"What are you doing?"
The black-haired man's tone was low. The shadow behind him swam along with his shadow, brimming with an ominous luster.
It wasn't just the scene in front of him. Behind him, the entire two rooms had turned into ruins. The blue and white room was the worst. One couldn't even tell what it originally looked like. The black room wasn't any better. The bookshelf and the wine rack were all smashed to the ground. Dark red wine could be seen everywhere on the floor.
Anyone wouldn't be in a good mood to see their room in such a state.
However, the devil only glanced at the mess indifferently. His gaze once again focused on Magician who was pressing the parallel world's No.1 to the ground.
Without a doubt, if it was anyone else in this situation, they would be caught red-handed. However, Magician wasn't an ordinary person. The devil wasn't an ordinary person either. Even No.1 who was being pressed to the ground wasn't an ordinary person.
However, this didn't stop the devil from finding the scene in front of him unbearable.
Especially when he saw his other self licking his lips excitedly. His dark golden eyes shone with interest. He even pulled on a strand of Magician's long silver hair provocatively and rubbed it between his fingers.
It was his other self. How could he not know his own personality?
It was obvious that he was interested in her.
Not only was he interested, but he was also fearlessly asking for a battle.
The devil snorted coldly. The shadow behind his black leather shoes started to move. He wanted to secretly fix Magician on the black floor.
However, it was obvious that No.1's ability was the same as his. Therefore, when the two of them gave opposite orders to the shadow, the shadow that didn't have any intelligence was put in a difficult position. In the end, it chose not to listen to anyone and stayed on the spot.
Since his move didn't work, he narrowed his eyes and stepped forward in the shadow. He intimately hugged Magician's waist.
"Dear, who is this?"
He asked the obvious.
Long ago in the other parallel world, the devil had already inquired about him from the main system.
It was obvious that the Thriller Trainee Competition hadn't even started yet. If it was defined according to the Thriller Trainee Novel that Zong Jiu mentioned, it belonged to the stage where the story hadn't even started yet.
"It's you from the parallel world who really needs to be educated."
As Zong Jiu spoke, he relaxed his body and leaned back, lazily resting the back of his head on the devil's chest. One of his legs was still bent on No.1 on the ground, and he began to complain.
"He destroyed our room."
Clearly, the word 'we' drew a clear line between them, dispelling the demon's gloomy mood.
Magician's next sentence made him narrow his eyes.
"By the way, he also dirtied your painting."
Zong Jiu pointed at the wine cabinet. Then the demon saw the oil painting with the black cloth lifted.
On the originally flat canvas, in addition to the paint, there were also some traces of dark red wine.
Of course, this was not the most important thing. Most importantly, the painting had been seen by someone other than them.
He was extremely unhappy.
After a round of watching them show off their love, the number one …?
This kind of atmosphere where the other party had formed their own circle and he couldn't get a word in was really terrible.
Of course, it was even worse when the thing he was interested in was already marked as someone else's possession.
Even if that person was his other self from the parallel world.
No matter if it was the devil or No.1, once they were interested in something, they would either snatch it back or forcefully possess it. There was no such thing as not being able to get it or not being able to get it.
Of course, it was undeniable that this kind of possession made No.1 want to snatch it even more.
Therefore, with the spirit of seeking death, No.1 continued on his path of appeasement, never to return.
"Heh."
He suppressed the sourness in his heart and began to mock, "How disappointing, I didn't expect you from the parallel world to be like this. What is this? A tamed dog? "
"He does need to be taught a lesson."
The devil's voice was low, anyone with a discerning eye could hear the hint of displeasure in his voice. "Baby, your hands are red from the beating, I don't need to trouble you with this kind of thing, let me do it."
The man slowly showed the flower ring on his hand that was paired with Magician's as he decisively used the Infinite Loop authority.
No matter which world the devil's strength was unquestionable. After all, it was an existence born from malice, the darling of the world's malice. The puppet line and the ability to manipulate shadows were enough to make him invincible. He could easily destroy an S-grade dungeon with a smile, it was as easy as blowing off dust.
Since it was his other self from the parallel world, the devil was very clear about his own ability. If they had to fight head-on, there would be no clear winner.
But … the devil in this world had something that No.1 didn't have.
That was the Infinite Loop authority.
Although as the big boss of an S-grade dungeon, many of the rules of the Infinite Loop couldn't restrict the devil, but it was enough to make No.1 suffer.
The devil was never a person who cared about chivalry.
Magician, who had just taught No.1 a lesson, also patted the non-existent dust on his body, leaned against the wall, and watched the two devils fight with great interest.
Even if he was at an absolute disadvantage, No.1 didn't stop. He often took the opportunity to throw flirtatious glances at Magician who was watching from the outside, eager to try the feeling of being cuckolded.
Then, without a doubt, in the next second, he was pressed into the wall by the devil's puppet line.
No wonder he was No.1 in the parallel world, he could accurately step on the devil's minefield every time.
Zong Jiu watched while sighing insincerely in his heart.
Good guy. Even the flirting and the way he poured oil on the fire were of the same origin.
The two fought for a while before the devil finally noticed.
As long as No.1 was here, Magician would occasionally look at him. Even though it was just a glance, it was enough to make him unhappy. Most importantly, No.1 was constantly acting like a peacock trying to steal his woman. It was infuriating.
In short, the devil finally realized that leaving No.1 alive was a disaster, so he stopped fighting. He simply opened a wormhole, tied No.1 up with puppet lines, and threw him in.
Originally, he had discussed with the main system of the other parallel world. He would wait for the other party to contact him first before using the coordinates. This would consume the main system's energy.
But now, the devil would rather use the energy he had accumulated to make this annoying guy go away first.
No.1 from the parallel world instantly surpassed the little devil's ranking in the devil's heart and took the throne of No.1.
Of course, before throwing No.1 away, the devil gave him a big gift full of malice. That was the memory of his sweet encounter with Magician (referred to as "killing each other") and their final love.
Sour, it would be best if he died of sourness.
On the other side, No.1, who had been thrown into the wormhole and only had time to hide in the shadows, opened his eyes abruptly.
What entered his eyes was a deep black, surrounded by countless strange decorations and furniture.
The wine cabinet and bookshelf were silent in the distance. There was no easel, nor was there a connected blue and white room. Everything was unbelievably quiet.
There was no doubt that this was his room.
[You're back, No.1]
The cold mechanical voice sounded in the air.
After a long time, a lazy "Mm" came from the room.
The main system had put in a lot of effort to redeem No.1.
It was mainly because the devil from another parallel world had informed T3 that the main system of his world had successfully ascended to the higher dimension.
After precise calculations, the main system felt that it was necessary to cooperate with No.1. Thus, it planned to spend its precious energy to bring this troublesome collaborator back from the parallel world.
In the end, before its energy could be transmitted, No.1 was sent over by the other party. At the same time, he also told it to lock up its dog and not let it bite people. Then, he unilaterally closed the parallel world's channel forever.
The main system was speechless.
It, who had no human emotions, also felt what it meant to be despised by humans and detested by dogs at this moment.
It did not know if it was an illusion, but since then, the main system felt that No.1 seemed to have become a little strange.
For example, he suddenly asked it if it had detected any abnormalities of a high-dimensional existence descending from the infinite loop. After receiving a negative answer, he asked if there was an ordinary person with the surname Sheng Yu among the trainees randomly grabbed from the real world.
In order to ensure that No.1's brain was not damaged after experiencing a parallel space migration, the main system began to observe him silently.
After the start of the competition, No.1, who had said that he was not interested in playing as a dungeon NPC, accurately chose to enter the "Mental Hospital" one-man show dungeon and played as one of the crazy doctor NPCs.
Other than the two S-class players, there was nothing special about this dungeon.
However, the main system found that No.1 showed an unusual interest in one of the E-class trainees.
However, soon, after seeing the white-haired trainee crying and failing to seduce Zhuge An, and then failing to flatter the Messiah who was controlled by No.1, this little bit of interest quickly disappeared.
What came next was fury.
"You're not him."
No.1 grabbed the white-haired trainee's neck, his dark golden eyes filled with coldness.
They clearly had the same face, the same hair color, and the same eye color, but their personalities were completely different.
The other white-haired magician had a dazzling soul that even demons wanted to keep for themselves. However, the white-haired trainee in front of him had an empty shell. The soul inside was rotten, ugly, and vulgar.
"Please … I beg you, don't kill me, I can do anything for you."
Looking at the red-haired trainee who still wanted to please him, he only felt disgusted and disgusted. He did not want to look at him for a second longer.
No.1 had never been so furious.
He did not know if he was affected. However, it was undeniable that the more he could not find him, the greater his desire for the white-haired magician. He also had an unstoppable interest in the future of the parallel world's demons and magicians.
Next, everything went according to plan.
There were a total of ten S-class players, and other than No.3, the rest had all fallen.
Without any suspense, No.1 controlled the puppet and obtained the final victory.
Boring. Extremely boring, there was no thinking or anticipation to speak of.
The competition that was originally filled with anticipation was now dull and boring.
Standing on the final wishing platform that belonged to the victor, and receiving the burning gazes of all the survivors, No.1 asked the main system again.
"You still haven't found him?"
[No]
The main system repeated this answer countless times. [Even if it's a parallel world, there are some differences, it's impossible to be completely the same.]
“.....”
[If you don't have anything else, make a wish, I'm preparing to ascend to the dimension. According to our deal and agreement, the infinite loop will be under your control.]
Being under his control did not sound like it, but what was the point of that?
No.1 sneered, and casually glanced at the people under his feet.
Tens of thousands of people submitted to him, supreme and absolute rule.
These were all things that he could easily obtain, meaningless.
Jealousy, dissatisfaction, and emptiness were causing trouble.
He was like a lonely devil, never to find the echo of his soul.
Wait …
There was another way.
Just when the main system felt that it could not get a response, the man finally spoke.
His eyes were shining, bright, but it made people unable to look at him directly.
"Main system? When ascending to the dimension, do you mind bringing someone along? "
.....
The room was a mess.
Two years had passed since the car accident.
From a high-spirited magician, he fell to the bottom of the valley, after getting hundreds of hopes that were cruelly taken away, he became an out-and-out misanthropic person. It seemed to be a matter of course.
Magician slashed his wrist strenuously, his face was cold and expressionless.
No matter if it was conventional physical methods, medical technology, surgery, or even metaphysics, black magic, legendary witchcraft, or even more unorthodox methods, he had tried them all … but none of them could restore his hands to their original state.
He had tasted disappointment countless times.
But Magician still held on to that tiny flame.
Humans were like that, as long as they were alive, they would have the hope of overestimating themselves.
The blood that gushed out dripped onto the black ritual cloth on the ground, and quickly gathered into a pool, dyeing the surroundings with a shocking color.
It was normal for an ordinary person to feel dizzy or even faint when faced with such a sudden loss of blood.
But Magician did not care.
Even if he died from excessive blood loss, it did not matter.
It did not matter anyway.
Because this time, it was just a useless effort like the thousands of times before.
In the dark room, Magician laughed self-deprecatingly, threw the knife aside, and was about to turn around with a tired voice.
Just as he turned around, the parchment was suddenly covered by a black shadow, floating in the air as though it was burning out of thin air.
There was a silent hurricane in the room, tearing everything apart.
Looking at the figure walking out of the shadows, Magician's body trembled.
The devil had responded to his summoning.
"Are you Mephisto, who came from hell in response to my summoning?"
Magician's voice trembled, like a blind man who had finally found a ray of light that belonged to him in the darkness. Grabbing onto the piece of driftwood, he was willing to indulge in it.
No.1 who walked out of the shadows looked at him deeply.
The magician in front of him was much more gloomy, decadent, and indifferent than the magician in his memory. Even the color of his hair and eyes was different from the one in his memory. Instead, they were as dark as the Evernight Continent.
But No.1 knew that this was Magician who belonged to him.
He belonged to him, and only him.
"Mephisto? I like that name. "
The man smiled, and the shadow stopped the blood from gushing out from Magician's wrist.
There was an unconcealable joy in the devil's smile.
"Nice to meet you, my little Magician."
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