Play a game?
Interest flashed in the devil's eyes. It was rare for him to feel like his lines had been stolen.
He had always been the one to invite Magician to play games. Whether it was in the No.1 Middle School Instance Dungeon, Halloween Instance Dungeon, or the Masquerade Ball, both of them had used it as a stage to engage in different games or bets.
But this time, Magician was the first to ask for a game.
He had to admit that he knew how to pique No.1's interest. With just these few words, the demon's previous lack of interest was swept away, and his golden eyes suddenly lit up with eagerness.
"How do we play?"
He took the bait.
Zong Jiu made a sign in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. "Since you have a secret, I also have a secret. Since we are both interested in each other's secrets, why don't we be honest with each other and get straight to the point? "
"You ask, and I answer. I ask a question, and you answer. No matter what the questioner asked, the person being questioned had to answer in detail and was not allowed to evade. How about that? "
"Of course, since it's a game, both parties have the right to lie. But if the other party finds out, there will be corresponding consequences. "
In fact, this rule was more beneficial to Zong Jiu.
No.1 was crazy, but there was one good thing about him. He never bothered to lie.
Previously, when they were still mortal enemies, even though the two of them had tried to kill each other time and time again, the devil had never lied to Zong Jiu about information. Instead, he had given him a lot of information for free time and time again.
On the other hand, Zong Jiu was different.
Magician's job was to deceive the eyes of the audience. Occasionally, he had to use words to attract the attention of others. Therefore, tricking people was a walk in the park for him. He was so skilled that he couldn't be more skilled.
It was obvious that whatever Zong Jiu could understand could not be hidden from the devil.
The man narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Magician was lying on the big black bed with one hand supporting his head lazily. His long white hair spread out on the surface of the bed sheet. There were traces of steam rising from his body. It was a very visual impact.
His eyebrows deepened under the steam as he stared at him with a smile. The bathrobe on his body was loosely opened, revealing a pale chest.
Recalling the comments that the dungeon NPCs gave to the Magician during the auction, the Devil felt that it was rather pertinent.
A beautiful kitten. Although they were fierce, they often gave people unexpected surprises.
Most importantly, you never know where the cat will go next.
For example, right now, they were racking their brains trying to lure their prey to take the bait, trying to fool them with words.
The man let out a sigh of laughter, his fingertips trembling with pleasure.
He definitely didn't know that no matter how much he pretended as if nothing had happened, the craftiness in those light pink pupils would always be exposed in the eyes of the devil.
How adorable.
How could the demon reject such a cute kitten that came to his doorstep?
"Of course."
The shadow played with the young man's white hair. His fingers rubbed the gap between the ends of the hair, and the hair slipped through the slender fingers.
He agreed.
Zong Jiu pretended to decline. "Since I proposed the game first, the banker should be polite. You can ask first."
"Oh?"
The Devil pretended to be surprised and raised his eyebrows. His gaze stopped at the young man's jade-like neck. "Since Mr. Magician has said so, I can only respectfully accept."
"You are not from the real world, nor are you an NPC in any S-level dungeon …"
The man dragged his voice slowly, as if he was asking an unimportant question. "Then, where are you from?"
Here it comes. Good fellow, the first question is so sharp.
This question wasn't easy to answer, and it wasn't easy to fool. Zong Jiu didn't know how much the Devil knew about this.
The little devil had stated his guess with certainty. Before that, No.1 had already guessed that he was an NPC in an S-level dungeon when they were in the No.1 Middle School dungeon.
Zong Jiu paused and decided to be vague.
"That's right, I'm not from the real world, nor am I an NPC in an S-level dungeon. But I also don't know how you and the main system define my original world. Perhaps it's a different world? "
He wasn't wrong.
Because he really did transmigrate into a book.
In the real world that Zong Jiu lived in, all kinds of transmigration themes were common, and transmigration into books was popular for a time.
As a fan of online novels, Zong Jiu knew that he had transmigrated into the book "Thriller Trainee". As for why the world in the book was so realistic, Magician had his own guesses.
Perhaps it was the dimension.
Before he transmigrated into the book, the dimension he lived in was higher than this world, so what happened in this world was just a book in his world.
But these were all guesses, and Zong Jiu wouldn't say it out loud.
"It's my turn."
Seeing that the other party didn't raise any questions, Zong Jiu quickly changed the topic.
His question was the key to the game.
Of course, in order not to expose his true intentions so quickly, Zong Jiu decided to guide him patiently.
"What kind of deal did you make with the main system?"
According to Zhuge An and the others, the demon only destroyed the "perfect world" at the beginning and took the special item left behind by the survivors. It followed the guide through the space turbulence and came to the infinite loop.
In the memory that the little demon showed Zong Jiu, the survivors who came to the perfect world to carry out missions in order to lure the little demon back to the Sacred City with them. Under the night sky of the desert, they once drew a beautiful blueprint for the six-year-old No. 1.
They described the infinite loop as heaven, a fantasy land without pain and suffering.
But in a sense, the survivors were not wrong, because the demon born from evil did like the infinite loop.
But even so, it was unexpected that the demon could cooperate with the main system.
The main system had been a cold machine for so many years, like a high-dimensional brain, an absolutely rational existence. The cooperation between the two was abnormal from the beginning.
The demon chuckled, his tone nonchalant.
"It wants to accumulate energy to return to the higher dimension."
"What do you mean?" Zong Jiu frowned.
"It's true that it needs energy to make a wish, but there will be karmic rewards when the wish is fulfilled."
"The main system was originally the brain of the high-dimensional world, because of the lack of energy, it fell to the low-dimensional world."
No. 1 gave him an example.
The demons in hell couldn't come to the human world, unless a human summoned them from hell and made a wish. Then the demons could use the power of the wish to break the seal and stay in the human world to wreak havoc everywhere.
Magician was enlightened and fell into deep thought.
This saying was similar to the animal spirits in the ancient legends of China.
It was said that animals like weasels and foxes had been cultivating for many years. When they felt that they were about to transform, they would usually go to places where humans lived and speak human language. They would ask the first person they met, "What do you think I look like?" It was called "asking for a seal".
Because the words of humans had power, they would transform into whatever humans said they looked like. Moreover, the words of humans would determine the level of magical power they had after transforming.
According to the legends, there was a person who was shocked when he met such a speaking animal at night and called it ugly. In the end, the ugly monster harbored a grudge and killed the person's entire family.
With this example, Zong Jiu more or less understood.
Why did the main system organize this seemingly arduous and unrewarding competition for trainees? It turned out that it wanted to use the power of karma when the wish was fulfilled to go to the higher dimension.
The clues were immediately connected.
Zhuge An had guessed that the wish could only be fulfilled within the scope of the main system's ability. However, if a trainee made a wish with ill intentions, the main system's efforts to organize this competition would be wasted.
It was because of this that the main system was interested in the demon's ability to control puppets. It took the initiative to come to the door, and it also wanted the wish ticket to be in its hands. The demon, on the other hand, simply wanted to have fun, so it hit it off.
The turn turned to the demon's side.
"I'm curious, why are you willing to put shackles on yourself?"
If the first round was a test, then the second round had a sharper meaning.
Both of them were in the open and in the dark. The hostility that had subsided started to thicken again.
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. "I'm willing."
He was silent for a moment. These three words didn't seem to fit the rules of the game they had set, so he reluctantly added another sentence.
"Hate can never bind or change a person, but love can."
Zong Jiu was indeed indifferent to love, but he would definitely remember the kindness that the old nun had shown him and would be obedient.
"Love?"
The man seemed to have heard something funny, and a burst of undisguised laughter came from his chest.
Both of them were well aware of what he was laughing at.
One was lacking in love, the other was born in the swamp. This word was too far away from them, so far that it was a little funny.
"That's a pity." The demon sighed pretentiously. "We are so similar."
The magician responded with a sneer.
They were indeed similar. One had a hidden insanity, while the other was openly crazy.
If both of them were openly crazy, then there would be no room for two tigers on one mountain. It would be a real fight to the death.
Zong Jiu had a good temper and was too lazy to argue with the little demon because he was pitiful and cute. How could the demon sigh here?
"Cut the crap, it's my turn."
The two of them faced each other. One was hidden in the shadows, while the other was lying on the bed.
The room was dark and the candlelight flickered, elongating and blending their reflections, adding an indescribable atmosphere.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Just as they were asking and answering questions, there was a sudden pitter-patter outside the window.
It was raining.
Duke, who had been sitting silently on the high-back chair, stood up. Under the puppet line's control, he became an outsider and obediently moved his waist to close the window and pull the curtains.
The rain came without warning. It turned from a light drizzle to a rapid downpour in a flash, and then it started raining fiercely. The sky and earth were pitch-black. Only the rumbling of lightning behind the thunderclouds could be seen, pale and cold.
The heavy windowsill blocked the sound of the rain.
The game continued.