Ch65 – The Secret Behind the Prophecy

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Zong Jiu’s delivered fist naturally hit nothing.

He felt his hand hit thousands of cold and extremely resilient steel wires in the air, each of them cutting painfully into the back of his hand.
The furthest part was only a few inches away from that flawless face, but couldn’t reach no matter what, making him grind his teeth in frustration. 

The owner of that face smiled and said, “Don’t be so aggressive.”

The man hooked his finger slightly, and the puppet strings disappeared from the air one by one.

 

 

After all the cold hindrances disappeared, Zong Jiu’s hand still couldn’t move forward.

Because the neatly white gloved hand stretched out an index finger and lightly tapped it on the magician’s hand and the latter seemed to become fixed in the air. 

The trainees who were watching the bar on the rooftop were a little surprised and they didn’t understand why the Magician would suddenly attack an ordinary bartender NPC.
Could it be that the bartender irritated him?

 

Zong Jiu shifted his gaze to the back of his hand.

Because of the excessive force just now, a gruesome thin line of blood ran across almost the entire back of his phalanx.

Originally, only a bit of skin was broken, barely enough to scrape out some red, far from bleeding.
But when he was touched by No.
1, the blood dwelling deep under the wound began to rush out like wispy snakes, gradually covering the back of the pale hand.

 

It wasn’t painful, but it looked terrifying.

Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that last time in Las Vegas when he took the roses handed over by the Devil, a very similar scene also happened.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind.

“Did you guess it?” 

The Devil looked at him with a smile.

The tip of the white glove was still pressed there and the exuding red blood dyed the tip red.
The color looked particularly shocking.

Those with ability, those of special physique, and those with bloodlines were all different.

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An ability user’s ability required meeting certain conditions or an activation medium.
For example, the S-rank No.
6’s water manipulation could only be activated where there was a water source, so he usually prepared a special prop that could store water. 

The same was true for No.
1.

Zong Jiu figured he should know what the Devil’s ability’s medium was.

He even had a bolder conjecture.

If this conjecture was true, Zong Jiu would be able to add another card against No.
1. 

…

The next day, the news that the Night Clan sent an invitation letter to the Magician spread throughout the trainee dormitory.

 

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“Does the Magician want to accept the Night Clan’s solicitation?”

They analyzed, “It’s not impossible.
If No.
2 personally does the first embrace, he will be a fifth generation, and the Night Clan will have another general.”

“Hey, his future’s so bright, how can he choose to become a vampire that’s neither man nor ghost.”

“The strength of a half-vampire is so strong, it’s normal to be moved.
Do you dare say that you wouldn’t be tempted if you’re given an offer from the Night Clan? It’s good enough to keep living, who cares about all the semantics.” 

“This Magician is really something.
A C-rank rookie getting such incredible points twice, and he’s able to win over the eyes of so many big guys.”

In addition to these mixed discussions, there had even been outrageous rumors that Van Zhuo wanted to train the Magician as the heir to the Night Clan.
It spread so well that even the parties concerned had to double take.

The dormitory for S-rank trainees was also located on the top floor of the dormitory, on the other side of the open-air bar.

Ten doors of different styles stood silently above the horizon with rolling waves and a majestic sky in the distance. 

The S-class had their own restaurant and kitchen, and all the facilities in their dormitories were complete.
Anything needed could be delivered by the waiter anytime and anywhere.
There was also an uninterrupted room service, so they didn’t need to go down personally for anything.
Even if they had to go downstairs, their dormitory had private elevators, which could go directly to the beach outside the building.
These doors were basically decoration with nobody going in or out normally.

When Zong Jiu walked to the doors, he only felt fiery eyes falling on his back.

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Many trainees thought that he was going to No.
2’s room to conspire something, but unexpectedly, the white-haired young man turned his head and knocked on No.
3’s door.

Even more unexpectedly, the door actually opened. 

Looking at the white-haired Magician who walked into the gate with familiarity, everyone else: ???

Goodness, this thrilling C-rank rookie actually was acquainted with No.
1, No.
2, and No.
3.
How could he be so terrifying!

Zong Jiu walked into Zhuge An’s dormitory.

Zhuge An’s dormitory was just like him, very cold.
The interior decoration was a modern minimalist style with only three colors of black, white and gray.
The owner of the dormitory straightforwardly pushed away the surrounding decorations, spreading an eight trigrams pattern in the center of the living room, and sat cross-legged in the middle to meditate. 

Zong Jiu, “…”

Zong Jiu, “Are you cultivating immortality?”

 

The black-haired man opened his eyes and glanced at him nonchalantly, “Sit.”

The guest should listen to the host, so Zong Jiu also picked a place to sit down. 

As for why he suddenly came to Zhuge An, the main reason was to figure out the prophecy.

In the Famine Village instance, Zong Jiu carried the whole show and Zhuge An just floated along, at best considered to be leisurely paddling.
The most annoying thing was that his score wasn’t much lower.

Zong Jiu had already made up his mind to just hear out the predictions but not take it seriously at all.
At most, it was to prod Zhuge An’s mysterious and vague secrets.

For some reason, Zong Jiu intuitively felt that there Zhuge An had something he wanted to know. 

“I’m here to collect what I deserve.”

Zhuge An did not speak.

He even closed his eyes again, maintaining the previous posture of meditation.

Seeing him like this, Zong Jiu didn’t urge but looked around in boredom. 

The dormitory fell silent again.

After a long time, the man slowly spoke.

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When he opened his mouth, he threw down a string of dynamite.

“You are not from this world.” 

The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, “You said this when you were in that Mental Asylum instance.”

At that time, Zong Jiu inexplicably revealed his cloven foot.
Fortunately, Zhuge An only thought that he was not someone from this world, not expecting that he was a novel transmigrator who could predict the future.
So Zong Jiu chose to change the topic accordingly.
Both sides said no more about it so the topic was dropped.

Zhuge An said lightly, “That’s right.
I still had doubts in my heart back then, but now I am sure.”

“Oh? I’m listening.” 

He kept touching on this issue, and Zong Jiu also found it strange.

If it was not for insufficient experience or foreboding, how could it be possible to see the ins and outs at a glance? There must be something strange about it.

 

Who knew that the black-haired man went silent again.

After a long time, just when Zong Jiu wanted to go up and push to see if the big guy was asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes again. 

“Give me a drop of your blood.” Zhuge An said.

Blood?

Zong Jiu frowned inwardly.

Blood, this thing, was okay to give in other places, but was very not okay to give it in the horror infinite flow. 

The importance of blood in Eastern legends was self-evident.
In Southeast Asian witchcraft, blood was one of the keys to the curse sorceries.
Southern and Northern Europe also firmly believed that blood was the source of power.

Previously, Zong Jiu suspected that the medium through which the Devil implanted the puppet strings might be “contact” or “causing bloody wounds.” Now Zhuge An suddenly mentioned this, it made Zong Jiu a little vigilant.

Seeing his eyes full of suspicion, Zhuge An said coldly, “You can resist the control of the Devil, so naturally you can also resist blood curses.

“If you don’t give me your blood, I can’t be sure that you are the person in the prophecy.” 

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.
He didn’t dawdle and took out a poker card from his pocket and lightly made a cut on his ring finger.

This was what puzzled Zong Jiu the most.

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Zhuge An knew a lot, and there was even a lot of information that Zong Jiu himself had just learned himself.

According to the other party, all this was inseparable from the prophecy. 

Surprisingly, Zhuge An did nothing.

He just collected the drop of blood, then said, “Do you know who made this prophecy?”

Zong Jiu expressed his willingness to hear the details.

Zhuge An spat out three words, “My teacher, Gui Guzi.” 

These three syllables could be described as famous and legendary.

Guiguzi, one of the patriarchs of Taoism, a famous philosopher and tactician during the Warring States Period.
It was said that he could communicate with ghosts and gods and see into heavenly design, playing chess against the world without ever stepping out of the Ghost Valley, overturning nature.

 

However, the ‘Gui Guzi’ mentioned by Zhuge An was not the one in history.

The Gui Guzi he was talking about was a survivor who had been active ten years ago in an infinite loop. 

In the infinite loop, people died left and right.
Survivors were basically renewed and replaced every year.
There were countless new faces.
Only those who lasted were kings.

The people of ten years ago were comparable to centuries old antiquities in the infinite loop.

Here, everyone just wanted to live.
No one documented history and no one would remember the glory of the dead.
No matter how much you called the wind and rain when you were alive, you would be forgotten after death.

Some survivors even joked that every three years was an infinite cycle’s rebirth.
Very few people could continue to live here for three years after all. 

The Gui Guzi in Zhuge An’s mouth was the only legend who existed in the trainees’ word of mouth.

How legendary was he? He was said to live up to his name, knowing everything from astronomy at the top to geography at the bottom; communicating easily with ghosts and gods, and even… saw the future.

The black-haired man slowly spoke, “Back then, Teacher was only a little bit away from saving everyone from this game.”

As for the result, there was no need to say more.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be here, talking about it. 

“Although it failed, when Teacher was dying, he opened the altar and consumed the power of heaven and earth, and calculated one last time.

“Ten years from now, there will be a stranger with a very different appearance entering an infinite loop, inheriting his will, and fulfilling his last wish.
And I…” Zhuge An said, “I’m the one who is ordered to wait here and assist you.”