Hearing Zong Jiu's words, many of the trainees breathed a sigh of relief.
The only A-level trainees in their team were Zong Jiu and Anthony. One of them was the strongest newcomer who was favored by many S-level bosses, while the other was the highest ranking member of the first organization, the Night people. Both of them were not people they could afford to offend.
In addition, there were some trainees in the team who had gone through the previous dungeons with Zong Jiu, as well as the Night people who had followed Anthony. After all, they were not strangers who had nothing to do with each other. There was also some friendship in the team, so no one dared to speak first and break the originally peaceful atmosphere of the team.
It would be best if they could reach a consensus.
"But I'll say the ugly words first."
While the trainees who insisted on not carrying out the second main mission were relieved, Zong Jiu spoke again. This sentence made everyone's hearts jump to their throats.
"I've said it before when we were divided into groups that we must obey the leader's orders in the dungeon."
This sentence was not wrong.
Back when the trainees were divided into groups in the dormitory, the team leaders were Zhuge An, Zong Jiu, Fan Zhuo, Tokumon, and the exorcist. Under their charisma, many A-level trainees and most B-level trainees were willing to join their alliance.
Then, Zong Jiu led the team. Other than obeying orders, there were no other requirements.
It was the same in the infinite loop. The members who joined the team had to obey the leader's orders unconditionally. If there was a situation where they disobeyed orders, the survivor would be blacklisted and it would be difficult to find a good team in the future.
"Everyone told me that they hoped to survive as long as possible, and I agreed."
The white-haired youth stood in the same spot. His expression was calm, and it was difficult to tell if he was happy or angry. "This is my primary consideration. I can only promise to bring you out of this dungeon, but I can't guarantee that you can stay here."
"So from now on, everyone should prepare your own guns. I won't interfere with your choice. But if there's a problem with the first main mission, then no matter what your opinion is, I will only aim for the team's benefit. "
This time, no one spoke.
Although many trainees were inclined to stay here, if their lives were threatened, they would rather die than live.
The bullet screen was filled with emotions.
[Magician is a nice guy. He could have passed this dungeon by lying down, but he's still thinking for his teammates.]
[Yes, he's always been like this. It was the same when he was in No.1 Middle School. He could have gotten into the top few by himself and didn't have to worry about not being able to clear the dungeon. In the end, he was still willing to seek justice for the two trainees who voluntarily sacrificed themselves.]
[Indeed, my impression of Magician has changed a lot. Previously, she had thought that he was arrogant and cocky, but now she realized that he was really a good person. Sigh, I need to repent. I must have had a cramp in my brain to think that he was very similar to that lord, kneeling.jpg]
[Actually, to be honest with you, the person above, I think so too. Kneel side by side.jpg]
"From now on, you guys will form your own party to complete the main quest. I won't be joining you guys."
After reaching a consensus, Zong Jiu was satisfied.
He had always been used to doing things his own way. As long as they were obedient, he didn't care what they thought.
In fact, after Zong Jiu heard from the NPC that the trainees would be suppressed in both personality and emotions in this dungeon, he didn't want to listen to anyone else's opinions.
In Zong Jiu's eyes, people with imperfect personalities had no right to speak. As long as he safely brought these people back to the trainees' dormitory, when their brains returned, they wouldn't even have time to thank him.
The next main problem was to figure out how to destroy this dungeon.
Last time, they had used physical means to blow up the school. That had been a combination of the right time, place, and people. This dungeon obviously didn't have so many conditions.
Even if the residents of the City of Kindness could provide them with supplies, when the Angel descended on Judgement Day, the Angel was also considered an NPC. Was it possible that he would have to fight his way to Heaven? That was obviously unrealistic.
Zong Jiu wanted to save the country in a roundabout way.
Previously, the little devil had told him that as long as he could bring back the adult devil, this dungeon could be destroyed.
The little devil was more trustworthy than the big devil in Zong Jiu's eyes. Of course, this was based on the premise that he didn't know how to play language tricks with tarot cards.
Since he could find a simpler and less troublesome way, why not let No. 1 do it? It would save time and effort. It would be a waste not to use him.
At this point, Zong Jiu turned to the nun. "Where did the Pope go?"
Usually, the Pope would be present to preside over morning prayers, but this morning, it was a Cardinal.
His attention was focused on the City of Good and Evil, so he didn't pay attention to the little devil who hadn't appeared.
The nun replied, "The thunderstorm was so heavy last night. His Holiness probably hasn't woken up yet."
At this point, she suddenly exclaimed in a low voice. She turned around and asked the others, "Did you light the candlesticks for His Holiness yesterday?"
The clergymen were stunned and shook their heads.
There were too many things to do last night. Not only did they have to clean up the restaurant after Holy Communion, but they also had to patrol the church and make arrangements for the guests. For a moment, everyone forgot to go to the Pope's room and lit the matches.
"It's okay. I'll go up and take a look."
Zong Jiu waved his hand carelessly and was about to go upstairs.
"Please wait a moment."
The nun stopped him and said hesitantly, "Please try not to wake Her Holiness up … Her Holiness never sleeps well on stormy nights. I reckon that she will only be able to fall asleep after the sun rises."
She looked upset. "Everyone knows that His Holiness is afraid of the dark. It's all our fault for forgetting to light the candlesticks last night."
Zong Jiu was speechless.
He took a full three seconds to digest this information before he nodded. "Okay, I won't wake him up."
Until they went upstairs, Zong Jiu was still skeptical of the nun's words.
What a joke. Demons are afraid of the dark?
Zong Jiu remembered the mission he received in the King's Game, where he sneaked into No. 1's room to steal roses.
The room's decor was gorgeous, but there wasn't a single lamp in the room. If he hadn't enhanced his eyesight to the highest level, he wouldn't have been able to see anything in the dark.
What was the demon doing at the time? He was squinting his eyes and soaking in the large bathtub in his room.
Not only was he not afraid of the dark, he even enjoyed it. Not to mention, No. 1 had a skill that allowed him to travel through shadows.
No matter what, he was still a demon. Even if he was only six years old, he shouldn't be afraid of the dark and thunder, right? Who would believe that?
Zong Jiu remembered that the little demon did use this as an excuse to beg him to stay last night.
He gently pushed open the door in the middle of the top floor.
The room was very dark. There was only one window that wasn't covered by a tapestry, revealing a faint light.
However, this window was too far away from the bed, even further away than the fireplace. Light shone through the glass and reflected on the dark red carpet, outlining a bright spot of light.
With his night vision, Zong Jiu closed the door behind him and silently approached the bed in the middle of the room.
Through the layers of veil-like curtains, he could see the person on the bed sinking into the soft mattress. His small body was curled up under the blanket. His long, curly eyelashes drooped over his eyelids, and his breathing was slow and long.
The little boy's sleeping face wasn't very peaceful. His delicate doll-like eyes seemed to reveal a deep sense of fatigue.
Zong Jiu noticed that he was lying on his side, hugging something black in his arms. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the rabbit plushie he had conjured for him last night.
The plushie was only the size of Zong Jiu's arm, but it was big enough for the little demon to hug him like a pillow.
Long rabbit ears dangled from the boy's neck, rising and falling slightly with the rise and fall of his chest.
He was completely defenseless.
The white-haired youth stared at him for a long time before confirming that the little demon really didn't know about his arrival.
As expected … After turning into a child, not only did his special ability disappear, even his physical fitness had plummeted.
He just didn't know what the nuns had mentioned. The Pope had separated their good and evil, and had the special ability to purify. Was this a special ability given to the demon by this dungeon, or was it No. 1's own ability?
If it was his own ability, why hadn't the demon used it before?
If it was a special ability given by the dungeon, what kind of role did the little Pope play in the dungeon?
Magician thought absentmindedly. Like a nimble cat, he quietly walked to the side of the bed and sat down.
The Pope's bed was big enough for him to sit on the edge without disturbing the person sleeping in the middle of the bed.
Zong Jiu's gaze moved away from the sleeping little demon and stared blankly at the card between his fingers.
Even if the demon only had the personality of a six-year-old, the defenseless little demon in front of him was still his archenemy.
If Zong Jiu wanted to, he only needed to use a little bit of force and the card in his hand would easily cut through the demon's slender neck. The demon's main artery would rupture in his sleep, and he would die from excessive blood loss.
The adult demon's existence depended on the little demon. If the little demon died, the adult demon would probably cease to exist as well.
Just a little bit of force —
Magician opened his hand and gestured. It was easier than he had imagined.
But he didn't know why, but he realized that he had no interest in taking advantage of the situation.
Zong Jiu didn't want to kill the little demon in front of him at all.
Even if they had just confirmed that they were mortal enemies.
Maybe it was because he had set a moral bottom line for himself. No matter how crazy he was, he wouldn't harm a child. Or maybe it was because he wanted to defeat the big demon fair and square. The little demon didn't pique his interest at all.
In any case, Zong Jiu didn't think too much about it and didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Magician put away the card disinterestedly. He propped his head up and closed his eyes to meditate.
Compared to that, what the cultivator had said interested Zong Jiu more.
He didn't expect the six-year-old demon to be afraid of the dark.
How strange.
.....
It wasn't until noon that the little demon on the bed finally showed signs of movement.
The little demon slowly woke up from his sleep and instinctively hugged the doll in his arms tightly. It was only then that he noticed a blurry silhouette in the darkness not far away.
He widened his eyes in shock. The next second, he realized that the person in the darkness had lit the candlestick on the bedside table as if he was performing a magic trick.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the white-haired youth's beautiful face, making him look like Adonis, the handsome daffodil in Greek mythology.
"You're awake?"
Before he could react, Zong Jiu said lightly, "If the candles don't light up next time, remember to ask me to light them."