Destroy the dungeon?
No one spoke for a while, only the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
The Magician's knuckles were still tapping rhythmically on the table, one tap after another, as if he was tapping on everyone's heart.
Under the dim light, everyone's expression was very intuitive.
No.2 still had the same unsmiling expression. Tokumon felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, so he smiled to smooth things over. The other two class monitors obviously didn't believe it.
Only The Dark Wizard, whose pale face Zong Jiu clearly saw the corners of his mouth curl up eerily under the hood.
The proposal of this plan was simply too unexpected.
As everyone knew, in the entire infinite loop, the only one who could destroy the dungeon was the unknown Lord. Moreover, the method and process were unknown. Everyone only saw the back of a person stepping on the collapse of the dungeon.
The reason why the Devil could harvest so many fanatical believers in this world was ultimately related to this.
Horror dungeons were like nightmares to those who sought survival. They lived in the infinite loop, and every time they returned from a dungeon, they would be given different days of rest based on their performance and evaluation. If they performed well, they would be given a month of rest; if they didn't, they would only be given three days before entering the next dungeon.
Everyone struggled to survive in such a hopeless dungeon. Even Guiguzi, who was once known as the strongest at the time, couldn't break the dungeon's restrictions.
But the Devil could.
Not only could he crush the dungeon, but he could also destroy it, casually playing with the dungeon in the palm of his hand. He could trample on the root of everyone's fear.
It was because of this that No.1 was firmly on the altar, looking down on everyone.
Because other than him, no one else could destroy a horror dungeon, not even the lowest grade F dungeon.
Class 6's class monitor immediately wanted to mock him, but when he met the white-haired Magician's cold gaze, his words were stuck in his throat. After a long while, he muttered in a low voice.
"You make it sound good, but if the dungeon could be destroyed so easily, then wouldn't the S-Ranked bosses have done it long ago?"
"You seem to be mistaken about one thing."
Zong Jiu smiled. "I don't need your trust. I just need you to follow my orders."
Under the light, her light pink eyes were as sharp as a blade unsheathed from its scabbard. With a cold glint that made people not dare to look straight at her, she successfully made the two class monitors retreat.
The half-vampire sitting at the side had a thoughtful look in his eyes.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that this childhood sweetheart who used to wear a flowery dress and braid while crying and following behind him, had actually grown up to become what she was today.
Even though Zong Jiu's family wasn't like Fan Zhuo's, which was an oligarch family that monopolized a lifeline, it wasn't bad either. They didn't have to worry about food and drink, and even if they suddenly lost their source of income, they still wouldn't be able to squander all their wealth in a few lifetimes.
Not to mention, the other party was the pampered young master of the family. He had been suffering from albinism since he was young. He was different from ordinary people and was born beautiful. He had always been a popular person in the social circle.
Originally, Fan Zhuo's memories of the past were particularly blurry, but for some reason, he suddenly recalled many details a few days ago.
For example, his assistant had mentioned that this young master Zong was arrogant and willful, had countless suitors, and had a bad reputation.
At the time, Fan Zhuo was busy trying to gain a foothold in the family's board of directors, so he didn't have the time to care about these things. But now that he suddenly thought about it, he felt that the Zong Jiu in his memories and the magician in front of him had a strong sense of contradiction.
After a survivor entered the Infinite Loop, their basic personality would change greatly. In such a distorted environment, it wasn't rare for a survivor to have a mental breakdown. It couldn't be more normal for it to happen every few days. Even Fan Zhuo himself had changed a lot after going through several S-Ranked dungeons.
But this was Zong Jiu's first time entering the Thriller Trainee Program.
Back in Las Vegas, Fan Zhuo hadn't rushed forward to greet the magician because the magician's personality was too different from the one in his memories.
Although Zong Jiu later explained that it was because he had lost his memories, the leader of the Night people still had doubts in his heart that couldn't be dispelled.
Would a person's temperament, personality, and everything really change after they lost their memories?
As No. 2 thought this, he suddenly felt an unusual sense of malice.
The half-vampire raised his head sharply, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
The Dark Wizard, who was sitting across from him, lowered his eyes coldly and stared at his thin fingers that were emitting a black mist. He didn't even spare the half-vampire a glance.
.....
After resting for an entire afternoon and night, Class 9 was still in a poor state of mind when classes started the next day.
In fact, it wasn't just Class 9. The other four classes were the same. No one could focus on their studies after hearing the requirements for the final exam.
It was nearing the end of the semester, and the topics that needed to be explained and studied had already been covered. Now, classes were basically just questions and papers. Even in class, the topics were all difficult Olympiad questions. The number of trainees in the class who could understand them could be counted on one hand.
Perhaps it was because No.1 Middle School had also requested for a higher graduation rate at the end of the semester, but the school's restrictions on the trainees were greatly reduced. Not only did they get an extra half hour of sleep in the morning, but the dormitory also opened up a self-study room specifically for the final exam at night. If any class felt that there was no need to attend classes, they could apply for self-study through the homeroom teacher. If they encountered any problems, they could just go to the office and ask Faceless for help.
Of course, behind the slightly relaxed rules was the gradual approaching footsteps of death.
No matter how each class studied, or how they studied, the cut-off for the final exam was there. It wouldn't be reduced, and it wouldn't be changed or lowered by anyone.
It was said that one shouldn't cry easily, but Class 9 trainees' eyes were all swollen.
When everyone arrived at the classroom, they looked at the empty seat in the middle that would never be occupied again, and at Faceless, who didn't care about what was going on outside the window and only focused on doing the questions. Their eyes couldn't help but redden again.
At this moment, everyone clearly understood one thing —
Those who were lost would never come back.
When Zong Jiu walked into the classroom, he saw everyone's drooping heads.
He closed the door behind him, and a few rolling cards with white edges suddenly appeared in the gaps between his fingers. With lightning speed, he threw them at a few corners of the classroom.
"Crackle … Bzzt …"
The surveillance and listening devices in the corner were cut in half and shattered. The wires inside emitted sparks and fell to the ground.
After doing all this, Magician turned around. His white hair blended with the sunlight outside the glass window, like the cold snow on the peak of the Alps that never melted all year round.
Zong Jiu's tone was very normal, as usual, without any fluctuations. He was as calm as ever.
"Class 9 can't have fewer people. I will bring out as many Class 9 trainees as there are now. "
As long as one was human, one could hear the deep anger buried under the calm surface.
Other than No. 15, who was almost brain-dead, the other 97 trainees all looked at him.
No one spoke, only soft sobs. There was no need for words at this moment.
"From today onwards, we don't have to study anymore."
Grading was always harder than beginners. Moreover, No.1 Middle School's exam papers included a 100-point Olympiad question, which was equivalent to 1050 points. Getting 1000 points was simply a fantasy.
Even if they were given another 120 days, it would be impossible for them to raise the average score of the class to the requirement of the final exam without continuing to transform Faceless.
Since it was useless to just study, why should they study?
Facing everyone's doubtful eyes, Zong Jiu was cold.
"No. 99 and No. 15 can't die in vain. We must avenge them."
That was right.
All the trainees in the class clenched their fists.
"The plan will be carried out on the day of the final exam. We don't need to take the exam."
The white-haired youth played it down. "Let's just send this dungeon to the grave with them, okay?"
The 97 trainees were shocked and said in unison, "Okay!"
Although the listening devices and monitors were removed, the bullet screen was still there.
The survivors who were watching the live broadcast were all dumbfounded.
[F * ck, Magician didn't mean what I thought he meant …]
[I also want to say that although I know he's always arrogant, this is too f * cking arrogant. You know, that Lord is also in this dungeon. Won't they fight?]
[Sob sob sob, it's burning! Class 9 wants revenge!]
[Sigh, although I think it's too difficult to destroy this dungeon, it's harder than surviving this dungeon. However, Magician can always create miracles. Even if he doesn't succeed in the end, I'll remember this touching moment.]
[Come on, Magician, come on, Class 9! By the way, I'm obviously a loyal fan of Lord. Why would I cheat (you)]
.....
Zong Jiu's plan was about to begin.
But before that, he had to make everyone listen to him.
Zong Jiu had already thought of this plan a long time ago when he learned about the Corpse Pool from Tokumon's paper shikigami.
The plan was simple. The only drawback was that it had to be carried out on the day of the final exam. The success rate was as high as ninety-nine percent. It required tight cooperation and strict timing. There was no room for mistakes.
In order to avoid a leak or snitch like in the first monthly exam, Zong Jiu needed everyone's absolute obedience and cooperation.
That was the problem.
He didn't trust anyone.
But there were different levels of trust. Just from this matter alone, Tu Yimen and Fan Zhuo could be divided into the scope of his plan. The other two class leaders were greedy for life and afraid of death. There was nothing to be afraid of.
Now that there was a dead end in front of everyone, their cowardice had become a virtue of cooperating with him. Other than that, the only problem was the unstable elements in the other four classes.
For example, the few snitches who were lucky enough to survive until now. If they could snitch once, they could do it a second time.
In order to eliminate this hidden danger, Zong Jiu went straight to the point. He had the other class monitors call these unstable elements over. He grabbed these people and brought them straight to the devil's office.
99 people sacrificed themselves to save the class. This meant that Zong Jiu had failed to redeem the reward from No.1.
He thought of a better way to use [Make NPCs cooperate with operations].
For example, now.
Zong Jiu threw these people over and ordered bluntly, "Make them obey me."
No.1, who was looking at him with a smile on his face …?