Thriller Trainee

s at survival.” 

Just like those ten B-ranks back then.

During the placement exam, the bottom ten of the year were executed without being given adequate preparation.
This time, it was a whole class ready to pull out their special props. 

The bullet chat was still cheering them on.

[Though it’s a collective instance, can a miracle happen when a class combines efforts?] 

[I’m wondering too.
99 people combined, what if it does work?]

[They’d die if they don’t try, and they’d die if they tried.
In that case, everyone will surely choose to try!]

[Cheering Class 8 on in spirit; fight, fight, fight!]

However, it was still useless. 

As soon as the teaching director announced the results, all of Class 9’s special props were rendered useless.

It was still a unilateral massacre.

Further, due to the attempt at resistance, the scene turned even more gruesome.

Distorted visages, blood flying, splattering tattered flesh, pulverised internal organs and eerie white bones lay exposed under the leaden grey sky.
After most heads were cleaved, eyeballs stained with blood and tissue fluid rolled to the fetid gutter on one side, instantly swallowed by viscous black sewage waters. 

Tar-black vultures emerged from nowhere, crouching on bare branches, ready to feast.

The sun finally broke the dark clouds.

The cold winter sun shone on the concrete quadrangle, sending chills down the spine.

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Before everyone’s eyes, a whole class lost their lives in this striking and tragic manner. 

Some trainees had already returned to the classrooms from the hallway, unable to continue watching on.

If they had the time for this, they might as well think about how to improve their grades to prevent dying in the next exam.

 

Finally, the last breathing trainee had his head severed from his body.

The pungent smell of blood caused Van Zhuo’s eyes to turn even more inscrutable. 

All in all, half-vampires weren’t perfect evolutions.
It was difficult to remain indifferent in the face of blood.

He said hoarsely, “There are three more exams to go.”

The class monitors were utterly silent.
No one expressed a stand.

The inability to unite as a whole was still the biggest obstacle between them. 

The snitching that happened last time might still see a repeat performance.

There were even a considerable number of trainees who, despite not voicing it, secretly felt this was a good opportunity to get rid of their rivals.

Those who performed well in their classes were naturally free of worries, but many vicious thoughts surged beneath this worry-less veneer.
After all, it’s a free for all at the end of the Thriller Trainee competition.
Now that a chance to effortlessly dispatch your opponents had emerged, well, why not?

Even if they could come up with an arrangement that benefited everyone, these people might not be willing to cooperate. 

Shortly after, teaching assistants brought out a hose as thick as a thigh, twisting the facet, washing the severed limbs and bodies from the quadrangle down the gutter by the side.

The blood-stained corpses were too many to move individually to the Corpse Pit; it would truly be an arduous undertaking.
So, this was their only solution.

The teaching director announced the arrangement for the next examination.

“The midterm exam is scheduled for thirty days later.
We have compared the average scores of this year’s candidates and felt it falls far too short of the scores from previous batches of students.
As such—” 

“In the next exam, classes whose average score does not meet 600 marks will be executed altogether!”

Zong Jiu’s gaze shifted from the bloody quadrangle.

He gazed at the shade cast by trees a short distance away.

The black-haired man still had his poser gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
It subdued the treacherous, sharp aura permeating the air around him, instead, giving a more sedate and bookish look. 

The shadows of the foliage blotted him out perfectly.
Like a black hole, any light reaching him was annihilated.

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Facing such a scene, No.
1’s expression was dismissive and cold.

 

However, in the fleeting moment before Zong Jiu’s line of sight shifted onto him, the Devil lazily lifted his gaze, dark golden irises capturing the eyes of the white-haired young man standing behind the third-floor railing with unerring accuracy.

The wind picked up, gently lifting the loose white hair on either side of the young man. 

Even from this distance, the Devil could guess the look in the other’s pale pink irises.

It was the same disregard as his, yet completely different.

So alike, yet so contrary.

In a sense, Gui Guzi’s prophecy was indeed terrifyingly accurate. 

For example, from the very moment he set his eyes on Zong Jiu, all the blood rushing through the Devil’s veins screamed this was the man destined to be his nemesis.

No.
1, with his partial privileges as the instructor, was well aware of the tampering Zhuge An was up to in the other C-rank instance.

Perhaps by the end of this instance, the tempestuous tide raging beneath the calm surface would be completely shattered, or as the prophecy foretold, moving irrevocably to confrontation.

To be honest, the most cost-effective solution would be to finish off the enemy before his wings had grown to maturity. 

Yet maybe it was in that narrow space, those eyes as dazzling as a magnificent meteor trail made his blood that lay dormant for age-old to boil—and so, he chose to indulge.

Such an interesting existence was difficult to find.

The pleasure the Devil had obtained from his many years in the infinite loop couldn’t hold a candle to the singular presence of this white-haired young man.

He was like a giant gift box that gave the Devil a different surprise every time it was taken apart. 

It would truly be a waste if he were to destroy it.

So, he hoped… before it broke, it would offer him the utmost delight.

The corners of the Devil’s lips hooked upwards.
Suddenly, he closed his ring and little fingers and formed a finger gun, firing a shot at the young man behind the railing.

From afar, Zong Jiu could distinctly read No.
1’s lips. 

In the wind, the black-haired man was roaring with excited laughter.

‘Boom~’