I am a reincarnation player.

boom! boom! boom!

Each load became heavier than the last. The silver-white armor was covered with cracks and gradually shattered into pieces, revealing a handsome blond man among them with dull eyes and a confused face.

The sturdy man stretched out his hand, held the man's little chicken in front of his eyes, and sprayed the hot steam in his mouth on his face.

"Pure White Warrior, is this all the strength you can get?"

The two men's faces were less than a centimeter apart. The blond man with blood all over his face was gasping for breath. Looking at the hideous and terrifying face in front of him, he instinctively moved his body, trying to escape from the clutches of the devil.

"Adam...let me go."

"Your last words were begging for mercy? You disappoint me so much. This good equipment is wasted." Adam shook his head contemptuously, released his hand and let the man fall to the ground. He lowered his eyes and watched him crawl away like a dog.

"To become a player is to pursue power, and every step to the top is built with the bones of one's own kind, so my answer is—"

He stepped forward, caught up with the young man in two or three steps, and stepped hard on the young man's back.

"No!"

Paji.

He climbed so hard that a circular hole several meters in size was trampled out on the hard ground, just like someone had thrown a tomato on the ground. The young man was crushed on the spot, and the spurting blood splattered hundreds of meters away.

Chun opened his eyes a little, wiped his cheek with his hand, and looked down, only to see blood spurting towards him.

There was a sea of ​​fire before his eyes, and the huge arena was full of holes. A man in heavy black armor roared to the sky, and what responded to him was a thunderous cheer.

"Adam!"

"Adam!"

Crazy and joyful, this was a feast of killing. The entire player team was slaughtered by Adam, and it was wishful thinking to piece together a complete corpse.

Chun turned around and glanced at her companion in a white windbreaker. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say. The two of them just watched the whole process without taking any action.

"That monster seems to be quite suitable for this dungeon. I've been very excited from the beginning." The young man in white forced a smile.

"You're just overexcited, Officer Shiratori," Tsubaki corrected. Seeing Adam waving to everyone around him, she couldn't say anything.

After receiving the game prompt, the monster did not delay for a second. It first had a conflict with the guide and said that it wanted to go to the nearest death arena. Naturally, the guide refused because the venue for each seed had already been allocated.

Chun immediately realized that there was something wrong. Could it be that each death arena was home to a team of players? While she was still analyzing the situation, the monster Adam killed the guide.

That’s right, he killed the cult guide who occupied a whole clue 3!

Chun and Shiratori were stunned on the spot. How could they complete a game like this? This cult was obviously the managers of the dungeon. Aren't they afraid of being hunted by the entire dungeon?

Well, Adam was indeed not afraid, because he took them hostage and went straight to this Deathmatch Arena No. VIII, where he fought seventeen games in a row and then crushed the player team assigned here.

A pure white warrior, an extraordinary player, and quite famous on the forum, but he ended up killing an entire team by himself?

Chun covered her face. This was also a core figure in a large organization. No wonder Lord Huang Guang always said that Adam was a double-edged sword.

He must have the ability to predict the future, so it won’t be difficult to find the real culprit and clean up the mess.

"By the way, what's going on with this cult? Adam killed one of their people, and yet he hasn't been punished?" Tsubaki had been preparing for a fight. But let alone a fight, the cult hadn't even asked for an explanation. And then there were the fanatical deathmatch crowds...

Adam, who rebelled at the beginning, became a hero???

"Forget about plotting while you're with this monster. If the sky falls, he'll be the one to bear it anyway." Officer Shiratori sighed nonchalantly, "Our luck is just too bad. Including those lunatics, the Future Diary records four instances simultaneously. Why do we have to be with him?"

The organization's mission is to find the negotiator and find out the next stage of intelligence, which will benefit everyone. However, this monster doesn't look like a negotiator at all. His fists are much faster than his brain.

If that 'Taiyi' really existed, wouldn't the two of them be implicated?

"It's more dangerous to follow those lunatics. At least Adam won't attack us." Chun forced herself to find an excuse and muttered, "It's okay if we can't talk about silencing him. We just lose information, but no one can kill him faster than Adam. I'm most afraid that if we fight, he'll get away again."

"That's true, but the combined probability of the four copies is less than 20%. We won't be so unlucky." Bai Niao rubbed his forehead.

"No, he's here. I've already extended the invitation."

The dull voice startled the two of them and they turned around hurriedly, especially Chun. Her squinty eyes looked big and round every time she saw Adam, as if she had undergone cosmetic surgery.

"intuition?"

"It's a firm belief in the bonds of fate, a resonance between the strong." Adam's body was still covered in flames, and tiny cracks appeared on his armor. He reached out and patted Bai Niao on the shoulder, and the latter was almost patted into the ground like a nail.

"I'm very satisfied with your story mission. It was so comfortable last time, and that was 'No One Survives'."

"I'm glad you're satisfied." Shiratori quickly pulled herself out of the ground and patted her dusty clothes. "Want to take a break?"

"No, keep fighting. That pure white warrior is just a name. He's not using the full power of that item. He panics when he gets hit, and when he panics, he wants to run. He's not as powerful as these plot characters."

You also know how precious that mecha is!

The two of them were angry when they heard this. This kind of technological props also existed in 'Zhou', such as the handless one that Yuki had encountered before, but one hand was simply not comparable to a full-scale mecha.

A secret-level equipment was dismantled, but the two of them couldn't blame anyone because it was easier for Adam to dismantle himself.

"But you're injured."

"hurt?"

Adam looked down at his body. The missile had shattered his armor, the laser had penetrated the shield fixed on his hand, and a big hole was torn in his abdomen. Oh, the last one was pierced by the character in the previous scene and was used by that bastard.

He stretched out his big hand, dug around inside, pulled out a few shrapnel, and finally pinched the bloody hole shut like plasticine. This series of actions made Chun and Shiratori grimace in disbelief.

After finishing, he picked up a giant battle axe that was bigger than a man and carried it on his shoulders. He walked off the ring amid cheers.

"Hahaha, wounds and pain are the most wonderful candies."

......

"The first battle has been arranged, just follow me."

At the same time, Abate walked into the lounge and spoke directly without any polite words.

He was not optimistic about these people. Except for the leader Kevin, who was somewhat decent, the other women were too fragile. He felt that he could crush them to death with one hand.

"Can I choose my opponent?"

"No, this was arranged in advance."

"Arranged by the cult?"

"Nonsense, Death Arena IV is left to you."

Yuki paused for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Then can I refuse the challenge?"

Abate was stunned. This question touched upon his blind spot in knowledge. How could he not accept the challenge? How could he retreat? He should have been so excited when hearing about the battle that he should have lit up his eyes and just went up to fight.

"According to the rules of the cult, you can't refuse an arrangement. In addition, there is an impromptu challenge, so it can be considered an extra match."

“So how many games do I need to play in a day?”

Why are you so hesitant? You are not happy at all.

Abate was very unhappy and snorted: "It depends on how many people are interested in you. The most I've arranged in one day is 12."

12 games?

Yuki was shocked. This was too much. If he had to fight it all by himself, he would be exhausted to death. Could it be that this dungeon was testing the average strength of the players' teams and trying to rotate the teams as much as possible?

He was silent for a moment. A round-robin battle would definitely not work. For example, Hayasaka Ai's high emotional intelligence was very unique, in other words, it had great flaws.

Interest, this is the key word. I have to find a way to make them lose interest in me.

There was no point in just thinking about it, Yuki stood up and looked around at everyone, and everyone was inevitably a little nervous.

Bloody sky, crazy city, simple and rough style, this "Bloody Disaster" is obviously different from the previous copies.

Yuki didn't say anything, just gave a confident smile, took the knife, and left first.

"Come on, let's get on stage."

Chapter 7: Is it Fast Enough? (k)

After leaving the lounge, several people came to a death fighting arena under the leadership of Abate.

The outer walls of these death fighting arenas are black and uneven, and are oval in shape. They are much larger than any football field I have seen in my previous life.

Just like the residents of Yaduo Town, it was still an absurd logic. The people in the dungeon had nothing to do except fighting and watching deathmatches. And this thing was open 24 hours a day, and the cheers never stopped.

Rather than being entertainment facilities, they are more like monuments standing in the city.

Some black cars were parked on the side of the road. Some people were carrying broken bodies into the cars on stretchers. They looked like they were no longer human and did not look like they were being taken away for rescue. However, there was indeed a golden skull on the windshield.

Abate went up to chat with them, and occasionally there was wild laughter. Yuki and Hiyori looked at each other and seemed to find that these people in the sect had a good relationship.

There is a problem, but how can I check it?

I didn't want to put my senior sister at risk. As a support, she had little combat power. If she was discovered, it would be difficult to escape. Furthermore, the citizens here were not as welcoming as the residents of Yaduo Town. Not only would they not respond if you tried to talk to them, they would even yell at you fiercely.

Conventional methods are useless, and Yuki finally decides to remain constant in the face of change. He will find an opportunity sooner or later by following the plot.

"Let's go, time is almost up." Abate went and came back. He was not very focused at work and often left Yuki and others to slack off.

"By the way, how many death arenas are there in the city?" Yuki looked ahead and saw an 'IV' sign at the entrance, and his mind moved.

"There are eight of you in total now. From now on, you will be stationed at No. IV. Don't think too much. Just become a warrior here first." Abate explained in front.

"What does warrior mean?"

"It's useless if you know now. What if you die in the first round? I'll have wasted my breath in vain."

Yuki raised his eyebrows and was about to continue asking, but Abate had already walked ahead, so he had no choice but to follow.

The entrance was very narrow, about the width of two people standing shoulder to shoulder. Inside stood several strong men dressed like Abate, wearing sunglasses, standing solemnly like door gods.

Going further in, there is a dark and narrow corridor. The emergency lights emit a faint green light, but there is no dead silence like in the devil hospital.

Roars, cheers, and the sounds of battle filled the surroundings, causing Yuuki to subconsciously grip the hilt of his sword. He turned a few corners, and the exit was emitting bright light, while the noisy sounds became even more intense.

"kill!"

"Kill him quickly!"

"Cut off his head!"

"I want to see a river of blood!"

Not only Yuki, everyone's breathing became heavy. These sounds created a frenzied atmosphere that made people want to have a big fight.

"Calm down, take a sip."

Yuuki took a sip of the Serenity Drops and handed the bottle to the others. He came here to complete the dungeon, and it would not be good if his observation ability was affected.

At this time, no one cared about the youthful topic of "indirect kissing". They took turns taking a sip from the small bottle. After calming down, they realized that these cheers had actually caused a negative mental state.

It's really weird. Mai has come into contact with fanatical fans before, but none of them are as contagious as these voices.

They enjoy killing with their whole heart, as if the meaning of life is to watch this cruel fight to the death. They are far more crazy than any fans in real life.

"Be careful, there is a mental erosion effect here, and you may be infected without knowing it." Yuki reminded and stepped out of the corridor first.

The countless lights on top of the death arena made him squint, as if it was the brightest star in the city. At first glance, it was indeed a stadium-like structure.

There were circular tiered seats all around, but no one sat down. Tens of thousands of people had red eyes and were roaring, looking like a swarm of wriggling insects.

There were densely packed heads, but if you looked closely, the seats were not full and there were always a few empty seats among the crowd.

Yuki glanced over and before he paid much attention to the empty seats, he was quickly attracted by the strong visual impact. Reason could not explain their enthusiasm, but his heartbeat accelerated with the atmosphere.

What would it feel like if I were the center of attention and cheers from so many people?

Yuki suddenly felt like he was watching a football game in his previous life. He had also imagined standing in the center of Anfield Stadium, cheered by tens of thousands of people. He would die without regrets even if he could do that just once.

Moreover, this kind of enthusiasm and infectiousness is a hundred times stronger than that of a football game, enough to turn a coward into a warrior and make him rush forward in a fit of rage.

It is an unsolvable spiritual erosion.

He became alert and quickly shifted his gaze to the center.

In the middle is the arena, which is 400 meters long and 300 meters wide, about the size of three or four standard football fields. This huge area is quite shocking when viewed from above.

It was not flat, with obstacles of all sizes. It was not elevated above the ground as Yuki had imagined, but was almost level with the first row of seats. However, there were eight pitch-black columns standing around it, corresponding to the eight entrances.

What a strange architectural style.

The middle is too huge, which makes it seem like there are too few seats for the audience, but this structure allows the cheers to converge towards the center, creating a feeling like the eye of a storm.

"I can't imagine how exciting it would be standing in the middle of this. I'm afraid I'll lose control of my emotions." Kaguya murmured to herself. She wasn't used to the feeling of being the center of attention. Even when speaking as a representative of the freshmen, she remained calm while being stared at by the students of Shuchiin.

But right now, this atmosphere has probably intensified a thousand or ten thousand times, and I can't calm down no matter what.

"Miss, would you like another sip of Serenity Dettol?" Hayasaka Ai asked from the side.