After that, they did not discuss anything else. Since the main system determined most of their abilities, all they could do was choose their own path and leave it to fate.
When choosing the special items, Zong Jiu hesitated for a moment between Joker and Mad Hatter's name cards, as well as Iruka's silver coin.
There was no doubt that although Joker and Mad Hatter's name cards were only B-grade, their combat power was not to be underestimated. During the Halloween event, Zong Jiu saw Joker stuffing another ghost NPC's head into the trash can with his own eyes. The scene was as bloody and violent as one could imagine. Of course, Mad Hatter was not to be outdone in this aspect.
However, the next dungeon was purely based on luck, so it seemed that luck was more important.
Iruka's silver coin was a B-grade item that Zong Jiu obtained from Sister Moni in the Judgement Day dungeon. It could turn the user into an invincible lucky person who was blessed by God for ten minutes.
In fact, when he came back later, he found out that Anthony, Zhong Yiyuan, and Xu Su had also obtained some strange special items from their family members in the Judgement Day dungeon.
Of course, it was more profitable to bring the silver coin into this dungeon.
Zong Jiu did not think for long before he chose Iruka's silver coin as a binding item and filled it in the item column of his identity card.
However, Tokumon looked a little hesitant. "The next dungeon won't be a supernatural one, right?"
The exorcist kindly reminded him that the next dungeon would strip the trainees of all their physical enhancements.
Tokumon was overjoyed when he thought about how he had become increasingly unlucky after inheriting the onmyoji's ability. Now that he had a chance to sneak into Europe, he was overjoyed.
However, after the happiness, came the worry.
The onmyoji's ability had its advantages and disadvantages.
If the next dungeon was a supernatural one, Tokumon, who had lost his ability but still had high Spiritual Perception, would become a delicious piece of cake in the eyes of all the ghosts.
In that case, Tokumon would have to consider bringing along a supernatural item. It was better than nothing.
"No."
This time, it was Zhuge An who answered him.
The black-haired Military Advisor stood where he was, holding his Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Plate in his hands. He paced around the quiet room, occasionally lowering his head to fiddle with it.
Everyone looked at his movements. After a long while, he raised the Eight Trigrams Plate with an unfathomable look on his face. "The next dungeon isn't a supernatural one. You just have to bring your functional items."
It was good to have a prophet.
The Yin Yang Master breathed a sigh of relief and turned to worry about his full Backpack.
Zong Jiu was about to put down his ID card when he received an unexpected message from the main system.
[Level S trainee Zhuge An has spent 20,000 survival points to transfer the right to carry items in the dungeon to you.]
He abruptly raised his head, only to see the other person say indifferently, "Bring your other B-grade item as well."
Zong Jiu only had two B-Grade items. Even if he had the silver coins, he would not be able to bring the Joker and Mad Hatter cards. From the way Zhuge An acted, it was obvious that he knew what kind of item he had and had to make a choice.
"You're not bringing any items?"
Only Level S trainees had the right to carry items. If Zhuge An transferred the right to him, he would not be able to bring any items himself.
"I don't need them."
The latter shook his head, his expression serious. "The Eight Trigrams Plate shows that you will face a disaster in the next dungeon. You can't do without these two items. You might be able to survive."
That serious?
Not only Zong Jiu, but the other people in the meeting room were also surprised.
The Magician's ability was obvious to all. Even without all his enhancements and items, Zong Jiu's ID card was still quite outstanding. His Charm skill alone had 70 points. Throwing the die was equivalent to a 70% success rate. As long as he was lucky, he would be able to complete the dungeon.
Furthermore, the death of a top Psychic in the group dungeon was already shocking enough. In everyone's mind, Level S trainees were guaranteed spots. It was impossible for them to die before the final dungeon. Now, Zhuge An was confidently saying that the Magician's life would be in danger in the next dungeon. How could they not be surprised?
"Are you exaggerating?"
Tokumon was the first to scratch his head. "Since the next dungeon is a group dungeon, we'll just have to take care of each other."
Xu Su also nodded. If the Magician was in danger, he would definitely rush in front of Zong Jiu and take the bullet for him.
Everyone in the meeting room knew that Zong Jiu was the savior in Guiguzi's prophecy. Since they had gathered together for a common purpose, ensuring the safety of the savior was naturally a basic prerequisite.
Zhuge An did not say anything. Instead, he looked at the Yin Yang Master meaningfully. The latter's heart skipped a beat.
Other than this episode, there was not much to discuss today.
There were not many things that could be decided by the trainees. With the Super Level S dungeon in front of them, the atmosphere was very tense. The veteran survivor could tell at a glance that the two ten-sided dice and the new rules were the same old stuff. Although it was simpler than expected, it wasn't that simple.
In a few words, the issues and the situation of this meeting were all explained clearly. The meeting was ready to end.
Just before the meeting was over, the exorcist suddenly came over and asked with slight concern, "Magician, No.1 and you …"
Since the beginning of the masquerade ball, the unusual atmosphere between the newly appointed No.9 and No.1 had attracted everyone's attention.
If it had been someone else, it would have been fine. However, it was a little strange when it came to the prophecy's savior and the great demon king.
The Super Level S players were much more serious than the other low-level survivors and those who were watching the live broadcast. Everyone was concerned about whether Zong Jiu was being controlled or threatened.
"It's fine." Zong Jiu waved his hand.
Since they had already asked and confirmed that there was nothing wrong, everyone left one after another.
Zhuge An, on the other hand, walked at the back, looking like he still had something to say.
Magician stopped and waited for him to speak.
Zhuge An looked at him with a complicated expression. "The solution lies with No.1."
Zong Jiu: "…?"
He stared blankly for a good while before reaching out to touch Zhuge An's head.
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"You mean, I still need his help in the dungeon?" Zong Jiu asked in disbelief.
Magician looked at him as if he was an idiot, full of disdain for his intelligence. "Who asked you to ask him for help? Don't you know how to fool people? Do you need me to teach you? "
Good heavens, compared to a three-faced spy like you, it's not worth mentioning.
Zong Jiu cursed in his heart and nodded, taking the words to heart.
.....
Soon, a month of rest had passed.
Finally, it was the day of the Super Level S dungeon.
As this was the last dungeon released by the main system, many trainees were too nervous to sleep.
This morning, when there were still two hours before the assembly time, the studio was already filled with people.
Half a year of the Thriller Trainee Competition, the pressure from the dungeons and special events was much greater than the endless cycle of dungeons. Up until now, the trainees were all exhausted. No matter the outcome, they just wanted it to end as soon as possible.
Of course, due to the main system's creation of the ten-sided die, many of the weaker trainees who did not even dare to dream of getting a spot were now as excited as if they were on steroids.
[Who would have thought … the last dungeon is based on luck? Amazing!]
[Indeed, no one would have thought that the main system would do something like this. No wonder many of the veteran survivors in the studio were not looking too good. Originally, they were ahead of others with their bloodline and equipment. Now, these low-level survivors might be able to survive the next dungeon with luck. Unfortunately, there are only a hundred spots. There are too many monks and too little gruel. It's difficult.]
[I don't care about the rest, I just hope that the Super Level S dungeon will not change. Amitabha.]
Zong Jiu was still wearing his khaki trench coat today. He put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the elevator.
A month later, Tokumon's scarred soul had been healed. He appeared on the No.10 throne without any change in expression or heartbeat. When Zong Jiu walked over, he was still holding a glass of Fat House Happy Water with ice in his hand.
"Do you want a drink?"
The Yin Yang Master raised the glass in his hand at him.
"No need."
After Zong Jiu declined, he walked to his seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the dungeon to begin.
Before sitting down, he purposely turned his head to look at the No.1 seat.
Ever since the Devil publicly announced his withdrawal from the contestants' seats, the No.1 seat had become ownerless.
Even the trainees' dormitory had a new No.1 room added to his original dormitory. The Devil's room had become an instructor's exclusive room.
The main system also kindly reminded No.9 that the adjustment of the dormitory did not affect the use of the original room card.
Soon, the main system's cold voice came from the hall.
[Time is up. The studio has been locked down.]
The surrounding tapestry curtains slowly fell down, blocking the light that shone in from outside the window.
The trainees' nervous expressions became even more serious. The tense atmosphere lingered in the crowd.
[Confirming the removal of the trainees' bloodline abilities. Temporarily sealing the special items. Please wait …]
All the trainees with special bloodlines felt their bodies become heavy.
Fan Zhuo, who sat on the second throne, had a determined expression. He was unmoved.
He had long since requested that all the Night people remove their bloodline abilities in advance in the past month. They entered the main system's combat simulation room for at least an hour every day to train. This was to prevent situations where their bodies could not adapt to the new dungeon.
Soon, all the trainees were restored to their initial state.
Zong Jiu lowered his head and moved his hands. He skillfully fanned a new deck of cards.
It was not much different from when his hands were not injured in his previous life. The only difference was that his flexibility was greatly reduced compared to before the strengthening.
In other words, he could perform card magic now, but if he wanted to throw a card out and easily pin someone to the wall like before, that would be a dream.
It was fine as long as his hands were fine.
Zong Jiu carelessly put the cards back into his pocket.
[Next, you will begin to draw the main mission …]
[Trainees, please turn the two ten-sided dice in your hands to pass a Luck check.]
[Each trainee's Luck and Rationality are 50 points.]
[The lower the points, the lower the difficulty of the next dungeon's main mission. The higher the points, the higher the difficulty of the next dungeon's main mission.]
Tokumon, who had removed his Yin Yang Master ability, rubbed his hands together and was eager to try.