Zong Jiu felt that he was too smart, so smart that he could not be found anywhere else in the world.
He followed the hateful face of the devil in his memory and shortened his long black hair, tying it into a braid that hung over his shoulders. Then, he pulled at his fringe twice and fixed the hair that was supposed to be fixed semi-permanently.
After he was done with his hairstyle, he picked out a black suit that had not changed for the past 10,000 years, paired it with a dark gray vest and a dark red tie. He even took into account the details of the gold stripe on the tie knot. In addition to the tie clip, there was a grayish-silver ancient Egyptian cross on his chest that symbolized immortality. Even the length of the chain hanging down was exactly the same as the one on the chest of the original No. 1. It was a fair trade.
This was a piece of cake for Zong Jiu. After all, the person who knew a person the best was not a friend, but a rival.
As a qualified rival, Zong Jiu could recite No. 1's clothes and appearance even with his eyes closed. He was sure that his version of No. 1 was not much worse than the original! This was the cultivation of a rival!
After putting on the black leather shoes, Zong Jiu looked at himself in the water mirror and fell into an awkward silence.
It had to be said that No. 1's outfit and Zong Jiu's own face made him feel uncomfortable at first glance. It even made him feel a little creepy.
He quickly picked out an ordinary black mask and put it on his forehead. He looked at the masked person inside and sighed in relief.
This time, he looked at the water mirror and felt that his fists had hardened!
Zong Jiu enlarged the figure in the water mirror and changed the details of the figure bit by bit.
It was also at this time that the modeling house kindly reminded him that he needed to retain three distinctive features, excluding the face.
Zong Jiu fell into deep thought.
He really could not think of anything. His slender fingers gently slid over the suggestions on the water mirror to see what suggestions it could give him.
[1. Retain the unique smell on your body.]
Zong Jiu was speechless.
He lowered his head with a strange expression and sniffed himself, but he did not smell anything special.
But since the main system said there was, then there was. Anyway, if he couldn't smell Zong Jiu, how could others be able to smell it?
He hesitated for a moment before selecting this option.
[2. The hands of a magician.]
Zong Jiu looked at his hands in the mirror.
His joints were clearly defined, and his thumb and index finger had very obvious protrusions. At first glance, it was obvious that he had played a lot of cards and belonged to a magician's hands.
Although his body had become younger and his hands had become stronger, Zong Jiu would still subconsciously repeat the magician's finger exercises that he did before he transmigrated into this world every night before he fell asleep. Occasionally, when he was bored, he would unconsciously flip the cards in his hands and do some fancy tricks.
The Thriller Trainee Competition had been going on for almost half a year. It was normal for a thin layer of calluses to appear on his hands.
The calluses on the magician's fingers were very special. It was different from the calluses that came from holding guns for a long time. It wasn't unexpected that the main system would bring it up.
Anyway, No. 1's standard equipment included a black leather tactical half-finger glove that could cover half of his fingers. Zong Jiu gave it a try and realized that the main system did not prompt him to deliberately hide his distinctive features. Therefore, he happily selected this option and turned around to put on the glove.
When Zong Jiu was done, he looked down and realized that there were all kinds of options. Some suggested that he adjust his height back to normal, while others suggested that he keep his superior body proportions.
Zong Jiu: No, height is definitely not a good idea!
If the devil's height was lowered, others would immediately notice that something was wrong. It definitely wasn't because Zong Jiu wanted to experience the feeling of looking down on others.
He compared the options and decided to keep the skin color option. The main reason was that even though No. 1 was crazy, he was wearing a proper three-piece suit and gloves. It was wrapped so tightly that it was hard to tell.
After Zong Jiu finished designing everything, he mimicked the devil and struck a few flashy poses in front of the mirror. When he felt that everything was fine, he clicked save and left the styling room.
The stylist who had been guarding the door waved a handkerchief at him and shouted, "Sir, are you sure you don't want to consider it? Your body and appearance are the best I've ever seen. I can guarantee that you'll be reborn in my hands. You'll only be able to dress up once and countless times. You'll fall in love with that feeling!!! "
Zong Jiu: Thank you, but there's no need for that.
He felt that his idea was much better than dressing up as a girl.
First of all, with No. 1's status in the hearts of those who wanted to survive, no one would dare to pretend to be him.
Also, when people heard about a masquerade party, their first thought would not be to dress up as a famous trainee. Instead, they would follow the crowd's train of thought and assume that it was a girl's costume.
Moreover, Zong Jiu felt that he could even intimidate others by going there in this outfit and enjoy some peace and quiet.
Most importantly, No. 1 had used his authority as a mentor and the main system to organize this masquerade party. In fact, it was a secret challenge to Zong Jiu. It was a blatant provocation.
How could Zong Jiu tolerate the blatant provocation of his archenemy?
He had to provoke him back!
Since No. 1 had given him an open scheme, then Zong Jiu would return the favor.
He did not believe that the devil would not approach him after seeing his outfit.
What was Zong Jiu's mission?
He had to find No. 1 in the crowd and expose his identity in front of everyone.
If the devil approached him, what else could it be other than giving him his head? Zong Jiu felt that he was a genius to be able to reap without sowing. Not only could he provoke his opponent, but he could also enjoy the fruits of others' labor.
He was looking forward to No. 1's expression on the day of the party when he saw his outfit.
.....
For the next half a month, Zong Jiu had nothing to do.
Originally, it was time for the trainees to rest, but Zong Jiu felt that it was too long. It was not as fun as going through Instance Dungeons.
So he did nothing. Every day, he squatted in his room and brought in a lot of books. He sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace and read while petting his cat. His days were quite leisurely.
The other trainees had much more fun than Zong Jiu. The trainees' dormitory was well-equipped. Even after the King's Game and Halloween events were closed, the bar on the top floor and the Rainbow Amusement Park remained.
Many trainees went to the Rainbow Amusement Park to savor the experience. Previously, they were on a mission, so they didn't have a good time. Now that they could play freely, they went crazy. It was said that there was even a trainee who went for a deep-diving project and almost lost his life at the bottom of the sea.
It was quite strange that he did not die in the Instance Dungeon or Special Event, but almost became the first trainee to die during his break time.
After more than ten days, Zong Jiu felt a little bored, so he strolled to the other alliances' rooms.
No. 2 Fan Zhuo was not in his room. It was said that the leader of the Night people dragged his subordinates to the golf course every day. He had a unique hobby.
No. 3 Zhuge An could not find him either. After asking around, he found out that he reported to the beach at the Rainbow Amusement Park on time every day. He sat on the Floating Pagoda and fished leisurely for the whole day.
This hobby sounded like Zhuge An.
No. 4 Exorcist was in the dormitory. He even invited Zong Jiu to take a look.
As soon as Zong Jiu stepped in, he was shocked by the dark medieval witchcraft style of his dormitory. There were all kinds of strange props hanging everywhere. Some of them were even special props. He could feel the cold aura from them without getting close.
If he had to describe it, the decoration style was very similar to the dirty basement of the exorcist in the famous horror movie "Annabelle".
The exorcist explained enthusiastically, "Oh, my colleagues all know about this little hobby of mine. It's rare to invite a guest to my dormitory, so please don't be shy."
Zong Jiu took the tea and chatted with him for a while. Then he waved goodbye.
Next was No. 10 Onmyoji Tokumon. What he did not expect was that Zong Jiu actually also pounced on empty air.
This was really strange. The few times that Zong Jiu had come to talk to Tsuchimikado about something, the Yin-Yang Master had always stayed in his dorm to play games. He was the type that would play games day and night.
He shook his head and went to Xu Su's dormitory to take a look.
Xu Su was also not in the dormitory.
Ever since the incident last time, Xu Su seemed to have become a different person. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had grown up by ten years.
In the past, whenever he had time to rest, he would definitely go to the amusement park. He would play games in the dormitory and go to all kinds of fun places in the indoor city.
This time, Xu Su did not even stay in the dormitory. A few days ago, Zong Jiu asked him and found out that he had spent survival points to open a VR training room in the main system. He practiced black witchcraft every day in the room. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had forgotten to eat and sleep. A few people, such as Zhong Yiyuan and Anthony, were also influenced by his spirit. It was said that they had followed him to take care of him these days.
It was a good thing that he could be diligent.
Zong Jiu sighed. He was about to go back to the dormitory to continue reading the book that he had not finished. To his surprise, he bumped into an unexpected person.
The person was dressed very strangely. One of his eyes was covered, and only the other was exposed. It shone with a malicious light.
The clothes he was wearing were a little like that of an ethnic minority. There was a string of silver ornaments hanging on his head and the corners of his clothes. A part of his waist was exposed in the middle, and the wide pants below looked like a long skirt. He was wearing a pair of cloth shoes.
Zong Jiu glanced at him and looked away disinterestedly. He continued walking.
Unexpectedly, the A-level trainee was the first to speak. Her tone was full of contempt.
"Are you the magician Zong Jiu?"
Whoa, there were not many people who would talk to him like that these days.
The white-haired young man turned sideways and sized him up. "Who are you?"
It was only two words. They were not very harmful, but they were extremely insulting.
The Level A trainee's face immediately turned red. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. "… I'm telling you, the Level S throne will be mine."
This person was really sick in the head. However, with him jumping up and talking, Zong Jiu remembered his identity.
This time, there were three Level A trainees who had received a Level S rating. The guy in front of him seemed to be one of them.
Zong Jiu shrugged. "Good luck."
He did not stop. He put his hands in his pockets, exposed his back to the guy, and walked away.