Tokumon couldn't sit still under such a tense and anxious wait.
He sat on the high throne and stared intently at the empty studio below.
Generally speaking, even if they entered different dungeons, the main system would control the dungeon flow to be the same. Just like the main system told Tokumon that the trainees would return to the studio in three hours, they would definitely return in three hours.
The Yin Yang Master waited until he suddenly realized a problem.
"Wait, the main system of the Crazy Circus Dungeon can't even be contacted. Can the Magician really rush back in the time set by the main system?"
The main system gave an uncertain answer to his question.
[The energy of the sub-system will only run out in three hours.]
Tsuchimikado understood the meaning behind the main system's words.
If the Magician didn't return before the energy of the sub-system ran out, there was probably no hope. Even the central hub connected to the main system was gone. If he had to use an analogy, it was equivalent to wanting to go home but not being able to find the way home. Without the space coordinates of the trainees' dormitory, he would probably have to stay there forever.
"No, the Magician will definitely come back."
He was so nervous that his fists were curled up and his eyes were trembling.
It was also at this moment that Tokumon suddenly remembered the huge golden birdcage in the dark room, the black bed covered with rose petals, and the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror standing in front of the cage.
Although he had been thrown into the sea at that time, the Yin Yang Master's jaw had almost dropped when he realized that No. 1 really had ulterior motives towards the Magician. But now, Tokumon really hoped that the tutor could use his authority to at least take responsibility for his ill intentions.
The key that the Magician gave him was most likely given to him by No. 1. It would be better to be a good person to the end, please.
Just as Tokumon was letting his imagination run wild, there was a sudden movement in the silent hall.
The Yin Yang Master suddenly stood up from the throne.
In the next second, a white light representing a spatial transfer flashed in the empty room.
Like a signal, after the first white light lit up, more than a hundred white lights appeared one after another.
After the light faded, the trainees also appeared from the spatial transfer.
Most people were not in a good state.
Their faces were either pale or their lips were purple. Many of them had torn clothes on their shoulders, revealing the black festering skin on their backs. Livor mortis had already appeared on their withered skin. Some of them even had half of their faces turned into zombies.
These trainees' eyes were unfocused, like birds startled by the twang of a bow. When they saw that they had indeed returned to the trainees' dormitory, they slumped to the ground as if they had lost all their strength, unable to regain their senses for a long time.
The speed of spatial transference was very fast.
Because they all came out from the same Instance Dungeon, everyone was transferred in the same batch. There was no saying that anyone was faster than anyone else. They all arrived at the same time.
Tokumon stared at the throne next to him, his hands trembling on the armrest.
However, he was destined to be disappointed. Until the main system's voice sounded, he did not see anyone appear on the throne.
[All trainees have gathered. The final round of rating will begin soon.]
[Panoramic camera activated successfully.]
The next second, the survivors who had been waiting outside the live broadcast room for a long time swarmed in.
Because it was a Super S Level Instance Dungeon, the main system could not activate the live broadcast room. Therefore, the survivors in the endless loop had no idea about the process and results of the last round of selection.
They did not know what the last Super S Level Instance Dungeon was like. Even if they wanted to see, they could only watch part of the recording that the main system would release later.
[It's here, it's here. F * ck, I haven't watched the live broadcast for seven whole days. I'm going to die of boredom.]
[Me too, me too. I've been bored in the Instance Dungeon for the past few days. Now, finally, my source of happiness is back!]
[Speaking of which, this should be the last round of the Instance Dungeon, right? Didn't the main system say that after this Instance Dungeon is the Final Battle Instance Dungeon?]
[Oh my god, that's fast … Why do I feel like the first round of the Thriller Trainee Competition was only held yesterday? How did we reach the Final Battle Instance Dungeon so soon?]
Everyone was chattering away. When the screen of the live broadcast room completely lit up and they saw the scene in front of them, the topic changed again.
[Oh my god, looking at the scene, this is too tragic …]
It was not just tragic. Most of the trainees were still in the stage where their minds were affected by the Resentful Bell. Even after they returned, they were like walking corpses. They could not recover from the environment that was full of resentment for a while.
[It really is a Super S Level Instance Dungeon, huh? These big shots are all like this. It's hard to imagine what would happen if I went in. I guess there wouldn't be anything left of me.]
[Indeed, and what's even scarier is, have you realized … there are almost no people left on the steps of the Level C trainees?]
[I've been shaking for a long time. Do you remember how many people there were before we entered the Instance Dungeon? There were more than 1,500 of them. Now that they're back … I dare say that less than one in ten are still alive. Sigh.]
This bullet screen was right.
It was indeed less than one in ten.
Originally, there were trainees from Level S to Level A, B, and Level C in the studio.
After they returned this time, the number of more than a thousand people suddenly decreased sharply. There were only three Level C trainees left standing on the steps. All of them were dying. The survival rate was so low that it made one's hair stand on end.
"How can there be so few people left?"
The exorcist who had just returned raised his head and was in shock.
[Current number of survivors in the studio: 112]
No one spoke.
They clearly remembered that during the last 30 seconds of the broadcast in the orphanage, the main system had said that there were 251 people left.
No one would have thought that in just thirty seconds, another half of the two hundred and fifty trainees would lose their lives forever.
However, this was not enough.
Since the main system had already stated that only one hundred trainees could survive and debut in the Thriller Trainee Competition, after this level evaluation, all the trainees who had received a C-grade evaluation and those who had fallen to C-grade after this level evaluation would be eliminated.
[Did any of you notice? The throne at the top …]
On the throne at the top of the studio, the seats that belonged to No. 1 and No. 9 were empty.
No. 1 was the seat that the big shot had given up. No. 9, however, was not in any special situation.
After the main system had confirmed that all the trainees had returned to the studio, no one else had appeared. The meaning behind this was self-evident.
Immediately, the bullet screen exploded.
[It can't be. The Magician is Level S! Level S is a seeded player. He is guaranteed to be sent to the final dungeon. How could something go wrong midway?]
[That's right. He is the Magician who always brings about miracles. How could he not come back? I'm going to burst into tears.]
[Upstairs, don't be so confident. In the previous group dungeon, the top psychics were all gone.]
[I'm really cracked. I'm still waiting for the Magician to bring me out of here. 55555]
Not only the bullet screen, but many trainees had also noticed this.
Zhuge An, who was sitting in the No. 3 seat, did not even immediately exchange for 500 healing points from the main system. Instead, he turned his head to look at the ninth throne beside him.
What disappointed him was that there was no one on it.
The black-haired man pursed his thin lips. Traces of blood flowed down his fingertips and dripped onto the ground. He closed his eyes deeply.
What Zhuge An did not notice was that beside him, Fan Zhuo was staring at the drop of dark red blood that had fallen to the ground. A flash of astonishment flashed through his dark red eyes.
.....
In the dim room, the shadows that had accumulated on the ground swam.
In the next second, after the darkness faded, the tip of a black leather shoe suddenly appeared.
The man held a tattered black umbrella in his hand. His face was so gloomy that ink was about to drip out.
His usually spotless and neat suit was now stained with dust. A piece of the hem was even shaved off, as if it had been corroded by something unknown. It was a ghastly sight.
The devil had not been in such a sorry state for a long, long time.
He was the embodiment of the malice of a high-level plane. In terms of status, he was not inferior to the evil gods. If he had to fight, he could have fought to a draw with the help of his home ground.
No matter what, it was impossible for him to die. As long as there was evil in people's hearts, the devil was almost eternal.
However, even in such a sorry state, he had not been able to bring her back.
To be precise, whether it was the devil or the evil gods, neither side had gained any advantage.
Because of the devil's interference, Sabu Nicholas had not been able to successfully spend the night with the human she had taken a fancy to.
They were facing each other head-on.
The shadow that rose from the ground cut off the tentacles of the sky like a sharp thorn. The Supreme Mother Goddess let out a furious and indescribable cry.
It was a battle that was higher than the plane.
It only lasted for ten seconds before the Super S level plane suddenly collapsed because it could not withstand it.
At the moment when the space collapsed, Magician, who was wrapped in the tentacles, was suddenly swept away by the space turbulence caused by the collapse of the dungeon. He disappeared without a trace.
The two non-humans were engaged in a fierce battle, and neither of them was able to stop the other in time.
When they noticed this, there was no need to fight anymore.
Sabu Nicholas was an evil god who controlled reproduction and desire. She was not Yog-Sothoth who controlled time and space. The devil had used his natural ability to leave. She could not stop him.
"Main System, use your authority as a teacher to lock onto Magician's coordinates."
The black-haired man threw away the umbrella in his hand and stepped out of the shadow with a sinister expression.
[Are you crazy?]
The main system's voice did not fluctuate at all. [He came from a high-level world.]
Its meaning was very clear.
Magician came from a high-level world. He would only be an obstacle to the plan between it and the devil. He would not be of any help. He might even cause their plan to fail.
If such a person died, it would definitely be a good thing. It was not worth it at all. There was no need to care.
"Crazy?"
The devil said coldly. "You should have thought of this when you cooperated with me."
The man stared at the huge golden cage. Extremely complicated and obscure emotions surged in his dark golden pupils.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of that stormy night.
After Magician's question and answer game ended, it was followed by the devil's game.
He had given the key to Magician. However, Magician did not bother to use it at all.
Although the winner and loser of this game had not been defined, at this moment, the devil suddenly understood.
He had lost long ago.
A crushing defeat.