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

It was a well-reasoned question, and the tyrant couldn't find fault with it. He stretched his wrist and asked, "How much strength do you have left?"

"Seventy percent, one fight is enough."

There are five compressed biscuits left, which can replenish my physical strength twice at most. Breaking through the third floor will get me close to the finish line, and I won't have a chance to rest by then.

"How about we rest for another half an hour? We are outnumbered two against three. Sorry, Miss Hiyori, this may be a little rude to you." The Tyrant said and looked to the side.

The girl waved her hands repeatedly, indicating that she was just a newbie and shouldn't be counted.

"According to my intuition, Miss Rabbit is not very strong. Hasaka has at most two dungeon qualifications. The key is that curly-haired girl."

"Well, he wanted to act like a rookie from the beginning, but his acting was poor." Yuki glanced at him, his eyes gradually sharpening, "But have you ever thought about it? He should know that the two people around him are of no use, so why does he dare to be our enemy?"

"Because the benefits outweigh the risks, he has a trump card that changes strength."

As soon as Rihe finished speaking, several people became uneasy. They were not fools. If they dared to do it, they must have something to rely on.

"Then you should get enough rest and deal with him in full condition..."

Before the tyrant could finish his words, he saw Yuuki walking down the stairs, decisively pushing open the door to the third floor, blinking, and instinctively followed him.

"Wait a minute, aren't you contradicting yourself?"

Yuki didn't answer. He had already stepped into the third floor and looked up to see a dark corridor.

The lights on the ceiling were not on, only the emergency lights were emitting a light green glow, and the layout was also different from that upstairs.

The floors and walls were grey, and there were few rooms on either side. Unlike the wards, operating rooms or warehouses, there were several corridors leading in all directions, and the corridors were filled with all kinds of sundries and equipment.

Yuki saw the surveillance camera, which was only found in the lobby on other floors, and he blew it up with his hand.

"Wait, the shape of this probe is different from the one upstairs, and there is no dust on the circuit." Hiyori happened to see this scene and reminded.

They were both semicircular probes, and Yuki couldn't actually tell the difference, but after hearing the reminder, he confirmed his guess.

"It's installed. They are here indeed."

These words immediately made people nervous, and the three of them looked around to check if there were any traps around them, while Yuki widened his eyes slightly and took a few quick steps forward.

His unusual behavior attracted the attention of Tyrant and Hiyori, who saw him walk to the wall and pick up a pillow shaped like a rabbit's ears.

It was covered in dust, presumably some employee's personal belongings had fallen on the chair, and when Yuki roughly tore it open, a piece of paper was found between his raised fingers.

The corners of his mouth were stretched wide, revealing his white teeth.

"It's not two to three, it's five to one!"

PS: Please give me razor blades and tickets. I haven’t asked for a long time.

Devil's Hospital: Chapter 28: Refined! (First update)

This old bastard actually kept it secret until now!

The moment Yuki finished speaking, the tyrant's eyes widened, and he rushed over as if he had taken off his gas mask, grabbed Yuki by the collar and asked loudly:

What made you look like this, and where did you take the acting training course?

There was no sign at all that the ice-sculpture beauty, the kind-hearted Miss Rabbit, had been in cahoots with him from the very beginning.

In fact, it was a common practice for veteran players to separate teammates, but this was the first time he had seen one so convincingly.

The tyrant turned around and saw Shiina Hiyori, who looked unsurprised. He was suddenly a little broken in his defense.

Well, this person is also on his side. Now there are six players in total, four of them are his. How should this be played?

The tyrant's defense was broken, as it was reasonable for him to be afraid. Yuki, who had inadvertently shown his muscles, had finished reading the note and revealed a confused expression.

He guessed right. Curly did have some kind of trump card to turn the tables and had been planning something on the third floor. According to the information from Senior Mai, he wanted to complete a certain plan and gain the power to face the final boss.

【Old players of three copies】

[The characteristics can be integrated into the dungeon to gain the trust of Dean Fuchuan]

[Hidden in the monitoring room preparing for something]

Yuki connected these key points, lowered his head in thought, and recalled his contact with Curly.

The two were not familiar with each other, and the only time they saw him display his power was the first time he went deep into the Wrong Path. Endless demons poured out, and this man had to tear off his disguise as a rookie.

At that time he created ground spikes, no, he changed the shape of the floor, that skill looks very familiar.

After a few seconds of silence, Yuki suddenly opened his eyes and growled, "Go, find him immediately!"

He remembered what that skill was.

Alchemy, this skill is actually very common, and can even be divided into many types such as Western fantasy and cultivation. But according to the experience of Under the Red Moon, there is a work whose alchemy is very representative, and the mysteries in the work require a lot of time to prepare, as well as the resentment, hatred and anger of the person being refined.

The Philosopher's Stone, he wanted to refine the Philosopher's Stone, no wonder he came to this deserted third floor specifically, no wonder he stopped us from getting close.

Even though the skills and monsters in the reincarnation game would mutate, just like Curly needed to draw the alchemy array before, certain core elements could not be wrong.

"What's wrong?" The tyrant saw Yuki running and hurriedly chased after him.

"I was wrong. That curly-haired guy showed more than just his fangs." Yuki walked quickly through the corridor, his eyes scanning the surroundings, and with a step, he headed towards the monitoring room: "He wants to solve the problem once and for all!"

"Wait, he's not afraid of Tip Four?"

"I don't know, but in this situation, do you think those monsters are still medical staff?"

......

finished.

In the center of the floor, a young man with slightly curly hair stood up straight.

He went directly to the third floor from the ninth floor. Like Hayasaka Ai, he also achieved success. With his previous accumulation, he finally gathered four strengthening points and raised his alchemy to the master level without hesitation.

At this level, players will be exposed to the deeper mysteries of the skills, and will be able to upgrade from just application to a balance between knowledge and practice.

"The knowledge gained from the Philosopher's Stone is enough to surpass everything gained in this instance."

An intense feeling of joy filled his heart, and he responded quickly. After gaining this knowledge, he immediately began to plan. In this devil's hospital, the materials needed for refining, namely souls, were extremely abundant.

These souls are impossible to obtain in reality, and skilled players will make use of copies instead.

Using the souls of demons and players as materials, a true alchemist would not be able to have the conditions, and just as Yuuki thought, through his stimulation, the hospital staff have turned into demons.

"It came pretty quickly."

He glanced at the destroyed probe and was somewhat surprised at how quickly the other party went downstairs and was able to rush out to deal with Dean Fuchuan's all-out counterattack.

Could it be that this copy is not as difficult as I imagined?

Curly hesitated for a moment, then felt that it didn't matter. No matter how difficult or easy it was, this opportunity must be seized.

"The guests are coming. Do you want me to go and meet them?" Hayasaka Ai stepped forward decisively, drew her gun, and was alert to the fog in the house.

Tsk, this Dean Fuchuan is quite smart. He kept a trick for me. And the lower the floor, the more obvious the vision he can create, right?

The young man felt the demons gathering, and his inaction obviously aroused suspicion. This was forcing him to work, and outside the door, a bunch of players who wanted to settle accounts with him were rushing over.

"Unfortunately, they are too late." Curly calmly glanced at the girl next to him and snapped his fingers gently: "Miss Hasaka, you come to deal with these demons and help me buy some time."

"What about them?"

"Ha, you don't have to do anything, because--" The young man raised his right hand high, leaned over, and slammed it hard on the ground.

"They will become one with me!"

With a clapping of his hands, the mark carved by the sharp knife on the ground emitted a blood-red light, forming a corner of a hexagram, and then the light extended towards the corridor.

The philosopher's stone is refined and activated.

The red light illuminated the girl's face, causing her to cock the hammer unconsciously, but due to the constraints of the contract, she could not cause any subjective harm to the young man, and neither party could destroy the other's extensions.

The first one was proposed by Hayasaka Ai, and the second one was Curly's request. When she saw these engraved patterns, she understood why this request was made.

A magic circle? Absorbing other people's vitality to replenish oneself?

Hayasaka Ai didn't know the details, but a smile suddenly appeared on her ice-sculpture-like face:

Sorry, someone has been plotting against you since the beginning of the dungeon.

Hey, why is there no effect?

At the same time, Curly, who was half-kneeling on the ground, frowned.

That’s not right. I clearly portrayed it based on that knowledge.

He blinked continuously. He had just upgraded his skills and gained knowledge a few hours ago and had no time to simulate carefully. After a moment, cold sweat broke out on his face.

Damn, something must be wrong.

His brain was overloaded, he stared blankly at the light extending into the distance, listened to the sound of footsteps, and then quickly turned his head away.

With a distorted expression and a flushed face, Curly just went over everything in his mind and suddenly found a problem that he had overlooked:

"Where's that damn rabbit!?"

After several hours of full preparation, he actually 'forgot' the existence of Sakurajima Mai.

The core of the Alchemy Array is the monitoring room. The entire third floor is within the Alchemy Array range, but both parties have signed a non-harm agreement, which means -

The rabbit left the core and entered the refining range, but due to the constraints of the contract, he could not hurt the other party, and of course the refining array would become ineffective.

Facing the furious young man, Hayasaka Ai did not give any explanation, nor did she smile a look of success. She simply turned the gun towards the other party, and then pulled the trigger as the young man's pupils shrank.

boom--

The death knell rang, the shock wave of the bullet lifted up the curly hair, and an arm as thick as mud stretched out from the shadows, and was instantly shattered by the shot.

"Your actions just now have betrayed Dean Fuchuan. Hurry up and do it, or you will be the first to die."

Hayasaka Ai reminded her in a cold tone, but if you listen carefully, you can find a hint of joy in it.

Of course Curly had no mind to listen. He jumped up as if he had been stabbed in the buttocks, his mind in a mess.

Are these two people in cahoots with the tyrant and Thomas?

Or are they both still holding on to the naive idea of ​​working together?

Or are they two "individual players" who want us to fight to the point of mutual destruction?

There were three key issues of stance. He had no way of calming down and thinking carefully. He only had two general ideas in one second:

First, the contract item is still valid, the opponent cannot hurt you, and is covering you.

Second, this woman was right. Dean Fuchuan had been secretly monitoring me, and he became a serious concern the moment I started the refining process.

After all, Yuki's case could only be considered a patient riot, which was a matter of suppression, but Curly was having a party in the dean's paradise, committing an insubordination and trying to seize control.

In the midst of panic, he still maintained his rationality and understood what he needed to do most now:

"No matter what, strength is the most important thing."

Curly stepped onto the table, not even looking at the monsters emerging from the mist. He raised his hands and pressed them against the ceiling.

This was his backup plan. Since the rabbit was on the third floor, there would definitely be no problem upstairs.

The philosopher's stone is refined!

PS: I have to go for treatment again tomorrow. My recent heart palpitations have been cured. I finally don’t have to experience that feeling of being on the verge of death.

Demon Hospital: Chapter 29: Hunting Players (Second Update~)

It is alchemy indeed!

Yuki was walking through the corridor, and when he saw the flash on the ceiling, his heart stopped beating.

He knew very well what this thing was. It was to transform a living person into the purest soul energy, which was then aggregated together to form an energy crystal.

Unless the soul is extremely powerful, even players within the refining range will not be able to resist.

The three faces turned pale instantly, but after a moment, they realized something was wrong.

"This energy reaction seems to be coming from upstairs?" The tyrant came back to his senses and touched his whole body but did not find anything unusual.