62. King's Game

After the rating in the studio, the trainees went to the restaurant or stayed to chat.

Zong Jiu returned to his dormitory.

Thanks to the unchanged rating, he didn't have to change his dormitory, which was very convenient.

This time was different. No C-level trainees came to bother him. The C-level trainees on the same floor watched the white-haired magician who received dramatic ratings of S and F in the two rounds of ratings slowly walk away. No one dared to disturb him.

After returning to the dormitory, Zong Jiu did nothing. He took a hot bath and went to bed.

A dreamless night.

When he woke up, Zong Jiu even felt as if he was in another world and couldn't tell where he was now.

He subconsciously closed his fingers, and when he felt a clear touch on his hands, he slowly came back to his senses.

By the way, this is a book.

If it were in reality, how could he have a pair of intact hands?

Zong Jiu lay with his head tilted back for a long time, smiled silently, and then climbed up from the bed.

After climbing up and looking at the time, he found that he had slept for almost ten hours.

Ten hours...?

Zong Jiu frowned.

No matter how sleepy he was, he would only sleep for seven hours at most. Not to mention the three hours of sleep he needed to sleep when he was touring around the world.

After a long silence, Zong Jiu subconsciously reached out his hand to touch the top of his head, fearing that a puppet line would appear there.

Of course, there was nothing there.

It was really strange, why was he so sleepy this time.

The white-haired young man shook his head and got out of bed, picking up the booklet placed next to him.

There were a few big words on the dark green cover: "King's Game Rules and Precautions"

Zong Jiu was quite interested in the King's Game that the main system talked about yesterday, so he opened the first page.

Compared to the last cruel Las Vegas, the King Game is slightly less cruel.

But it is only "slightly".

The rules of the King Game are that ten people play the game together, starting with a card of the same suit and dealing cards in order, and the one who draws the joker card is the king.

The king does not know the cards in other people's hands, nor does he know his own hidden cards. He can only randomly select two numbers from the number of the poker cards to complete any task. And the person who is selected must obey the king's order unconditionally, otherwise he will be punished.

This was originally a game played by friends or classmates to promote feelings. Now that it has been moved to the stage of the horror trainee, the main system will naturally change some of the rules.

In order to prevent trainees from killing each other or making unreasonable exploitative demands, orders can only be made by the main system, and the king's power is regulated to only randomly select people to force them to obey orders.

However, even so, this game is also a good one, at least it is really good for eliminating competitors.

The most important thing is that there is a one-tenth probability of drawing the king. As long as you become the king, you can directly get a reward of 1,000 survival points, and even participate in the prop blind box lottery. In addition, there will be generous rewards after being called upon to complete the command. This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for newcomers.

The game will be held on another top floor of the trainee dormitory.

In order to increase the atmosphere, the main system specially opened a special scene open-air bar on the top floor. It is said that there are also observation decks and infinity pools.

Like the Las Vegas casino, special activities do not require trainees to participate. Trainees can participate if they want to, and they can sleep in the dormitory for seven days if they don’t want to.

It is worth mentioning that thirteen big words are marked in red at the bottom of the last page of the rule book.

——The system deals cards, and any form of cheating is strictly prohibited.

After seeing this, Zong Jiu threw the book decisively.

He suspected that this rule was set up specifically for him, just like the "Magicians and dogs are not allowed to enter" hanging outside the Las Vegas casino in the real world.

Cheating is not allowed, it’s boring, and I can’t afford it.

Zong Jiu is a magician who can win a million chips in a minute. He has been spoiled by his appetite. He has no interest in this kind of mandatory execution game that depends on luck and cannot be manipulated.

Besides, he has no shortage of survival points for the time being, and he made a lot of money from props last time, so there is no need to covet them.

After thinking about it, Zong Jiu threw away the booklet and started to fiddle with his playing cards.

Although he squandered all his chips, he got more than 10,000 survival points for free in the famine village, which is just enough to strengthen a deck of playing cards with special attack effects on supernatural beings.

It is not a special prop, but directly using existing props to strengthen, which is equivalent to making a deck of special props out of thin air. The survival points required for this method are shockingly expensive.

Even if Zong Jiu has more than 10,000 survival points, he can only barely strengthen one deck.

But strengthening one deck is enough.

The magician's usual cards are American bicycle playing cards. This brand of playing cards has a good feel and is light. It is also the brand that magicians like to use the most. It is simple and smooth to open the fan. Even if Zong Jiu gets special props related to playing cards in other copies, if it is not this brand, he may not be able to use it smoothly.

Anyway, it is a consumable prop, just enough is enough.

So Zong Jiu was patient and let the main system strengthen the feeling one by one, and he worked until the evening.

Although he didn't have to eat, the biological clock he had developed did not change. He always felt scared if he didn't eat anything for a day.

After working until the evening, Zong Jiu collected the collected cards and was about to change his clothes and go to the restaurant to see if there was anything delicious. Suddenly, there was a "knock knock knock" knock on the door.

At this time, someone came to knock on the door. Could it be revenge?

Zong Jiu scratched his hair, grabbed a playing card in his hand, and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a B-level trainee with extremely pale skin, who looked very unfamiliar.

With this feature, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was a half-vampire, at least Zong Jiu could tell at a glance.

"Mister Magician."

The other party bowed to him first, with a sincere look on his face.

With such a good attitude, he should not be seeking revenge.

Zong Jiu nodded lazily, "What's the matter?"

This scene was not hidden or conducted in private, and many C-level trainees who were walking back and forth in the corridor saw it.

They whispered quietly.

"Look, isn't that someone from the Night Clan? Why are you looking for a magician?"

"Indeed, the image features of the people of the Night Clan are very obvious, with white skin and dark hair, and you can tell at a glance."

"When did the magician become related to the Night Clan... Isn't he the person favored by that adult? Could it be that the Night Clan wants to snatch people from that adult?"

C-level trainees are powerful in the eyes of newcomers, but they are at the bottom among old survivors, otherwise they would not be only C-level.

The lowest level of the Night Clan participating in the trainee selection is B-level, so this organization is naturally a behemoth for them. So at this moment, everyone cast a curious look.

The B-level trainee bent down and handed over a wax-sealed letter. The double-headed eagle emblem on the surface of the letter shone brightly under the dim light of the corridor.

"Your Highness sincerely invites you to have a small gathering on the top floor of the trainee dormitory tonight. Please be sure to come."

The trainees who were quietly looking at it in the corridor gasped.

"The invitation letter from the Night Clan!"

"It's actually the invitation letter from the Night Clan!"

Every large organization has formal documents and invitation letters. In the infinite loop, the invitation letter from the Night Clan is the certificate for inviting others to come to their vampire castle, and gradually it has evolved into a meaning similar to recruiting, and the approximate meaning is not much different from the offer of the top university.

When Zong Jiu heard the "Your Highness", he was stunned for a moment, and it took a moment to react that it was referring to No. 2 Fan Zhuo.

He was still a little confused.

Thinking of the puppet thread that he had pulled out of Anthony's head, Zong Jiu felt that he had to ask the other party if he had any special feelings during the process of being controlled, or the side effect of being particularly sleepy, etc. Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy will help you win every battle.

Don't hit a smiling person, this saying is applicable everywhere.

Thinking of this, Zong Jiu took the letter.

He ignored the whispers in the corridor after the B-level half-blood left, and directly closed the door with a "bang".

Just kidding, even if you want to go out, you have to change clothes, you can't go in a bathrobe.

......

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the top floor of the trainee dormitory suddenly began to distort space.

[Limited time scene: open-air bar, opened]

[The panoramic camera has been opened, and all game tables will be live-broadcasted during the open-air bar]

[The King's Game will be closed after seven days, and this scene will continue to be retained for daily entertainment purposes]

In an instant, a huge platform expanded out of thin air outside the S-level trainee dormitory, and the water in the infinity pool at the other end fell from the edge and fell into the bottomless and surging waves of the trench below, hanging down a white silk that seemed to come from the sky, which was beautiful.

If someone stood on the observation deck with a wine glass at sunset, they would be able to see the beautiful scene of fire on the horizon, and the waves on the ground were rolling and surging, which was magnificent.

There were upside-down wine glasses hanging above the bar, and the wine cabinet was filled with fine wines produced in different years in wine cellars around the world.

The bartenders stood behind the bar, with their hands crossed, respectfully waiting for the guests' instructions.

Dim warm lights were projected from the ground, artificial water was gurgling on the ground, and the guitar was playing a brisk Irish folk tune, creating a very quiet atmosphere for this open-air bar.

Originally, there was only an elevator downstairs that went directly to the top-floor S-level trainee dormitory. Now, several elevators marked as leading to the open-air bar were added out of thin air, and there were many people lined up in front of each one.

The trainees who were waiting for the special scene to start took the elevator to the top floor and discussed how the King's Game would be played.

After the white-haired young man walked in with the invitation, the elevator suddenly became quiet, as if a pause had been pressed.

Many people secretly looked at this newcomer who was the most popular, and sighed at his outstanding appearance in their hearts. Many people also noticed the double-headed eagle emblem on the young man's hand and couldn't help but open their eyes wide.

Zong Jiu chose to ignore all these sights.

As soon as he walked out of the elevator, the waiter waiting on the side quickly came over.

"Mr. Magician, please come this way, Mr. Fan Zhuo invites you."

Others stared in amazement as the white-haired young man was welcomed to the other side of the open-air bar.

The space on the top floor is very large. In addition to the swimming pool and the area dedicated to the King's Game, there is also an aerial teahouse dedicated to the trainees' gatherings, but only trainees above level A have the right to use it.

At this time, no one is interested in coming to drink tea, and most teahouses are dark.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Zong Jiu walked over here, he seemed to see the cold light of puppet silk flashing in the darkness.

The waiter took him to the door of a glass teahouse in the sky.

Pushing the door open, a man in black and gold military uniform was standing in front of the mural hanging in the teahouse with his back to him.

On the other side, Anthony was standing silently by the wall, and he didn't dare to show any hostility when he saw Zong Jiu coming.

The air was filled with wisps of incense, and boiling hot tea was boiling on the hot stove, emitting bursts of tea fragrance.

After hearing the footsteps, Fan Zhuo slowly turned around.

After seeing the white-haired young man, the innate coldness in his dark red eyes did not weaken at all.

"You are here."

He said coldly, "My fiancé."