"Trainees in the next dungeon won't be able to bring any special items, and all physical enhancements will be reset to zero. With the ten-sided die, you can choose a path and a fixed skill to enhance. You can use the number of points rolled from the die to determine the path. "
After demonstrating how the ten-sided die should be rotated, the devil's hand still had no intention of moving away. It still rested on Zong Jiu's shoulder naturally and even seemed to slide down.
Zong Jiu reached out coldly and flung the devil's hand off his shoulder.
The devil wasn't discouraged. He smiled and picked up a strand of Magician's long silver hair, playing with it between his fingers. His posture was casual and ambiguous.
Just by standing there and doing nothing, they made others feel an unusual and untouchable atmosphere.
Looking at this series of familiar movements in the live broadcast room, the survivors who had just clamored that No. 1 and No. 9 had absolutely nothing to do with each other also fell silent.
The slap in the face came so quickly that it caught them off guard.
Many of the fanatical followers were still struggling.
[That's right, isn't it normal to have a bed partner?]
[That's right, what's the fuss about? Don't you have a bed partner to satisfy your physiological needs in the infinite loop? Please, you're all adults, can you stop acting like you haven't seen the world? I'm speechless.]
[No. 9 can climb into No. 1's bed, that's his ability. If you're good looking and strong, you can do it too.]
Their stubbornness quickly angered Magician's die-hard fans.
That's right, Zong Jiu had accumulated a lot of die-hard fans in the previous dungeon. After he successfully became No. 9, the number of die-hard fans increased. Although they weren't as fanatical as the devil's fans, they were extremely loyal and had great ability to sell out.
Magician's fan club rolled up their sleeves and went up to him.
[Please, look at the postures of the two big bosses in the studio. It looks like your boss is trying to get Magician's attention.]
[That's right, even the panoramic camera can't cure your blindness? Can't you see Magician hit your boss's hand off with a cold expression? If you insist on saying that she climbed into bed, you're not even fit to carry her shoes. 23333]
[You followers are hilarious. Yesterday at the masquerade ball, someone mistook Magician for your master and insisted that the one wearing the black gloves was No.1. You can't even recognize your master. What a joke!]
What happened at the masquerade ball was still a pain in the hearts of the followers that couldn't be erased.
Back then, they had fooled around with this matter. Because there were so many of them, the forum did not dare to post about them. Now that the old matter was brought up again, the two sides started a war of words.
On the other hand, in the studio, all the trainees lowered their heads after receiving so much information. They were more concerned about their own safety. Very few of them raised their heads to look at the situation on the S-class throne.
No. 3's sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted. His brain began to work quickly, thinking about the corresponding countermeasures.
His body enhancement would be reset to zero?!
This was indeed something Zhuge An did not expect.
He expected that the Super S-class dungeon would not be so simple, but he did not expect the rules to be so harsh.
Zong Jiu also sat in his seat and pondered.
The rules of the game that the main system let the devil announce were similar to the board games he played in his previous life.
Before the game started, everyone would have an identity card with a limited number of values. For example, the number of health points, the number of appearance points, the number of intelligence points. All abilities would be marked and materialized with numbers.
For example, Zong Jiu had activated the disguise skill in advance. Before entering the dungeon, he had to make a disguise judgment on his appearance.
His disguise skill points were 50 points, so as long as he rolled a dice that was less than 50 points, the system would judge his disguise as a success. On the other hand, if he rolled a dice that was more than 50 points, the disguise would fail.
That's right, the points were reversed. The higher the number, the more unfortunate it was. The lower the number, the luckier it was.
After the main system judged that the disguise had failed, even if Zong Jiu cut his hair and painted his face with black paint, in the eyes of the dungeon NPCs, he would still look exactly the same as before without disguise. It would be considered a useless effort.
It could be said that in the next dungeon, the number of points rolled by the dice represented everything.
In this way, as long as the trainees were lucky enough to be judged successfully every time, it would not be a dream to pass through the Super S-class dungeon unscathed.
With such an introduction, the rules immediately aroused the enthusiasm of all the trainees.
"Boom — —" Everyone started to discuss.
The trainees chattered. "If we can judge with just the number of points on the dice, then wouldn't our chances be greatly increased?"
"Indeed, a normal Super S-class dungeon does not allow special items. But as long as the number of points is small enough, these ten-sided dice can do something that cannot be done. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle."
It was indeed a miracle. It was not an exaggeration to say that these two little ten-sided dice were not inferior to any Super S-class items.
For example, among the skills that had just been demonstrated, there was an "Inspiration" skill. As long as the number of points rolled by the dice passed the judgment, a valuable clue could be obtained from the main system out of thin air. If this were in other dungeons, the value of a clue was self-evident. It was a good thing that no one dared to think about.
Not to mention a stealing skill like "Miracle Hands." Normal trainees would not think of stealing from NPCs. Even if they had the intention, they did not have the guts to do so. Not to mention, when they encountered danger, they could even use "Dodge" by rolling the dice. If the dodge was judged to be successful, they would not even be injured.
Lucky King could do whatever he wanted!
Everyone was excited. Each one of them was jumping with joy, sweeping away the gloomy atmosphere from before.
Humans were strange creatures. When it came to strength, everyone would shrink back. When it came to luck, everyone would immediately attack.
No one would think that they were unlucky. Everyone felt that they were the ones who were favored by God. Even the eternally unlucky Tokumon had the illusion that he would be lucky next time, not to mention the other normal people.
It was obvious that the tutor appointed by the main system did not intend to be responsible for explaining to the trainees bit by bit.
After a few casual words, the devil waved his hand and gave everyone an ID card. He told them to go back to the dormitory and follow the rules according to their own rules. Then, he began to focus on harassing Magician.
Zong Jiu was so annoyed by him that he did not even look at the ID card. He grabbed two ten-sided dice and walked to the elevator behind him. He walked out of the panoramic camera's range of coverage.
"Don't be so anxious."
The black-haired devil blew behind his ear flirtatiously. "It's a very serious accusation to say that a man's skills are bad. You can try it with me in bed before you come to a conclusion."
He looked up at the reddish-gold earrings that were hidden behind the young man's white hair. His eyes darkened. His hand that was hanging below lightly tapped Magician's pants pocket. His voice was hoarse at the end.
"Any night from now. Of course, the day is fine too. I'll be waiting for you anytime. "
Zong Jiu understood the hidden meaning behind his words. His expression turned even more hostile.
He was referring to the room card he had stuffed into Zong Jiu's hand during the King's Game. Also, it reminded him of how he had felt when he had received the roses at the Las Vegas casino.
Now, he was taking a roundabout route with him. It seemed like he was asking a question but in reality, he was pressuring him step by step, not giving him any room to retreat.
Magician sneered. "You can try. Let's see if you get what you want first or if I stab you in the heart first."
The devil pinched his chin and considered his suggestion seriously.
They were still mortal enemies. Even if both sides were unwilling to kill each other for various reasons, the most fundamental hostility between them had not changed.
The devil had never been a patient person.
There were not many things that could catch his eye. Even if he was interested, he would only choose the simplest and most violent way to take it.
He did not know how to cherish nor love. Merely possessing was enough to satisfy him.
"Not a bad idea. I'll consider it."
The man nodded seriously, his dark golden eyes filled with agreement.
Most of the time, pain only made him more excited.
What an unreasonable lunatic.
Zong Jiu didn't have the desire to continue talking and turned to leave.
The devil's voice sounded aggrieved. "You're so patient with me when I was a child but so cold to me when I'm an adult. You're so cruel."
"Because you wouldn't have wanted to sleep with me when you were a child. I was even cuter than you."
Magician threw the sentence coldly and left.
The black-haired devil shrugged, his fingertips brushing past the rose petal on his chest.
What was the use of being cute?
The little devil hugged his bunny doll tightly no matter where he went. That was because he didn't have enough strength when he was a child. Hence, he would always keep something with his mark by his side, afraid that the doll would disappear if he let go.
But he didn't need to.
An experienced hunter with enough strength and experience would only wait for his prey to walk into his trap.
Of course, that was only until his patience ran out.
The black-haired man lowered his head and kissed the cold dew on the rose petal.
He couldn't wait for that day to come.
.....
After leaving the studio, Zong Jiu went to the conference room on the top floor.
There was a meeting room here that had been reserved by the Anti-Demon Alliance for daily activities.
With five Level S bosses, it was easy for them to take over the conference room.
The interior of the room had been renovated into Zhuge An's favorite Zen style. There was a black and white chess set on the table and incense was burning. It was refreshing to walk in.
When Zong Jiu walked in, there was already someone sitting in the room.
The Yin Yang Master was sitting cross-legged on a futon with two ten-sided dice in front of him and a wooden fish in front of him. He was holding his breath and meditating quietly.
"Hmm? Didn't the exorcist say that you were in the room? Why are you out? "
Zong Jiu was still amazed by Tokumon's self-healing ability when he turned around and saw this scene. He couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Tokumon closed his eyes when he heard the voice.
Because of his social death, he had curled himself up in his bed in his room.
The main system connected him to the live broadcast in the studio and immediately woke him up from his half-asleep state.
"I'm consecrating them, I hope they can take care of me a little …"
Tokumon answered weakly with a painful mask on his face.
The smaller the number, the better. What if he could fool the dice?
After all, he could really die if he relied on luck! Really!