You tell me, this is called daily youth?

Okay, I'll satisfy you!

Hong Zheng's face was full of ferociousness. He leaned back and tried his best to avoid the blade in front of him. He threw away the blaster with his right hand and reached for the pen in his mouth. At the same time, his frozen eyes emitted a faint blue light.

Extraordinary skills. Soul separation.

Swah——

Yuki cut off his right hand with a sword, and stabbed his left foot into the ground in front like a nail, bringing the running body to a complete stop.

This is an opportunity, an opportunity given by Sigong Hongzheng when he is at his wit's end. There is nothing more to say.

Turn your waist, twist your body, cut back... count silently.

three.

At close range, it's a flurry of combos, but the sharp blade freezes before cutting the enemy in half.

【Certainly.】

Only one word can be written in an instant. Without an object, the rules will cover the area without distinction.

Ok?

The long sword froze, and the body paused uncontrollably. Yuki subconsciously raised his eyebrows and glanced at his right hand, which had not yet touched the ground. A golden fountain pen was pinched between the fingers.

This ability to weave reality does not originate from the pen, which means that this thing is just bait.

It's very insidious. Unless you have identification skills, no one knows that this pen is just a decoy.

"Writing ability, a novelist's dream? Is this a trait?"

Yuki recalled the character model of Shinomiya Nijimasa in his mind and saw that the blaster that was thrown into the air stopped spinning, as if it was held by a ghost, and then slowly turned the muzzle.

Is this a strategy to lure the enemy in and take advantage of my habits?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he did not burst out all his energy to fight against the rules, but quickly swept across the front.

two.

With the help of the "daylight", Yuki saw a vague shadow. It appeared behind Shinomiya Nijimasa like a stand user, leaning forward to grasp the blaster.

"It's indeed a monster, forcing me to take such a risk."

Hong Zheng looked down at the man in front of him. He was even more insidious than Yuki thought. It was useless to have identification skills. The golden pen was originally a chaos item, but he had never used it before.

That was just a bait. Writing reality was a feature, a feature written by the soul. When the enemy focused on the flesh and the golden pen, his soul had already used extraordinary skills to leave the body.

Writing in the same way, controlling the enemy, then holding the gun and launching a fatal blow, the characteristics of the control shooter are brought to the extreme.

"Won."

1. Time's up.

The sky darkened again, and Sigong Hongzheng could not see anything all of a sudden. The feeling of anger at being disturbed at the critical moment surged into his heart for the fourth time, and the next moment he realized that something was wrong.

Fantasy writing loses its purpose, which is equivalent to saying...

"I was out of control, and the distance was the same for both of us."

Yuki was freed from the constraints of the rules. Without the Devil's Eye, he couldn't see anything either, but he didn't need his eyes to see at this time.

Swah——

The long sword hit a hard object, and the sound of metal breaking came to his ear. The enemy did not intend to fight to the death with him, but threw down his gun and retreated as fast as possible.

The hunting rifle passed through the right armpit and was aimed forward in the darkness. It was also loaded with soul bullets at the maximum, but this time it was shotgun shells.

Two shots in a row. Rain of bullets.

boom!boom!

Flames appeared at the muzzle of the gun, accompanied by the roar of lightning. Yuki turned his head and looked forward.

A small mountain of bones turned into powder, and the ashes were mixed with bright red blood mist. Sigong Hongzheng's body was directly blown to pieces, and only a broken shadow remained in the devil's eye.

The soul could not see any expression, only desperate questions could be felt, as if it did not understand what had just happened.

There was no accident like deus ex machina or burst of ultimate strength. He felt that he had failed in his own plan, but how did he know that? Could he really be a prophet?

"I didn't know that was your characteristic, and I didn't know you had this kind of killer move, but I'm used to thinking of ways to save myself before killing others." Yuki answered gently. He really didn't know, he just wanted to use the rules he found to the extreme.

Since Tian Hei can crack the code, why can't I use it? No matter what killer moves there are, I have a way to avoid them.

"Details determine success or failure. What supports killing is not just strength, but more importantly, how to make use of the right time and place." Yuki replaced Huang Guang's role, regardless of whether Shigong Hong's soul, which was being shattered, could hear him.

While patiently teaching, he took two steps forward and struck with his backhand—

"By the way, Kaguya says hello to you."

Chapter 15 The Executioner and the Bian Tai

There was no corpse because thousands of bullets had shattered everything in front of it, and the remaining soul had been stabbed several times, leaving no trace.

Until the very end, Yuki was still explaining to this young master who was eager to do something what a qualified finishing blow was, until all traces of him were wiped out, and then he stabbed the blade into the broken bones on the ground.

"Yeah, not bad."

Yuuki gave a fairly fair evaluation. Shinomiya Nijira was indeed capable, and in a sense was the strongest player he had met so far, but he lacked a sense of oppression, and the trouble he caused was not even as much as the previous smoker.

"On the right battlefield, you have a reasonable chance of defeating me, but why should I give you a fair fight?"

The last move must have been thought up by a professional team and has been used in actual combat, but as mentioned before, Yuki never thought about fairness from the beginning.

A control-type shooting player with rather strange characteristics. Unfortunately, this battle has always been in my plan.

There are no coincidences. The law of lightning is the core of the battle plan. If it were not for this, it would be a different way of fighting.

Yuuki looked away and saw the scattered debris on the ground, which was even more regrettable. That blaster would have been great if given to Hayasaka Ai, but it was blown into pieces.

He walked forward a few steps on the broken bones, bent down, picked up the pen from the fragments, and slowly frowned.

"I underestimate you."

All objects were smashed to pieces by him, but the pen remained unscathed, and the murmurs told him the result:

【Chaos Props: Old Gold Pen】

[Can only be used with specific props to turn the past into reality]

[Side effects: None]

[Description: This is a pen that records the past. Only the future can record the past.]

It's actually a chaos item. Does that mean I have identification skills, or will he still trick me?

Yuki really underestimated Shinomiya Nijimasa. His tactics were indeed well thought out and he would have been fooled no matter what.

You think that Fantasy Writing is a chaos prop, and when you concentrate all your strength to attack this pen, Shigong Hongzheng will instantly reverse the outcome.

"There's no level rating. If it's just a scam, how did it manage to remain unscathed in the hail of bullets?"

Yuki became interested, but the answer naturally could not be obtained from the dead person who was evaporated on the spot by him. It was possible that Shinomiya Nijimasa did not know how to use it and was simply using it to deceive people.

A pen to record the past? Used on a specific item? This thing even comes in a set?

He read the description again, his mind full of questions. What does "only the future can record the past" mean? Isn't this sentence contradictory?

There wasn't a single word of nonsense in the description of the Chaos Item. Yuki was stunned for a moment and put it away for the time being.

Lightning flashed one after another, like a naughty child constantly pressing a switch, and the Skeleton Plain was dark for a while, then suddenly bright.

In the blink of an eye, Yuki drew his sword and slowly turned around. The waiter in a tuxedo was standing a hundred meters away, looking at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Hey, this person can teleport?

The waiter was even more confused than Shinomiya Hongzheng. He had just fought with the blond young man, who was surprisingly weak and had to rely on a defensive item to hide in the darkness.

No, to be precise, it was because of his understanding of this random dungeon that he was able to launch a sneak attack at 'dawn', and then hide in advance when faced with a counterattack.

"Damn, why is he here?" The female leopard also followed, with a look of disbelief on her face, and quickly looked around: "Where is Shigong Hongzheng? Did that bastard sell us out?"

"I don't know, but I found that there was something wrong with this battle from the very beginning. Where did this third enemy come from?"

No one could answer. This battle had been inexplicable from the beginning, and the enemy was even more bizarre. It was as if they had created a predetermined battlefield and were waiting for them to arrive.

The female leopard also shook her head blankly. The reason was unknown, but the current situation was very clear:

The two Nan Yunyas were definitely not the same person, because the one in front of him was identical in appearance, but the kind of thrilling feeling that made one's scalp tingle was only seen in a few players.

He came, accompanied by the rhythm of lightning, flickering like a ghost in the intersection of night and day, and he would get closer with every 'blink'.

A sharp knife, a simple musket, and an elegant yet sinister smile...

The female leopard and the waiter exchanged glances, and before they even started fighting, they could already read each other's eyes:

We are doomed.

......

ended?

Kaguya stepped onto the mountain of bones, silently counting the time it took for lightning to flash across the sky.

As a genius, Yuuki was able to remember the coded schedule, but counting silently while fighting was too torturous.

His eyes had grown accustomed to the flickering, and in the few seconds it took for the world to return to light, he glanced forward and blinked several times.

"Is it really over?"

There was not a single enemy in sight. Yuki was the only one standing under the skeleton of a giant lizard, with even his sword sheathed.

"Of course it's over. That pighead has no habit of holding back. He makes a formidable enemy." Mai crawled out, his face full of fatigue. He smiled bitterly and said, "Even I've been affected. I used to be afraid to kill even a chicken."

Kaguya's mouth twitched slightly, and she realized that she had just shot and killed a player. She had even met the woman who used lightning before, and she suddenly felt a mixture of emotions.

No, there is also Hongzheng, who is my half-brother after all.

She felt a little weird, but she wasn't too sad. On the one hand, the other party had attacked her first, and on the other hand, in that disgusting 'gold panning in shit', she had already left the category of ordinary people.

"It's really scary to be his enemy." Kaguya muttered to herself. He killed six out of seven players, and half of them died without even being able to use their abilities.

A professional executioner, but how could such an executioner have someone as gentle as Sakurajima Mai by his side?

"Are you scared?" The senior student glanced away.

"No, he is not my enemy, why should I be afraid?"

To save face.

The senior student laughed secretly. This Kaguya was different from herself. She had never seen Yuuki in a miserable state. Ever since she came into contact with the latter, she had witnessed endless killing.

She was really frightened by that pig-head. Never mind, time will tell her the answer.

Mai didn't explain, thinking it was interesting to see another side of Yuuki. As for the cold-blooded executioner?

If that were true, they would have parted ways long ago.

"Let's go and meet up first." Patting the girl's shoulder, Mai stepped forward lightly.

Yuki was cleaning up the battlefield. There was nothing much to say about the process. The two men were already scared out of their wits and were caught up by him and hacked to death one by one.

The woman still had some courage, and before she died, she overloaded and destroyed all the props on her body. The man was more cunning and actually wanted to pretend to surrender and trick her.

It’s not that easy to trick me, but I haven’t met any player who surrendered voluntarily?

Yuki picked up the blood-stained tuxedo. It actually had a certain defensive power and withstood the shotgun attack. However, the inertia threw the waiter away, and Yuki caught up with him and hit him on the head with a knife.

"Extraordinary equipment, thank you."

Yuki just took a quick glance at it and put it away, thinking he would have plenty of time to look at it later. He stripped off the clothes and threw the body aside.

Get it done.

He clapped his hands lightly, surprisingly not feeling tired at all. He closed his eyes and used the absorbed souls to infer his own results:

Shigong Hongzheng and I are both Extraordinary II, the waiter and the female leopard are around Extraordinary III to IV, and the rest are slightly weaker. According to 'Zhou's' judgment standard, there is about 1 A-level, 2 B-level, and 4 C-level?

The results of the battle were brilliant. It would take at least three copies to kill these people in a regular mission. Well, including Hei Jian and Pan Zi, Zhou had suffered heavy losses in just a few days.

The secondary battlefield is the secondary battlefield, but the people who can be killed are real. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka has been planning for so long, but the results may not be much better than his own. After all, everyone knows how to cheat, and none of these players are fools.

As for right and wrong? Good and evil? He couldn't think about such lofty issues. He was too dumb to talk nonsense. It was either to be killed or to kill. It was that simple.

Killing each other, this time it’s what you wish for.

Yuki sighed, and when he opened his eyes he saw a pair of black stockings, which finally dispelled his melancholy.