Ch62 – My Fiance

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After the grading in the broadcast hall ended, the trainees who wanted to go to the dining hall went to the dining hall, those who wanted to stay to talk stayed to talk.

Zong Jiu returned to his dormitory. 

Thanks to the fact that his ranking had not changed, his dormitory also conveniently did not change.

This time was not like last time and no blind C-rank trainees came to find trouble with him.
The same floor C-ranks watched the white-haired Magician who got the dramatic evaluation of both S and F in two rounds slowly walk away, no one daring to bother him.

 

 

After returning to the dormitory, Zong Jiu didn’t do anything else.
After taking a hot bath, he laid down in bed and fell asleep.

It was a dreamless night. 

When he woke up, Zong Jiu was even a little disoriented and unable to tell where he was at the moment.

 

He subconsciously clenched his fingers and then slowly returned to his senses after a noticeable sensation came from his hands.

Right, he transmigrated into a novel.

If it was in reality, how could he have a pair of intact hands.

 

Zong Jiu laid face up for a while, smiled silently, then got up from the bed feeling pins and needles.

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

Ten hours?

Zong Jiu frowned. 

Even if he was sleepy, when traveling the world and full of jet lag for performances, he could still promise to be up after three hours of sleep if he needed to.

After a long silence, Zong Jiu reflexively reached up to touch his head, for fear that a puppet string might appear there.

Of course, it was empty and there was nothing.

It was really strange, how could he be so sleepy this time? 

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

The dark green cover had a few large words: “The King’s Game Rules and Regulations”

Zong Jiu was a little interested in the King’s Game that the system spoke of yesterday, so he turned to the first page.

Compared to the previous cruel Las Vegas, the King’s Game was slightly less cruel. 

But it was only “slightly”.

The rules of the King’s Game was that ten people play the game together, cards of the same suit were passed around in order, and whoever pulled the joker was king.

 

The king wouldn’t know the cards in other people’s hands nor the hidden card of their own hand.
They could only randomly select two card numbers to accomplish things.
Those who were given commands must obey the king’s orders unconditionally or they would be punished.

This was originally a game used by friends or classmates to promote feelings and intimacy.
Now that it was moved to the stage of Thriller Trainees, the system would naturally change some of the rules. 

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In order to avoid internal killings among trainees or unreasonable exploitative demands, only the system could give orders.
The king’s power was limited to choosing who must carry out the orders.

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The game would be held on the top floor of the other trainee dormitory. 

In order to hype it up, the system specially opened up an observation deck and an infinity pool.

Like Las Vegas Casino, there was no mandatory requirement for trainees to participate in special events.
Trainees could participate if they wanted to.
If they didn’t want to participate, they could also sleep away all seven days in the dormitory.

The thing worth mentioning was at the bottom of the last page of the rule book, which was marked with thirteen words in red.

“The System Will Issue The Cards, Cheating In Any Way Is Strictly Prohibited.” 

After Zong Jiu saw this line, he decisively tossed the pamphlet.

He suspected that this rule was specifically set for him, just like the fact that “magicians and dogs are not allowed inside” hung outside the real-world Las Vegas casinos.

No cheating, not interesting, couldn’t afford to play.

Zong Jiu was a magician with a million trump cards.
He had spoiled his appetite and had no interest in this kind of forced game that was purely based on luck and couldn’t be manipulated, okay? 

Besides, he had no shortage of survival points right now.
His props also made a lot of money last time, so there was no need to be greedy anymore.

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After thinking about it, Zong Jiu threw away the pamphlet and began to play with his own playing cards.

Although he squandered all his chips, he easily gained more than 10,000 survival points in Famine Mountain Village.
It was just enough to power up his playing cards with the special ability to do psychic attacks.

It wasn’t a specialized prop but directly enhancing an existing item, which was equivalent to making a specialized prop for yourself out of thin air.
The survival points required for this method was staggeringly expensive. 

Even with more than 10,000 survival points in Zong Jiu’s hands, he was barely able to enhance one set.

But it was enough to strengthen one set.

 

The Magician’s usual card was the American Bicycle playing card.
This brand of playing cards felt good and light and was also the top brand used by magicians.
Fanning these cards was simple and smooth, and there was no better.
Even if he got special card props in instances, if it wasn’t this brand, Zong Jiu might not be able to use it as well.

Anyway, it was a consumable item, so it was enough. 

So Zong Jiu was also able to hold his temper and let the system strengthen the cards one at a time all the way until evening.

Although he didn’t need to eat, his biological clock and habits hadn’t changed.
He felt anxious after not eating anything for a day.

Zong Jiu collected the completed cards in the evening and was about to change his clothes and go browse the dining hall to see if there was anything delicious.
But suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Someone knocking on the door at this time, was it to seek revenge? 

Zong Jiu scratched his head, grabbed a card, and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was an unfamiliar B-rank trainee with exceptionally pale skin.

This feature, anyone with clear eyes would know he was a half vampire at a glance.
Or at least Zong Jiu could see it at first glance.

“Your Excellency, Magician.” 

The other party bowed to him with a sincere expression.

With such a good attitude, it shouldn’t be here to seek revenge.

Zong Jiu nodded lazily, “What is it?”

This scene was not secretive or carried out in private, and many C-rank trainees who were walking in the corridor saw it. 

They whispered curiously.

“Look at that, isn’t that someone from the Night Clan? Why are they looking for the Magician?”

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“Yeah, the visual characteristics of the Night Clan are very obvious, with white skin and dark hair.
You can tell with a look.”

“When did the Magician have anything to do with the Night Clan? Isn’t he the guy that that big guy is optimistic about? Can it be that the Night Clan wants to fight for him?” 

C-rank trainees were great in the eyes of newcomers, but they were the bottom of the veterans, otherwise they wouldn’t just be C-rank.

The lowest-rank Night Clan participating in the trainees selection were B-rank, so this organization was naturally a huge monster to them.
So at this moment, all of them cast their curious eyes on him.

 

The B-rank trainee bowed and held out a lacquer-printed letter.
The double-headed eagle emblem on the surface of the letter gleamed under the dim light of the corridor.

“His Lordship sincerely extends an invitation to you to the top floor of the dormitory for trainees tonight.
Please be sure to come.” 

The trainees who were quietly watching in the corridor gasped.

“An invitation from the Night Clan!”

“It turns out to be an invitation letter from the Night Clan!”

Every large organized power had formal documents and invitation letters.
In the unlimited flow world, the invitation letter from the Night Clan was an invitation ticket to their vampire castle.
It gradually evolved into something similar to solicitation, and the approximate meaning was not much different from the offer from a top university. 

When he heard “His Lordship”, Zong Jiu hesitated.
It took a moment for him to realize that he was referring to No.
2 Van Zhuo.

He was still a little bit confused.

But remembering the puppet string on Anthony’s head, Zong Jiu felt that he had to go ask if the other party had any special feelings during the process of being controlled or felt any side effects like extra drowsiness.
To know the enemy was to have victory in his grasp, after all.

Nobody would hit a smiling face, this saying was practiced everywhere. 

Thinking of this, Zong Jiu accepted the letter.

He ignored the whispers in the corridor after the B-class half-blood walked away and directly slammed the door shut.

Don’t joke, even if he wanted to go out, he had to change your clothes.
He couldn’t go in a bathrobe.

At seven o’clock in the evening, the top floor of the trainee dormitory suddenly began to twist in space. 

[Limited time scene: Open-air bar now open]

[The panoramic camera has been turned on and all game tables will be broadcast live at fixed points during the open-air bar period]

[The King’s Game will close after seven days, but the scene will continue to be preserved for entertainment purposes]

Instantly, a huge platform expanded outside the S-rank trainee dormitory.
The water in the infinity pool at the other end swelled over the edge and fell into the white waves of the bottomless trench below, hanging down as if a waterfall from the sky.
It was gorgeous. 

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If someone stood on the viewing platform with a glass of wine at sunset, they would be able to watch the beautiful scene of a fiery horizon while magnificent waves surged at their feet.

Wine glasses hung upside down over the bar and multitudes of wines of vintages produced in wine cellars from all over the world were in the wine cabinets.

 

The bartenders stood behind the bar with their hands folded, respectfully waiting for the guests’ orders.

Warm colored dim lights projected from the ground where artificial water gurgled up.
A guitar played light Irish folk tunes, creating a very serene ambiance for this outdoor bar. 

Originally, there were only elevators going up to the top floor, the S-rank trainee dormitory, but now the elevators all had several more buttons to reach the open-air bar.
Many people lined up in front of each of them.

The trainees who were waiting for the special event used the elevator to the top floor, discussing how the King’s Game might play out.

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

Many people secretly looked at the most popular newcomer and sighed internally at his outstanding appearance.
Many people also noticed the double-headed eagle emblem in the young man’s hand and couldn’t help but widen their eyes. 

Zong Jiu chose to ignore these gazes.

He had just stepped out of the elevator when a waiting waiter quickly came over.

“Mr.
Magician, this way please.
Mr.
Van Zhuo invites you.”

The others watched dumbfounded as the white-haired young man was lead to the other side of the open-air bar. 

The top floor had a large space.
In addition to the pool and the area dedicated to the King’s Game, there were also open air tea rooms for trainees to gather.
But only trainees above A-rank had the authority to use it.

At this time, no one had the interest to head over to drink tea so most of the tea rooms were dark.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but when Zong Jiu walked here, he seemed to see the cold shine of puppet strings disappearing in the darkness.

The waiter led him to the door of a glass walled tea room. 

Opening the door, a man in a black and gold military uniform was standing with his back facing him in front of the mural hanging in the tea room.

On the other side, Anthony was standing silently by the wall, not daring to show half an ounce of hostility at seeing Zong Jiu.

The air was stained with the scent of incense.
Piping hot tea boiled on the stove and emitted a burst of tea scent.

After hearing the sound of footsteps, Van Zhuo slowly turned around. 

Despite seeing the white-haired young man, the inherent coldness in his dark red eyes showed no signs of softening.

“You came.” He said coldly, “My fiance.”