How can my daily life of youth be a reincarnation game?

A simple and crude method, the most important thing now is to find out what clues there are from identities other than yourself, and newcomers are the easiest to grasp.

However, his roar made the three newcomers, who were originally a little alienated, unite again. Just like Yuki's choice in the Devil's Hospital, they solved the main conflict first and then the internal conflict.

"It's a waste of effort. Do you dare to believe what they say?" The thief suddenly spoke, as if to help someone out.

"I have this thing." Pan Zi took out a small white bottle and explained, "It's a truth serum. It's absolutely reliable. Don't you want to know what the clues to the other identities are?"

The Phantom Thief hesitated, Yuki watched coldly, and Rick simply drew his pistol. This was the first time that an internal conflict broke out right at the beginning of the copy.

Just as the dark clouds slowly turned into war clouds, a cold female voice was heard.

"No, we have nine people and only four identities. It doesn't matter if they reveal the information, but what if they drag us into it?"

This hits the nail on the head. For example, there are two cultists, one is an old player and the other is a new player. The old player has found his teammates, but he is also exposed. Isn't that more dangerous?

The fierce man hesitated for a moment, and still wanted to take action forcefully, but at this time, all the old players looked over and expressed their attitude with their eyes.

Damn, none of these people are exposed.

Pan Zi was not stupid, nor did he intend to start an internal conflict. After a rough analysis, he had a general understanding:

Among the four identities, the Judge is the most threatening, and without teammates who are not afraid of being exposed, his approach is most beneficial to him.

But just now he deliberately tested and then observed attentively, and none of the veteran players hesitated. Who is the judge?

"Do you guys like guessing riddles so much?"

"Forget it. If you continue to do it forcefully, it will only prove that you are a judge. After all, only this identity is not afraid of being exposed." Yue Gong continued.

"Tsk, if you think I'm that stupid, just guess." The man looked down on her but put the props away.

The atmosphere became awkward again. Because no one knew the prompts from other players, no one dared to raise their hand to identify themselves and call teammates. Whether they were real or fake, they would become prey.

A very smart woman, most likely an undercover agent. Does this prove that she is not smart enough, or is she deliberately exposing some of her secrets in order to find another 'undercover'?

Yuki watched coldly. The girl's initiative to confront Pan Zi had already exposed certain characteristics. Judging from her silence when joining the game, she should have known the risks, but had to do it.

The dungeon has just begun and the players have been divided. There is no need to pretend to be a good person or play psychological warfare at this time, just wait quietly.

Players are bound to the plot, so as the game progresses, the players with the weakest intelligence and force will be exposed first and then eliminated.

Clang, clang, clang.

When the last few bells stopped, the town really changed. First, the residents slowly gathered in the square, then the door of the church slowly opened, and some figures walked out from inside.

It looked a bit like a Christian ceremony, with several people in front wearing gorgeous plate armor and holding halberds to lead the way. They walked very slowly, pausing for a moment after each step, full of majesty.

Then came some clergymen in gray, purple and white robes, holding strange statues in their hands.

The statues are made of gold, some are human with bull heads, some are fish bodies with horse faces, and some look like a bunch of maggots, with a twisted and weird protrusion. Compared with the clergymen who are dressed in gorgeous clothes and have solemn faces, there is a sense of disconnection and inconsistency in the style of the paintings.

“It’s them. Even though their clothes are different, it’s definitely them.”

Yuki heard Kanon mumbling, thinking that the newcomer must be being hunted by these clergy, but he was too busy to care.

How to do?

[Judge's Tip 4: The evil god sees you as a thorn in his side, so don't take any chances.]

This is obviously some kind of religious ceremony. Those statues are definitely not postmodern art. If they lock onto me later, I'll be dead.

But he couldn't run away, because the other players were not fools and were watching each other.

It was obvious to the Judge that he was against the evil god, and if he ran away at this time, his identity would definitely be exposed.

He was getting anxious, but he was still watching the scene like a bystander, as more and more people gathered in the square.

The hint had already been given that the town would gather in the square at twelve o'clock noon.

The townspeople, carrying the elderly and children, walked out of every alley, numbering as many as a thousand. The alleys were like small trickles that slowly converged into a river.

Some people looked pious and muttered to themselves as they walked; some looked very pious but actually had wandering eyes; some looked doubtful but had to do it just because of tradition; some simply kept a straight face, thinking that this was a waste of their time for fun.

Just like watching the Spring Festival Gala, some people like it, some just watch it to accompany their elders, and some are strictly forbidden by their parents and just watch it on their phones.

'No wonder there is a third tip. Not all the residents in the town are believers, but there are so many of them. How can I tell them apart?'

Yuki had played the trick of weakening other people's foundation in the Demon Hospital, so he had some experience, but the current situation was completely different.

He has to kill and eliminate them, and that cannot be done by soothing pills. If he really has to face the attacks of these people, how can he have the time to identify who is sincere and who is an accomplice?

We can find a way to do this slowly, but the key is that there are only five minutes left until twelve o'clock, and more and more people are gathering in the square. Once the religious ceremony begins, there is a high probability that we will be discovered.

Zombies, demons, evil gods, each one is more difficult to deal with than the other.

Yuki gritted his teeth lightly, but his legs seemed to be rooted to the ground and did not move an inch.

He was waiting, waiting for the 'undercover' to be unable to bear the pressure. At least literally, they were also the enemy of the town.

Time passed second by second, and his heartbeat became more and more obvious. Yuki stood at the edge of the square, and suddenly, he felt his arm being held.

The man was so nervous that he almost drew his sword, but when he turned around, he saw an old man with a hunched back and a kind face.

With a smile on his face, he exuded a kind of kindness towards everything in the world, and asked with a smile: "What are you still standing here for? Come with me to the front. The closer you are to the statue, the more blessings you will receive."

Will that thing protect you? And wouldn’t it be death for me to go to the front?

Yuki's brain was working, and he noticed that the smile on the old man's face disappeared instantly, and his eyes began to turn away.

He was a little surprised and answered decisively: "I just came to the town and wanted to take a look first. This is not against the rules, right?"

"God teaches us to love everyone equally. This certainly doesn't violate the rules." The old man glanced at the other players. After all, these people were dressed strangely and were indeed very conspicuous.

"You are tourists, or outsiders, and you don't have to follow the rules of the town, but you can stay after accepting God. Many of our compatriots have lived here for a long time."

The old man has kind eyes and a gentle tone, which makes him very likable.

"Then how can we become compatriots?" Yuki narrowed his eyes and looked away.

Almost every player is surrounded by townspeople who look exactly like him.

"Go to church and be baptized. This is the first step. As for the second step, once you are sure to give your body and soul to God, the saint will tell you."

This routine is so classic, entrusting your body and mind to God, and does that also include your property? In essence, it is no different from pyramid schemes.

Yuki finally understood why the hint said "evil god", and he wrote down this important information and breathed a sigh of relief.

The players are tourists and do not need to stay in the square. Moreover, as the number of people increases, the square becomes more and more chaotic, and some people will definitely not be able to bear it.

Sure enough, when he bowed to say goodbye to the old man and looked up again, he found that some people were missing.

The girl in the motorcycle suit and the three newcomers all mixed in with the crowd and left the square, causing the remaining five veteran players to look at each other and see each other's doubts.

Those who leave may be 'undercover' or 'judges', or even 'ordinary people' who are disgusted with the cult, but those who stay are definitely 'believers'.

'I don't have to do anything, the problem will be solved by itself.'

Yuki sneered. No one had more concentration and patience than him. Who said he had to do the questions by himself? Wouldn't it be better to wait for others to solve them first?

No one was stupid. Almost at the same time, all the players retreated synchronously and left the square quickly, except Yuki who was a little slower.

This was a psychological tactic, he also wanted to see the ceremony.

I saw clergymen wearing robes of various colors walking up to the stone platform next to the church. Thousands of people sat on the ground, gathered on the east side of the square. Regardless of whether they believed or not, a sound similar to that of a Buddhist sutra meeting was heard.

Yuki couldn't hear what they were saying, or perhaps the language was so bad that even the Reincarnation Game couldn't translate it.

buzzing.

The whispers of thousands of people gathered together, like countless flies flying, and the magical thing is that it makes people feel peaceful.

When a tall, thin, plain-looking middle-aged man in white clothes stepped onto the stone platform, the murmuring sound suddenly increased by an order of magnitude.

How pious!

Yuki sighed, then opened the Devil's Eye. He took a quick glance, and the corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally. He quickly closed his eyes, quickened his pace, and ran away from the square as if he was running away, never daring to look back.

How weird and crazy it is under the warm sunshine.

Those in the know are confused: Chapter 5 Those in the know are confused, but those who are watching can see clearly (K)

South of town, rooftop.

Yuki ran to the edge of the town in one breath, climbed onto the roof, held his knees and took several breaths before he came to his senses.

The constant buzzing sound of chanting filled my ears, and the square was like a huge source of noise, but it was not as disturbing as the lamentations of the devil's hospital.

"But that's because you didn't see the extraordinary scene."

If he didn't have the Demon Eye, he would have been fooled by the chanting. But the moment he activated the bloodline skill, the world Yuki saw was different.

Thousands of people actually sat on the ground, chanting unknown scriptures and praying for the protection of the gods, and then...

The gods really came.

Fat, black, pus-oozing maggots appeared on the heads of all the townspeople. Some were thick, some were thin. Whether you believe it or not, they opened their bloody mouths and bit off from the top of the head, wrapping the whole person inside.

It was a bit like a blood-sucking worm lying on human skin, eating with voracious mouthfuls and shaking its fat body. He even felt a little sympathetic for the player who drew the 'Cultist'.

It’s okay if you can’t see the extraordinary phenomena, but if you can, who would dare to hold that thing in your mouth? I can’t stand it anyway.

Yuki grimaced. He originally thought of this as a simple mission, but now he was filled with disgust towards the town. It was so disgusting, even more disgusting than those demons in the hospital.

"Then the Demon Eye can't be used casually. We have to find another way."

Disgusting as it was, the problem still had to be solved. He opened the Demon Eye for just a moment and found that the maggots were trembling as if in resonance, with a tendency to "look" at him, so he quickly closed it and ran away.

Can't look directly at gods? This thing should be quite outrageous when it is fully functioned.

Why let the killer believers, isn't it the way out provided by the game? As for how to do it, that is the player's own business.

Yuki sat cross-legged, not daring to look at the "spectacular view" over at the square. He frowned and thought for a long time before coming up with a rough idea.

"The first step is to find a friend, an undercover agent. His tips should be similar to mine and he should be able to help."

Accustomed to working in a team, Yuki didn't think about solving the problem on his own even without the seniors and others, and he had already grasped the clues.

"Yue Gong is one of the three new recruits. There is a possibility that these four are 'undercover'. Of course, there is a small chance that he is a top-notch old shady guy who is clearly a 'cultist' but does the opposite."

"There should be very few players who can do this, because doing the opposite requires a necessary option, which is to overwhelm the strength of other players."

Yuki touched his chin. If he drew the 'Cultist', he would definitely do this, using himself as bait to lure out other players. One on one, I can kill anyone with less than three copies of experience.

Now that we have ideas and clues, it all depends on how to execute them. Yuki didn't get stuck in a rut, as the game won't let players slack off anyway.

"The second step is to not reveal your identity, otherwise you will be attacked by everyone."

Yuki checked his watch and saw that it had been about an hour, so he stood up and saw the crowd dispersing from the square.

Like bursting bubbles, thousands of people retreated back into a dozen alleys. Everyone seemed familiar with this ritual, and after reciting the scriptures, they went home and did what they had to do.

Yuki waited for a while before slowly climbing down the stairs, ready to test the three newcomers. However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he was startled and turned around quickly.

The old man in a shirt with a kind face was standing not far behind him. He was also stunned and smiled gently.

"Sir, what a coincidence, we meet again."

What a coincidence! In such a small town, how can you accurately locate me?

Although the reincarnation game has been full of coincidences since he joined, he never believed in luck, and the fingers hidden behind his back moved slightly.

This is definitely a fanatic. Should I take action against him? No, it is more likely that this is a temptation, a temptation that every player must face. I am not the only one who has been proselytized in the square.

Yuki suppressed his murderous intent, smiled and nodded: "It is indeed fate, it must be the gods guiding us."

"Great, it seems you have already felt the grace of God." The old man crossed his fingers and said impatiently, "How about I take you to the church right now? The ceremony has just ended. Maybe you can see the saint. It would be a great honor."

"Well, let's not go now."

"why?"

The old man was stunned. It only took a moment for his face to change from kind to terrifying. It was so fast that Yuki couldn't help but complain that people could change their faces so quickly.

Fortunately, sophistry can't faze him.

"God is supreme, right? We should be in awe of him, right?"

"of course."

“But some people don’t serve with their whole hearts, just because of the herd mentality.”