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

If three people receive a task at the same time, choose the one that looks the easiest.

"It seems there is no such loophole. Whoever receives the call first will be the one to go. The other two can only choose to follow or not, unless they are stuck in a random mission." Yuki shrugged and picked up the teacup nonchalantly. "In fact, the choice doesn't make much sense. The mission name is ambiguous and reveals too little information."

For example, the Devil's Hospital. You can only guess that it is in the hospital. The reincarnation game itself will not indicate the difficulty, so there is no choice.

There was no doubt that Hayasaka Ai and Sakurajima Mai would follow, and as they watched the blood-red countdown flash, they knew that now was not the time to discuss slowly.

"With only one hour of preparation time, the reincarnation game is really considerate."

"Well, it's enough for you to write a suicide note, but it's more to avoid trouble. It would be too scary if I suddenly disappeared during a speech."

Yuki knew what this time was used for. Just like Superman had to wear casual clothes, the player had to find a reason for disappearing.

Of course, this can be ignored, as disappearing in plain sight of everyone will cause the reincarnation game to distort people's perceptions anyway. However, the cost of the aftermath will ultimately be borne by the players.

'Not to mention that there happened to be other players around, so this identity would be exposed.'

Yuki narrowed his eyes and watched Sakurajima Mai and Hayasaka Ai making the chaotic preparations. Some needed to change clothes, some needed to ask for leave.

Judging from Bloodthirsty Red Moon's experience, the duration of each dungeon is actually not that long, but aren't there players in reality? If you are not well prepared, you will easily be discovered.

Fortunately, with Yuki's reminder, everyone has been making preparations in the past two days. For example, Hayasaka Ai used a virtual account to perform a double act with herself in advance, and created an act of meeting a pen pal.

It's a simpler case for Mai. She often takes leave from school anyway, so she can just take leave from work and be done with it.

"As for me, I don't even bother to find a reason. The worst that can happen is that I will fail the course and repeat the grade."

Looking at the two busy figures, Yuki drank a sip of tea very comfortably. He had no relatives or friends, and had not had the chance to join any club. No one cared about him if he disappeared for ten days or half a month.

Hayasaka Ai took great pains to set up a fake address, and Yuki suddenly understood why she was willing to take the risk to tell the truth. It was okay to fool Kaguya, but if she was really related to the Shinomiya Group, she would be exposed if she came a few more times.

Well, it seems I have to confirm it, it will be helpful in the future.

He had an idea, and just at this moment the bedroom door opened and Sakurajima Mai walked over.

"Are you still in a daze? Aren't you going to prepare the things for the copy?"

"Food, drinking water, and medicines have all been put into the storage space. We also discussed the precautions yesterday. Is there anything..." Yuki turned his head and rolled his eyes, "Senior, is it necessary to be so hardcore?"

Perhaps having learned the lesson from the bloodthirsty red moon, Sakurajima Mai changed into a mountaineering outfit, short combat boots, and carried bulging pockets.

"I think a short black silk skirt suits you better. A beautiful girl like you will be given a bonus."

"I believe you."

"Really? At least I will get a bonus to my attack speed. If you don't believe me, try it!"

Mai thought about it for a moment, her cheeks suddenly turned slightly red, and she understood the meaning of "attack speed". She took a big step forward and stepped on Yuki's feet.

"Attack speed, right? Do you want to increase it?"

"I thought about it more, and I didn't say anything. Everything the Minions see is yellow."

The heavy combat boots began to rub left and right, and Yuki finally showed a grinning expression. Fortunately, at this time, Hayasaka Ai came back from the balcony after making a phone call and handed the Fool's Mask to Mai.

Just at this moment, the boots moved quietly away.

The senior student was quite considerate of me and even cared about Hayasaka Ai's feelings.

"nailed it?"

"Well, there will be no problem within three to five days. Sorry for dragging you down." Hayasaka Ai showed a hint of apology. Her real-life problems were indeed very troublesome.

"In the last instance, we also dragged you down. Since we are allies, we have to share the good and bad things together." Yuki was very open-minded because there was no need to be entangled at all.

Now that Bloodthirsty Red Moon has decided to join forces, it is impossible to be a lone ranger anymore. If you really want to be absolutely safe, you must kill Hayasaka Ai and Sakurajima Mai together in the next copy.

I finally saved him, and then got rid of him for the sake of future safety. Am I not sick?

This inhuman thought flashed through Yuki's mind, and he reached out to take away another fool mask. This made Hayasaka Ai look at him with doubt. According to the previous discussion, there was no need for Yuki to disguise himself.

"I'll borrow it for now. After about thirty minutes, you can activate the feature. Follow the modeling I made the past two days."

"Why, you want to bite the hook?" Hayasaka Ai understood instantly, her blue eyes trembling slightly: "Didn't you say that battles between players will be involved in random tasks? Aren't you afraid of danger?"

There is a high possibility that he was fishing, and there is also a high possibility that he is related to the Shinomiya family. Wait, he did it for me?

Hayasaka Ai felt conflicted. This hypothesis had to be verified, but she didn't want to let Yuuki take risks.

It's very tangled and hesitant, but that's enough.

This is exactly the attitude that Yuki wants. Nothing is taken for granted, just like the absolute trust between the two of them under the crimson moon.

"Don't worry, I have never had the habit of sacrificing myself for others. I won't enter the dungeon if I'm involved in a random mission." Yuki picked up the mask with his fingers and turned to open the door.

"And vice versa, too."

boom.

The door closed, Hayasaka Ai looked in the direction he left, but another scene emerged in her mind:

In the dark tunnel, a tide of corpses rolled in. A man grabbed his clothes and ran forward desperately. Finally, he threw her far away. He held a big sword in his hand, and one man was able to block the passage of ten thousand.

He doesn't have this habit?

The girl grabbed the hem of her skirt, stood up before Mai noticed, rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the faucet, and rubbed her face hard.

When I looked up, I saw my slightly red face in the mirror.

It would be strange not to.

......

Yuki left the apartment. It was late at night and there were no one on the road. To be on the safe side, he still walked around the river and then hurried towards the temple fair street.

The festival was over long ago, and there was no more noise to be heard. Only the sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground and running at full speed could be heard. The night wind made him squint his eyes.

'I did 2m in 11 minutes 9 seconds, which is the Olympic world record, and 70m in seconds, which could have been a little faster considering I was wearing leather shoes.'

Yuki knows how to manage time very well, and took this opportunity to practice his speed, endurance, and explosiveness, and found that they have improved overall, but it's not a one-size-fits-all approach, which puts all players at the same level.

Perhaps due to deliberate training, he felt that his observation, agility and coordination were better than Hayasaka Ai's. Even though both were at the 'extreme' level, they still had strengths and weaknesses.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, he slowed down his pace. At this time, all the shops were closed. He glanced inside and saw only one shop with the light on. It must be the teahouse mentioned by the senior.

This is no longer fishing, it's more like an invitation. It seems that you care about me very much.

It's normal. Even if he was tricked, a new player with this kind of mentality is still a promising talent. Compared with interests, face is nothing.

"That's right, I also want to talk to you. Only by meeting you can we find out the truth."

Yuki licked his lips, raised his hand, clenched it, pulled out the character's costume, and glanced at the prompt.

[Back Killer: Some people can be feared just by their backs. In this state, just turn your back to others to release a strong pressure.]

【Valid time: 30 minutes.】

The tip is brief, similar to the previous "hesitation means defeat". The concept is the rule, and achieving this rule requires objective conditions.

"And it doesn't have the ability to change my appearance, but by chance, I can use Hayasaka Ai's Fool Mask to make up for the flaw."

"Back Killer, the costume is activated."

With a slight snap of fingers, the concept of the ceremonial dress was shattered, and then Yuki felt strange all over and couldn't help walking backwards. Fortunately, there was no one in the alley.

There are no useless skills, it just depends on where to use them. Yuki put the white mask on his face again and looked at the window next to him.

Long black hair, white shirt that goes below the knees, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. This style of painting should not appear in modern cities, but in ancient fairy TV series. However, when Yuki drew the 'Killer from the Back', he thought of this person.

Of course, with Yuuki's modeling alone, Hayasaka Ai has no way of fully bringing out her characteristics. She can only simulate her appearance mechanically, like making a realistic leather suit.

But in order to avoid being attacked from both sides, he had to cover his face, and let the dress take care of the rest.

He turned around and walked backwards into the alley, heading straight for the teahouse as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

First contact, start.

It was late at night, the lights were dim, and soft music echoed in the room of more than ten square meters, giving people a comfortable and elegant feeling.

The aroma of tea filled the air. Behind a square table, a figure wearing a fox mask sat upright. He seemed to be dozing off, his fingers slowly stroking the table top.

It has been five days since I arrived in Kanagawa. When I first arrived, I thought it was a very simple task:

Get in touch with a few new players who are getting carried away by their success, observe their value and then make a judgment. If they are sensible, bring them into the organization. At the very least, they have passed the novice copy, and there may be excellent characteristics that can be cultivated.

If they don't know what's good for them, then get rid of them decisively. There is almost no limit on killing in the reincarnation game. Leaving some opponents will become obstacles sooner or later. Anyway, there are more or less chaos props, so you won't lose.

"But the situation was unexpected. These players were extremely cunning."

He held the teacup gently. The other party actually set up a false target to lure him into a head-on encounter with those people. After the victory or defeat was decided, they did not dare to chase and kill them, fearing that this was a strategy of driving the tiger to devour the wolf.

"And they didn't come out to take advantage of the situation, and they didn't leave any clues in the entire Kanagawa area. It's really strange."

He is definitely a player who has just completed the novice mission. His purpose is very simple, which is to search for information about the reincarnation game in reality. However, his intelligence and patience have already demonstrated their value.

Not everyone can stay calm after surviving a disaster, enjoy life, exercise, or even indulge in extraordinary powers.

"He was very keenly aware that the world had changed. He proactively collected intelligence without any prompts and made such a thorough plan. This is no longer an ordinary player."

According to the discussion results, such players must be dealt with severely, either to make them willing to serve you, or to nip the danger in the bud.

No one is a fool, and there is no such thing as helping each other in the reincarnation game.

"But this patience is admirable. He didn't come back for three full days."

Two days ago, the masked man was lying in ambush all around, waiting for those players who couldn't resist their curiosity. According to his characteristics, even an invisible man could not escape his presence, so all they had to do was follow the clues and find the culprit.

But the prey was extremely cunning, and seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and never appeared again. After another discussion, they decided to come back and open a teahouse.

If the secret method doesn't work, try the open method. Since he is a genius, he must be arrogant. If that doesn't work, it might be a good idea to catch some lone rangers with excessive curiosity.

After waiting for a whole day, the masked man was a little tired. He was thinking about whether he should go back to report tomorrow when his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

finally come?

He sat up straight and turned his head to look at the door of the tea room. Various plans emerged in his mind, and then he saw a deep white figure.

Click.

Cracks appeared in the teacup in his hand, the aroma of tea filled the air, and the man's pupils froze.

Hmm? It's different from what I expected.

Just a back view makes people instinctively tense their muscles. Even in high-difficulty dungeons, this situation is rarely encountered.

Very strong. I feel nervous just by his back. A player above the extraordinary level?

For a moment, he regretted his arrogance. Who says that those who use Line to chat are new players? It may be that some unknown powerful player is organizing reverse phishing to see how the world is changing.

Fortunately, there was no murderous intent or hostility. And why did this outfit look so strange?

"Your Excellency is finally here." The masked man stood up solemnly, his voice changed by a special device so that it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. "Please take a seat. Since you are here, you must be interested in me."

The figure at the door did not move or speak, but exuded a profound aura that was not only powerful, but also contained a kind of contempt for everything in the world.

Ordinary people just think that this person is sick, but the masked man can understand.

They are fearless and don't care what traps I have prepared, because once the random battle is triggered, we will be the ones to die.

And it turned out to be a fishing trip. I was wondering why he was using LINE, a communication tool that only newbies would use.

"Sorry, I did prepare some gadgets, but they're now turned off." The masked man lowered his voice. Knowing when to pick the best match is a basic skill for every player. Since the opponent looks formidable, there's no need to play any tricks.

As expected, the powerful make people honest. I knew you would do something bad.

Yuki laughed in his heart, no matter how talented a new player was, they would be ambushed, but they would not humiliate themselves in front of the strong.

"No need, I'll just stand at the door, this is my habit."

What kind of weirdness is it to turn your back to people? Isn't this the most vulnerable position to attack?

The masked man frowned, but felt that there was some hidden truth in it, as if it was telling him clearly: Just give it a try.

"Sir, I have prepared some good tea for you."

"It's just an ordinary item, far from what I got in the dungeon. Do you think I would be interested in such a thing?"

A copy? Is it a buff-consuming chaos item?