Ch118 – Bravo, No.
1

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Thereafter, everyone was dismissed from the broadcasting studio.

Like the past, the subsequent one month was free-and-easy time for the trainees. 

Zong Jiu stretched languidly where he stood, then walked to the elusive A-rank elevator landing door to the side and pressed the button for elevator.

This elevator in the trainee dormitories was high-end, years ahead of real world technology and capable of taking a trainee directly to the door of his room with a single button.
It was not worth mentioning the privileges that A-rank trainees enjoyed, when their every need was waited on.
From the moment they stepped out of the elevator, there was a personal butler assigned to their presidential suite already on stand by.

 

 

“Good evening, sir.
I’m your personal butler.”

The tuxedoed attendant bowed respectfully.
“If you wish to change my gender or voice, you can do so any time by changing the settings on the in-suite hologram.
I am responsible for all your living and dining needs in the A-rank suite.
Just ring the butler’s bell in your room and I will be at your service.” 

Good lord.
High class, indeed.

 

Recalling his time as an E-rank trainee sleeping on a hard bed in a dorm of ten, he couldn’t help but lament the supremely vicious social hierarchy.

Zong Jiu nodded and headed into the door that the butler opened for him.

Even though he had switched from an executive suite to a presidential suite, the decorative style didn’t change.

 

The interior was still based on Scandinavian design, with a snowy forest landscape simulated outside the wide floor-to-ceiling windows.
The difference was that there was another door next to the glass windows, from which one could enter a small back garden blanketed in snow.

The fireplace, embedded in the wall, was nice and toasty with brown firewood piled inside.
Even though it was burning, oddly, the fire did not produce any smoke.

The suite was almost thrice larger than the B-rank trainee dormitory, and the tub in the bathroom was also converted into a built-in jacuzzi pool.
Zong Jiu mentally compared the size of his pool and the one in No.
1’s room that was practically a bathhouse, shook his head, and still felt that his own jacuzzi pool was much more pleasing to the eye.

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There was even floral incense with a sweet fragrance being burnt in the room. 

Almost immediately after Zong Jiu walked in, took off his shoes, and stepped barefoot on the plush carpet, a blue bicolour British shorthair leapt down from its nest by the fireplace.
Its pudgy ball-like body lumbered on the carpet to the white-haired young man, then bunted his pant leg with its head.

Zong Jiu was rather flattered by its favour.

He crouched down, his hands expertly winding past the cat’s limbs, lifting it off the floor and cradling it in front of his chest. 

“Tss… you’ve become fatter.”

The blue bicolour cat meowed twice, then licked its paws.

The white-haired young man’s eyes narrowed.

The room had changed, but the cat was still around. 

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As the system had said, this special scene was for the trainees to heal their hearts.

A large lawn was to the left side of the amusement park, and to its right was a crescent coastline with fine white sand.
If his memory served him right, then that area used to be rugged rubble, but it had since been restructured into a beach and considered by the system as part of the amusement park premises. 

There were actually over three hundred park facilities mentioned in the visitor handbook alone, which didn’t even include similar-type rides such as the four roller coasters of varying intensities that had been grouped together into one.
It covered an area so vast that it encompassed the shore, even including exciting activities like hot air ballooning, motor booting, sky diving, and cliff bungee jumping.

At the end of the visitor handbook, it was stated that in order to promote the fun of the amusement park, a special experience card would be issued for each attraction.
If a trainee was able to try every attraction within the month, he could bring their complete collection of experience cards to the central castle in exchange for a C-rank blind box.

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The reward was pretty neat.

Though there were many attractions, at least they had a month to do it.
Furthermore, the most thrilling of these was bungee jumping, which was nothing next to deathly horror instances. 

With time as the only expense, many trainees would surely choose to collect experience cards, especially if they were newcomers who lacked props and survival points.
Moreover, the reward was a C-rank blind box—any lucky fellow could strike gold, possibly getting a special prop from it.
It was fair to say that when it came to events, the system was rather generous indeed.

It was quite exciting stuff.

Zong Jiu chuckled, then flipped to the back.

After the visitor handbook, the subsequent pages introduced the Halloween Massacre Escape Event the system had talked about. 

Having fun was secondary.
Everyone was more concerned about the special event.

Sure enough, the wicked system didn’t let them down.

The Massacre Escape would take place on the 19th and 20th of the month.

It’s actually not even a day long, but took up two dates because the event would commence from 9 p.m the first day and end at 6 a.m.
the next. 

The system would scatter hundreds of unique monsters in the amusement park, all of which differ in appearance and personality.
Some liked to skin people, some liked to boil them in a pot in the middle of the amusement park, and some liked collecting human eyeballs.
Some even liked catching humans and tying them onto drop towers—then they would turn off the braking apparatus and let the drop tower shoot the rider into the air, admiring as it smashed into a blood pulp on the ground.

Of course, other than these ‘bad’ monsters, the handbook also noted there were also ‘good’ monsters who would only scare and not kill the trainees they caught.
Even that being the case, when the time came to it, no trainee would be stupid enough to care whether the monster chasing them was good or bad.
When seeing a monster, the first reaction would always be: Run!!!

Every hour, the system would announce a new safe house.

Within the safe house, no trainee was in danger of being killed by monsters.
However, the location of the safe house would change every hour; trainees had to move on to the next safe house from there. 

The rule of the game was that any player who managed to stay in the amusement park for ten hours without being killed would be deemed as having passed the normal clearance task.

The normal clearance rewards were generous, an A-rank blind box draw and 3,000 survival points, tempting many trainees.
After all, Xu Sen was the best example of someone who soared from C-rank to A-rank after receiving an A-rank prop, eliciting envy from others.

 

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Besides that, the Massacre Escape had a special clearance task.
The completion of this task would grant an S-rank blind box draw.

But all in all, participation in this event was voluntary.
Trainees would not be forced to participate, and anyone interested simply had to stay behind in the amusement park at 9 p.m.
on the 19th. 

Zong Jiu’s interest was piqued after reading this.

To him, a month was a long time to rest.
It would be too dull without moving his limbs about.

Besides… wasn’t an amusement park also a magician’s favourite stage?

He set the instruction booklet aside, eyes darkening minutely.
He shifted the cat snoozing on his chest onto another pillow and hopped off the bed, casually unzipping his jacket. 

The fireplace in the room was too toasty.
Furthermore, with the central heating turned on, it stood in stark contrast to the snowy scene outside.

After returning from the instance, the blue and white school uniform Zong Jiu had worn for a hundred and twenty days switched back to the clothes he was wearing before.

Zong Jiu never cared much about his appearances.
Even though the ground floor of the trainee dormitories was an indoor city, except for the previous disguise, he hadn’t bothered picking out more clothes for himself.

The white-haired young man walked to the wardrobe. 

It was a good thing that the A-rank butler was considerate enough to have prepared all the daily necessities in the suite, even selecting clothes that matched the style of Zong Jiu’s room, each tailored to his measurements.

Zong Jiu glanced at them, pulling out a plain white dress shirt from the various styles of clothing and threw it onto the bed.

With his back to the wardrobe, he pulled off his hair tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

His white hair fell loosely, concealing a slender, swan-like neck.
The light fabric slipped off the young man’s shoulders, revealing the beautiful contour of his back. 

The Magician always had a good figure.
His long legs were without the slightest fat, and due to lack of pigment, his skin was so fair it almost seemed to glow in the dimly lit room.

With that, Zong Jiu bent down and picked up the dirty clothes from the ground, treading the carpeted floor to the bathroom, and throwing the clothes into the laundry basket.

Under the warm overhead lighting, a concave shadow diffused from the dip in the young man’s lower back, shimmering with the dancing light of the distant fire, mesmerising to the sight.

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While he was turned away, the blue bicolour British shorthair curled on the bed cocked its head, intently watching his every action. 

Maybe it was an illusion, but a glint of dark gold seemed to streak across the cat’s icy blue eyes.

Only after the white-haired young man entered the bathroom, the sound of flowing water resounding from the jacuzzi pool, did the blue bicolour cat take a languid step towards the bathroom.

 

Only, its smug stride didn’t last long.

Just as it stepped into the bathroom, an irresistible force came from overhead. 

The Magician’s attractive fingers clasped around the cat’s scruff.

Heavily restrained, the blue bicolour cat was lifted from the downy carpet, its four paws paddling in the air, emitting vulnerable meows, the picture of woefulness and helplessness.

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Zong Jiu sneered.
“Go on, keep pretending.” 

His other hand felt above the cat’s head, sure enough, touching an icy puppet string.

“Bravo, No.
1.
Even manipulating a cat now, have you no shame left in you?”

Sure enough, immediately after its identity had been exposed, the blue bicolour cat ceased its useless struggling.
The golden in its pupils widened, turning icy, dangerous, and inorganic.

“Do you know where you exposed yourself?” 

The white-haired young man arched a brow, nonchalantly seizing that puppet string, slowly snapping it.

“This cat has always ignored me.
It’s like living under the same roof as a human is an affront to it.”

“Only you, hah.
You can’t even get your act straight.”