Chapter 115: Dormitory for trainees (1/2)
In the last five minutes when the copy was about to close, no one saw the shadows in the dark gathering quietly, roaming the ground full of unknown colors, permeating the world full of gunpowder, flames and howling.
As a professional destroyer, the devil can see at a glance that it is impossible for this appearance to pass the judgment of the main system.
However, for newcomers who have the courage to try for the first time, it is certainly worthy of praise for being able to do so.
For the sake of enough surprises in this play-
He was too boring, and too lonely. He was too hopeful that someone of his kind would stand in front of him and watch him go from immature to mature.
The man who disappeared from the dark stared at the white-haired magician who was swarmed in the distance, gave an inexplicable chuckle, and then took a step back into the endless darkness.
Zong Jiu, who was standing in the middle of the playground, seemed to feel it, and looked up.
Looking ahead, there is a raging fire, smoke and dust, flying sand and rocks, and no human figure is visible.
But I don't know why, but Zong Jiu's demon radar buzzed with intuition.
no.1 must have done something behind his back that he didn't know.
In the next second, where no one could see, the shadow faded silently and stuck to the last npc hiding in the ruined wall, instantly dyeing his pupils black.
That is, at the moment of completion, the cold system prompt sounded in everyone's ears.
[The one hundred and twenty days countdown has arrived, and the main task is due]
[Remaining number of survivors: 461 people]
In an instant, the flames that were still flying and flickering just now were fixed.
The papers floating in the air are fixed there for life.
Farther, through the ruined wall, the police car honking has arrived.
The faceless people stood silently on the far outside, because of the main line of the copy, they could only act as supporting actors and could not intervene for a while.
A little farther away, the camera tirelessly broadcast the situation in the school to the major media of this copy, and many parents who sent their children in by themselves have also seen this scene.
This matter may be useful or useless, and perhaps another new first middle school will be built on the ruins soon. Under the premise that this social environment has not changed, performance will always be the criterion for judging a person's excellence.
However, all of this has nothing to do with the trainees who left the copy.
After the mechanical sound of the main system is activated, all the backgrounds are turned into solid color blocks, which are still in the air.
[Please wait, the system is being judged...]
[Collective copy of B-level trainees: No. 1 Middle School, the copy has been destroyed]
[Clearance rewards are being settled... The dungeon is being closed... It will be transmitted immediately after 30 seconds, and the transmission location: studio hall]
There are a thousand B-level trainees when entering the dungeon. When leaving the dungeon, the number of people dropped sharply to less than one-half. It is equivalent to one out of every two B-level trainees being left in this collective copy forever, with no bones left.
No one spoke for a while, and silence spread silently.
They knew that the people they lost in this copy, perhaps their former companions, would never return.
Fortunately, the last thirty seconds are enough to hold a brief funeral.
Ban Jiu wiped his tears and bowed towards the surrounding fire and broken walls.
They will live well, take the share of the 15th and the 99th together, and live well.
......
The studio hall is still what they looked like when they left.
The green grass on the summit of Olympus is dripping, and no mountain can be higher than the sacred mountain. Even the distant Mount Everest has to bow under the suspended sacred mountain and present the glorious white reflection on the snow peak.
The temple of the twelve main gods stands high in the distance, and the golden bottle of the goddess of youth is no longer a colorful spring water, but reflects an unknown color.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there has been a tragic massacre here, with shocking blood hanging on the top of the ivory stone pillars.
Except for the S-levels that are distributed in different copies, each of the other ABCD-levels has a separate collective copy, which is very uniform for one hundred and twenty days.
When the time came, all the survivors of the four levels were transferred here, looking at each other.
B-level trainees were thrown into the tragic copy of the college entrance examination, forced to learn knowledge that was useless for them for 120 days, and sacrificed a full five classes.
The A-level trainees are not much better. Their copy structure was on a luxury cruise ship that had recently gone to sea in the middle of the twentieth century. The main system imposed a negative buff on everyone that must drink water, so fresh water became a scarce resource on this cruise ship. In the next 120 days, the cruise ship will sail through the Arctic Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean. However, due to a storm, the compass failed in the middle of the journey. Not only did it fail to find its direction, but it also encountered a group of terrible murlocs.
As long as you are infected by the murloc virus or do not drink water in this atmosphere, your body will grow fish scales over time and become a terrifying creature that cannot be seen all day long.
Like the copy of No.1 Middle School, the A-level copy also tests humanity and hearts.
As soon as fresh water was scarce, everyone wanted it, and immediately split into several camps. They secretly attacked each other, stabbed them in the back, and the scenes were more exciting than one.
The collective copy of D-level trainees is located on a desert island.
There are not only terrible aliens on the desert island that can be transformed into human-like appearances, but also pulls out a survival bar, forcing the trainees to have a Robinson Crusoe.
Those terrible monsters will not only become human after eating people, but they can also get the memory of the past. It can be said that there is no mistake in the role played, which makes the trainees miserable and impossible to guard against.
C-level trainees are the most miserable among these several levels of trainees. This copy even lost an S-level, which is enough to see its danger and difficulty.
They were dropped on the copy of Olympus Mountain, which was obviously a Greek mythology system, but they were forced to open a copy of the Norse mythical gods Twilight. The gods turned into cruel existences fighting for faith, no less than any ghost they encountered in the horror copy, a large death, there was no reason to say.
The number of people on the steps representing C-level trainees has also been reduced the most. Originally, there were several thousand people, but it was abruptly reduced to just over one thousand.