Tokumon's discovery led to another class monitor meeting in Dorm 101.
There was no doubt that if the Pool of Corpses was next to the test vault, there was more room for manipulation.
The first thought the class monitors of Class 6 and Class 2 had was to sneak in and steal a set of exam questions. As long as they knew what the questions were in advance, wouldn't they be able to pass the final exam? They wouldn't have to oppress the weak students or be afraid of the weak students fighting back, and all of them would be able to pass.
Now that everyone was tied to the same rope, no one would think of using this instance dungeon to carry out a purge. At the very least, they would place the collective interest as their first priority.
Zong Jiu lifted his eyelids at their thoughts. "We can't keep this dungeon."
The class monitor was unhappy.
They were not optimistic about Magician's whimsical idea of destroying the dungeon.
Previously, they did not dare to say it out loud due to the pressure. Now that there was a clear path, they would definitely choose the easier one.
After all, how difficult was it to destroy the dungeon and steal a test? It would be easier to get the test than to destroy the dungeon. The risk was not as high and the rewards were pleasing.
"There's no point in talking about this now."
The white-haired youth poured cold water on them. "Whether you want to destroy the dungeon or steal the test, you have to go through that iron door. You can't even get in, so there's no point in talking about this. "
The others were speechless.
Indeed, the goal was not important. What was important was how to sneak in.
It was known that there were two teaching assistants with iron whips standing guard outside the iron gate 24/7. They worked in shifts every two hours, and there was only a dead end in between. Anyone who approached the iron gate would be warned, and if they didn't leave after being warned twice, they would be whipped. Once there was any commotion, the alarm would be sounded, and all the teaching assistants in the school would rush to the scene as soon as possible.
"This is a survival dungeon. My plan can only be carried out the day before the final exam."
Zong Jiu wiped his hands. "As for you, if you have a different idea than me, you're welcome to try the Pool of Corpses. It's your ability to steal the test papers. I'll just follow my plan. "
The class meeting ended very quickly. After all, the S-Class seemed to be very interested and wanted to join forces with Magician to see if they could really destroy the dungeon.
However, the class monitors of Class 6 and Class 2 were still suspicious. They dared not bet everything on the last day.
As expected, the stubborn class monitors of Class 6 and Class 2 teamed up. Class 1 also lent them some help to try to break into the test room in the Pool of Corpses.
Their idea was very good. In the beginning, they imitated the old routine of a basketball game, and let a half-vampire pretend to commit suicide.
This time, however, the teaching assistants were smarter. They first carried the body to the field and planned to dismember it before throwing it into the Pool.
The half-vampire was so frightened that he lifted the white cloth and stood up.
Although vampires had good recovery abilities, who would be willing to lose an arm or a leg?
The class monitors of the two classes came back to discuss it, but they still did not give up.
"We have to find another way. Let's see if we can lure him away."
"That makes sense. Let's try asking Tokumon."
They didn't have to break in. As long as they could stuff the paper shikigami under the door, the paper shikigami would be able to transmit the test questions to them.
They chose a faceless person and secretly hid the paper shikigami on his body, waiting for him to go behind the iron door.
However, perhaps because the resentment was too strong, or because the test room was close to the Pool of Corpses, another paper shikigami managed to sneak in, but the image transmitted back was blurry. He could only see a few questions clearly, and his Reiki was greatly depleted.
Seeing that this method was useless, they even came up with a plan. They tried to harass the teaching assistants standing in front of the iron door. However, they were noticed by the school. Not only did they drive away the students who came to harass them, but they also increased the security. Now, there were only four people guarding the door.
The next day, the Head of Teaching announced that the final exam would be divided into four categories: A, B, C, and D. The order of the questions on each paper was disrupted so that the students wouldn't take any chances.
In this regard, the trainees in the ninth class were helpless against this group of pig teammates.
Class 9 trainees had been silently watching the other classes cause trouble. In the end, not only did they fail to obtain any information, the school even noticed that something was amiss and became more vigilant.
Zong Jiu sighed. "It doesn't matter. We didn't expect them to be of any use in the first place. It's fine as long as they don't cause trouble. As long as the iron door is still there, it doesn't matter how many people are guarding it."
These days, Class 9 trainees seemed to be having fun, but in reality, they were working together with No.2 from Class 1 to secretly make preparations.
First, they used their free time and the rare physical education class to scout the school. The entire class was divided into nine different teams, with each team responsible for an area. They drew a floor plan of the entire school.
Apart from that, they also silently brought over a large number of books and test papers from other classes. Everyone's desk was piled up with a thick stack of papers. Standing on the podium, one could only see the lowered heads of the students below without seeing their faces.
[I'm getting more and more curious about how the Magician is going to destroy this dungeon.]
[Yeah, destroying the dungeon should be a physical destruction. Speaking of which, the criteria is really difficult. If the NPC is accidentally killed, wouldn't their score be deducted?]
[… That's true. I wouldn't have thought of it if you didn't mention it. If their score is deducted, wouldn't they have to go to a punishment dungeon?]
[No, no, no, the person above must not be an admirer of that lord. If they can meet the main system's criteria of "the dungeon has been destroyed", not only will their score not be deducted, but their score will also increase. But of course, if they can't meet this criteria and kill the dungeon NPC, then they're done for. Otherwise, why do you think so many people wanted to imitate that lord, but ended up with an insufficient score and were killed on the spot?]
[Thank you for your explanation. I understand now. It must be very difficult to meet the criteria. I hope Class 9 can work hard. Looking at them, they're planning to go all the way.]
.....
Time passed day by day, like a white steed flashing by a crack, disappearing in a flash.
Finally, it was the day before the final exam.
The atmosphere of the entire grade was extremely tense, like a taut string that could be cut in the middle at any time.
At this point, the class representatives of Class 6 and Class 2 also gave up on the idea of stealing the exam papers. They pinched their noses and boarded his pirate ship.
Almost no one slept last night. Everyone had insomnia.
Of course, Zong Jiu was not included.
The next day, Zong Jiu slowly tidied up his blanket, sat in front of the dorm table, folded a paper airplane, and stuffed it in his pocket. Only then did he leisurely walk to the classroom. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a familiar face at the corner of the stairs of the teaching building.
The black-haired man was still wearing a suit and leather shoes. His leather shoes were shiny, and he looked like a beast dressed in human clothing.
He lazily leaned against the wall, playing with a familiar rose in his hand. It was obvious that he had deliberately waited here for a long time.
Zong Jiu: "…"
The thorns of this rose looked very familiar. Could it be that No. 1 spent some survival points to redeem it from the main system?
"Don't block the way."
His voice was cold.
"Don't be so fierce."
No. 1 still had that infuriating smile on his face. "I'm here to help you."
Help him? Why would No. 1, who always liked to stir up trouble, be so kind?
Zong Jiu fully expressed his attitude with a sneer.
The demon showed a fake hurt expression. He put one hand on his chest and pretended to bow, while the other hand pushed the rose forward.
This time, Zong Jiu finally understood the true nature of the flower in his opponent's hand from the cold notification of the main system.
[Teacher has closed the hidden system.]
[B-grade Item: Rose of Planet B612.]
[Item Usage: Randomly immobilize any target. Time limit: 3 minutes.]
[Note: This item is a consumable item. Remaining uses: 3 times. But because of the special nature of this item, after the number of uses is exhausted, it will turn into an ordinary, never-withering rose.]
Rose of Planet B612?
How strange, a demon would carry a little prince's rose with him.
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.
But this time, he did not refuse. Instead, he reached out his hand and took it.
Who would reject an item that was delivered to their doorstep? Moreover, this item's usage seemed to suit him. Whether it was used to harm or harm others, it was the best item. Maybe No. 1 would shoot himself in the foot in the future.
The moment the young man's slender hands touched the rose's stem, his other hand moved forward instead of retreating. Instead, it naturally covered his hand.
Zong Jiu looked up in surprise. "What? You don't want to part with it? "
The demon shrugged. "Why would I? From the moment I gave it to you, it belonged to you. "
Anyone could see that he was in a good mood.
Of course, he was in a good mood because the Magician had given him a big gift before he even realized it.
The man tapped his lips with a joyful expression. "Your current appearance really makes my heart itch."
His voice was low, with its usual flirtatious huskiness.
"I hope you didn't forget our agreement. After this dungeon … I'll wait for your answer. I hope you make the right decision."
.....
The exam would begin after the morning reading. This was also the last half an hour before the exam where the trainees could take a breather.
All the trainees in Class 9 were dressed neatly. No one was sitting. Everyone was standing in ten neat rows in the classroom. Their expressions were solemn and the atmosphere was quiet.
Other than them, there was only Faceless, who was still sitting, and the empty seat that would never be returned.
Everyone knew that they were going to avenge 99 and 15.
Thirty days of preparation, just like that.
Zong Jiu did not say anything after he entered.
The white-haired young man stood at the door of the classroom and looked at the sun that had just risen.
The sun shone on the school building that was built with bones, the field that was piled with flesh, and the tree roots that were peeled off with human skin. It was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.
In fact, this place really did look like a tomb.
There were only twenty minutes left until the end of the exam.
Zong Jiu saw teaching assistants appearing one after another from the field.
He walked out of the classroom and gestured to the half-vampire in the corridor. Finally, he nodded at the class and ordered coldly.
"Begin."