Hongtao was so angry that he didn't manage to kill him that time that he was the first to stand up.
As he stood up, he called out to his friends.
Unfortunately, the other seniors didn't give him any face. They weren't brainless. Magician was now favored by everyone. If they could form a good relationship with him, they would. If they could avoid offending him, they wouldn't. There was no need to make things difficult for a newcomer with potential.
Moreover, this wasn't a game of house. It was an S-grade gaming table! If they were selected to carry out the order but failed to complete it, the tragic deaths of the trainees from before were the most vivid examples.
Cao Hongtao didn't manage to call anyone and his expression turned ugly.
Xu Su, who was standing at the side, saw this and immediately tugged at Xu Sen's clothes. "Ninth Brother is being bullied. Why aren't we helping?"
Xu Sen looked hesitant. "This is an S-grade gaming table …"
"Old Xu, you have to be loyal! Ninth Brother carried us in a dungeon before. "
Xu Su slapped his thigh. "Sigh, if you're not going, I'll go. Anyway, I've been lucky since I was young. If Ninth Brother is in trouble, I must help him! "
Zong Jiu pretended that he did not see the gazes directed at him.
After confirming that the bartender today was not No. 1 in disguise, he still felt uneasy. He had no choice but to make himself well-fed and made a cup of chrysanthemum and wolfberry.
When Zong Jiu came back with tea, he found that there were already ten people at the game table.
He, Cao Hongtao, Xu Su, Xu Sen, No.7 Messiah, No.10 Onmyoji, No.8 The Dark Wizard, No.4 Exorcist who had recently swapped places with Azan in black, No.A trainee Lin Guoxing, and No.B trainee Feng Yucheng.
A small gaming table had actually gathered four S-class big shots!
The onlookers couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. The bullet screen began to flood with comments, and the number of people online rose in a straight line.
[F * ck, this is exciting.]
[What's going on? Why are S-class big shots at this table? Looks like everyone is interested in the magic.jpg]
[What are you thinking? There have only been two S-class gaming tables opened in the past two days. The last one suffered heavy casualties, and now there's a new one. Of course the S-class big shots are here.]
[Hahahaha, my god, why is a Onmyoji participating in this game? This is a game of pure luck.]
[Pfft, I'm dying of laughter. Is he here to warm up the newcomers? 23333]
As soon as he saw Lin Guoxing, Zong Jiu's eyes immediately sharpened.
In the Barren Village dungeon, he was certain that this person was the devil's puppet. However, when he tried to pull the strings from Azan's head, he found nothing. Instead, he found out that Azan was being controlled.
At the time, Zong Jiu did not know, but now he understood.
One of the ways the devil implanted puppet strings was through a bleeding wound.
At the time, No.1 controlled Lin Guoxing to get close to Azan. In the end, he successfully controlled No.5. Lin Guoxing, on the other hand, became an abandoned pawn. It was not easy for him to survive.
"Excuse me, the tea is a bit thick. I'll go add some more water."
To be safe, Zong Jiu pretended to go back to change the water.
While he was in the pantry, he used the tarot card to test if the devil had taken control of this unlucky A-class trainee again.
The result was that justice was in place.
However, Zong Jiu did not believe that the devil was not at this gaming table.
He was certain that the devil would not let go of this great opportunity to ambush him.
There were two more divinations left.
The white-haired youth thought for a moment, then drew No.8 The Dark Wizard, and No.7 Messiah.
The former was a hermit, and the latter …
Zong Jiu looked at the devil in his hand and sneered.
When Lin Guoxing's head was pierced with five puppet strings, the card Zong Jiu drew was the devil in place. Anthony only had two strings on his head, so the devil in place was reversed.
From this, it could be seen that the devil in place was not fully controlled, while the devil in place was fully controlled.
And Messiah actually drew the Devil's Throne. This meant that … the Holy Son was already a puppet that was completely under her control.
As soon as he came to this conclusion, Zong Jiu also remembered some clues that could be traced.
For example, someone once mentioned that the Holy Son became strange after participating in the Thriller Trainee Competition, but they could not pinpoint what was strange about it.
For example, Messiah had a good reputation in the mental hospital dungeon. Even the original text used a lot of words to describe how the Holy Son used to be a helpful person. But the strange thing was, there were descriptions from the perspective of Zhuge An and even the original owner, but there were no descriptions from Messiah's perspective.
For example, Zong Jiu's guess that Messiah was the mole was not wrong.
Maybe … Messiah was already controlled before the Thriller Trainee Competition started.
Not only did he pick the demon as his trump card well, but he also hid it well.
Because the S-level trainees were all very strong, Zong Jiu could not sneak over their heads. If it wasn't for the Tarot cards, which could predict the future, even he would have been fooled.
"Sorry for making you wait."
After returning, Zong Jiu purposely picked a seat far away from Messiah.
The blond-haired Holy Son showed an understanding smile. "It's okay."
The white-haired youth gave him a polite smile and glanced at him. He had a feeling in his heart.
Unless the devil gave up on the puppet, the puppet would never be able to escape his control.
Zhuge An did not say what the devil's goal was, but Zong Jiu had guessed it correctly.
First, he had used the A-grade trainees as a springboard to control the number five Azan in black. Then, he had already deeply controlled the number seven Messiah. In addition, there was also the number one's original body. Not to mention, he didn't know if there were any other S-grade trainees that could be controlled.
… His goal was probably to control all the S-level trainees. If that was the case, no matter how many variables there were, the Universal Wishing Ticket would still be in the devil's pocket.
Then, what kind of deal did the main system make with the devil? Why was No.1 able to enjoy so many privileges in the competition?
It was obviously the main system that gave out the Universal Wishing Ticket. If he wanted it, he could have just cheated. Why did he have to do this? Could it be that there was something he did not know?
Mysteries came one after another, making it hard for people to deal with.
Zong Jiu rubbed his temples and temporarily gave up on thinking. "Let's begin."
[Table 7 starts the game.]
[Shuffling cards, please wait …]
Since it was a game, it was naturally not as exciting as a casino. The conditions were also not that restrictive, so everyone sat in a more relaxed position.
Waiters pushed all kinds of food carts, desserts, wine glasses, and fruit juices in front of each game table. The waves in the distance crashed onto the reef, making a roaring sound. The river flowed on the ground of the open-air bar. Through the roof, one could see the reflection of the stars. The atmosphere was warm and relaxed.
To ensure fairness, the shuffling process of the main system in King's Game was very cumbersome. Everyone had to press the shuffling button once in the air.
Zong Jiu was a little bored while waiting, so he turned his head and saw that the No. 4 Exorcist and No. 10 Yin Yang Master were sitting beside him, so he started chatting with them.
"Oh, I remember you. Aren't you the one who folded at the central table?"
Speaking of this, Zong Jiu felt a little regretful. If the Onmyoji did not fold in the last round and chose to go all in, he would have been able to reap a few tens of thousands of chips.
The Onmyoji looked at him blankly. He did not want to reply.
He didn't answer, but No. 4 on the other side was amused.
The Exorcist laughed and lowered his voice. "Little Brother Zong, don't stab him in the heart."
No.10 was also the number one big shot in Infinite Loop. Everyone usually called him Tu Yumen.
Tokumon was an extremely famous Onmyoji family name. It was said that he was a descendant of the famous Onmyoji Abe no Seimei during the Heian period.
Like everyone else, Tokumon's surname was not originally Onmyoji. He was lucky enough to inherit the Tokumon family's Onmyoji after a fortuitous encounter in the S-rank Instance Dungeon "Ghost Parade." In order to make it easier for others to remember, they did not bother to call him by his real name. Instead, they just called him Tokumon.
Speaking of Tokumon, the most famous thing about him was not his strength, but his bad luck.
No one knew why he was so unlucky. In any case, as long as it was related to luck, he had never succeeded.
However, Tokumon became braver with every setback. He swore that he was not so unlucky before he became a Onmyoji. His repeated failures had become a fixture in Infinite Loop.
Countless casinos had opened bets on when he would make a comeback. The odds were frighteningly high.
After hearing the Exorcist's words, Tokumon gritted his teeth. "I will avenge myself this time!"
Zong Jiu expressed that he did not understand this kind of pain.
After all, his luck had always been good.
What was the saying again? A non-player could not beat a European. Africans did not understand the joy of being a European.
[Shuffling completed … Dealing cards.]
[Dealing cards completed.]
[Announcing this round's order: Obtain the rib of any player at the same table. Time limit of three minutes.]
[If the order fails, you will be killed on the spot.]
[Now, please raise your card.]
A pale hand stretched out from under the hooded black robe. The Joker on it grinned.
No.8 The Dark Wizard, the king of this round.