You tell me, this is called daily youth?

Even if Shinomiya Nijimasa has a special identity, Yuuki only killed a dozen players, so if anyone should hate someone, it should be Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

"Because Adam wants to find him." Huang Guang answered with a headache.

"Oh? I haven't met Mr. Adam in a while. He's a pure man, so I have to modify my advice: even if you don't trust your intuition, trust his."

Huang Guang looked into those azure eyes, feeling a little flustered as if he had been seen through. Of course, he didn't tell the truth. The biggest reason was still because of the future:

It is very interesting that the characteristics of the white bird portray the keyword "Taiyi". If there is really a connection, things will become complicated. Zhou specially held a seminar.

I originally thought that 'Taiyi' was just some fake information that was made up casually, but now it seems that it might be true, otherwise it would not have been possible to portray it.

If it is true, it represents an important clue for the next stage. Otherwise, if you pass the test, you will be beaten to death by the boss when you go up. That would be a big loss.

Whether to beg for mercy or to silence the witness, they would have to talk about it in person. If he had won the battle a few days ago, he could have tried to insinuate it through the academy, but he lost, so he could only do it himself.

"Yeah, so I adjusted my direction."

The artist smiled slightly, knowing that the man was not telling the truth, but he didn't care. The smell was so charming that it was enough to make him ignore all the conspiracy.

I just want him, no matter how many conspiracies there are or who is behind it.

Thinking of this, he was a little eager: "Do you want me to find him in the dungeon? Or ask those kids?"

"That academy won't be easy to take down. You and I don't have time." Huang Guang shook his head slightly and reminded him, "The probability of causal predictions is not high. There can be many copies at the same time. Even if I have the prop, I can't participate in every one of them. Besides, anyone below the extraordinary level will die if they go to deal with him."

"So let's get more people to look for it together?"

"Yes, and I have to find him quickly. I need to meet him and have a good talk before the final exam."

"There are so many tasks going on at the same time that it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"There is a way." Huang Guang interrupted, took a deep breath and said, "I will use that diary to increase the success rate."

That diary? Oh, this is really urgent.

The artist's mouth twitched slightly, and he found the anxious expression very interesting, filled with desire and fear. He didn't think too much about it and clapped his hands lightly.

The door was pushed open and a strong man walked in. His exposed skin was covered with tattoos, even his face was not spared, and it was covered with various strange animals.

"Artist." The visitor bowed slightly and said softly, "I've heard about the clown. Although he only knows the surface of art, his path to learning shouldn't end there."

"Esco, so I want you to do me a favor." The blond man was very polite, just like a conversation between friends.

"No problem, I just have a small request." Esco grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. "I haven't experienced your craftsmanship in two dungeons. This is a rare opportunity to meet you in person."

"It's a simple and pleasant request. Please wait a moment." The man nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and went to the kitchen. Soon, the sound of cutting was heard.

The two of them seemed to have forgotten that there were other people here, and they communicated very politely.

"Heart or liver?"

"Kidney slices, please."

"Cooking is a pleasure, how can it be troublesome? So, do you want to fry or stir-fry?"

"You've mastered the cooking technique perfectly. Would you like more?"

"There are tableware in the cupboard. Please put them away."

Esko bent down to get the cutlery, then remembered that there was someone else in the room, so he turned around and asked, "Mr. Shinomiya, do you want to join us?"

Huang Guang's expression was ugly, he felt like vomiting, and he couldn't understand anything. He could only force a smile: "No need, Mr. Artist, I will send someone to contact you later."

After saying that, he left in a hurry, not wanting to stay even a second longer.

Esco watched the figure from behind until he disappeared at the end of the corridor, then turned back and said, "It seems that even a powerful player like Mr. Shinomiya can't understand us, and his cooperation is not easy."

"He has concealed a certain key information, but Esco must not forget—" The blond man leaned against the door frame, a frying pan in his hand, full of the breath of life.

"Don't expect to understand, don't bother trying to figure it out. Games are just games. The most important thing is to please ourselves."

......

The black mountains were covered with potholes, large areas of rock collapsed, and the nearby woods were charred, turning into charcoal in an instant.

Yuki sat on a big rock, breathing softly, his tattered windbreaker repairing itself. He looked at the several 'corpses' beside him and nodded with satisfaction.

Get it done.

The game was over, all twelve players were eliminated, and he was the only one left standing on the battlefield. When the flames faded, Yuki closed his eyes.

Did you lose money or make money?

Judging from the energy consumed, this is obviously a loss. It is simply consumed without being replenished. When dealing with the Ryuen Xiang trio, they also activated the "vital point transfer". The consumption of this thing is indeed astonishing.

But he still felt that he had made a profit. Soul energy could be obtained from the next copy, but experience and knowledge required a lot of time, and what he lacked most now was time.

Mind barrier, soul network, extremely accurate flame bombs, insidious space traps, as well as damage swap, gigantism and other skills, characteristics and props.

Even if Yuuki turns into a murderous maniac and treats all other players in every mission as enemies, it would take two or three dungeons to see such a strong and diverse ability.

"For me, next time I encounter a similar ability, I can prepare a battle plan in advance. It can also answer many of my questions."

Bloodline skills are indeed very valuable. Among the twelve senior players, only Long Yuanxiang possesses the "Giant Bloodline". From experience, this should greatly enhance strength.

His hands became thicker than his entire body, and his punch skill created a sonic boom that shattered the mountaintops. Yuuki spent the most time on him.

The best tactic to deal with this kind of systematic players is to hunt them down one by one. They include commanders who also serve as communication towers, human search radars, and hunters who specialize in setting traps.

"If I hadn't observed ahead of time, my move would have disrupted the plan, and this time there would have been a huge mess."

Winning is winning. Yuki doesn't think he is lucky. All the coincidences are the result of advance preparation. If they really set up a formation to fight, the three of him would not be a match.

"You are really despicable." Sakayanagi Arisu came at this time, his eyes full of fear, annoyance, and a little shame.

She had originally planned to teach this guy a lesson, but in the end, these idiots were defeated one by one and didn't even last two days. However, she was still a little dissatisfied. It wasn't cheating, but it was a reasonable application of the rules.

He took advantage of the fact that the dying state could not withstand the last hit, making it impossible for Ryuen Sho and others to cover the attack, and used that field-type prop to assassinate them. When Horikita Suzune, who specialized in this item, was eliminated, the rest of the time became garbage time.

"They underestimated the enemy at the beginning, but became very cautious later. Besides, there is no such thing as being mean in a fight to the death. If they could really kill someone, they would have been defeated even faster." Yuki shrugged lightly.

"why?"

"Because the dead will become my strength, the more I fight, the stronger I become. How can they remain undefeated?"

Soul devouring.

Arisu Sakayanagi's pupils shrank slightly, and he finally understood where the sense of danger came from. This man not only wanted to kill him, but also wanted to eat him.

Yuki smiled imperceptibly. He was just bragging. The absorption rate of demon possession was not that high, but that didn't matter.

"Not bad, I lasted 38 hours, longer than I thought."

"Can I take this as irony?"

"No, it's a compliment. They have great potential."

And then they were all defeated by you, isn't that ironic?

Sakayanagi moved her lips and wanted to curse. In fact, in terms of hard power, Yuki and Ryuuen were evenly matched. She didn't understand how he could defeat everyone.

But fighting is not a game of cards, and strength on paper is useless.

"Then I must thank you for showing mercy."

"Well, you should be grateful." Yuki answered smoothly. After seeing the girl glaring at him, he changed his words and said, "Of course, I am more grateful for your trust."

"That's more like it, but no need to thank me. We were also testing your intelligence."

"How is the result?"

Arisu Sakayanagi looked away, looking at his resurrected companions one by one: "It's just ordinary."

There are tsunderes everywhere, right? Say whatever you want.

Seeing Ryuuen Sho and others staring at him with lingering fear, Yuki realized that the side effect of the prop was to amplify pain, which probably left a psychological trauma.

But to put it another way, Ayanokouji really didn't intend to be my enemy, so I finally found a reliable ally.

One is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, and the other is Kitahara Iori. Both of them are considered allies of Yuki, at least they can cooperate when they meet in the dungeon.

Ten more hours?

Yuuki calculated the remaining time in the dungeon and asked Sakayanagi Arisu beside him, "Can you tell me why Ayanokouji came up with this plan?"

He didn't believe that it was just a simple help. Tempering was a two-way process, so there must be a reason.

"Because in the previous battle, a player named Hiru taught us a profound lesson." Sakayanagi Arisu had a blank expression, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

It was the first time Yuuki had seen this expression on the fox girl's face, and he couldn't help but become interested: "The player that Day belongs to? Who is it?"

"Adam."

bloody disaster

Chapter 4: Entry (5K)

When the time is up, the random copy will automatically crash.

It was the first time for Yuki to experience the feeling of a copy crash. The result was no different from a regular task. He felt dizzy for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he was on the rooftop.

If the random copy reaches the time limit, it will return to the original place, which is why he kills all the enemies every time.

Back at the rooftop of the teaching building, it was already afternoon. Yuuki opened his eyes and saw Ayanokouji sitting against the wall, and he opened his mouth to complain.

"Stop talking. I'm not stupid enough to wait for you here for two days." The young man interrupted, not wanting to hear insults to his intelligence. He glanced at the twelve players who had returned safely, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Well done! They must have accumulated a lot of experience in dealing with monsters."

"My fighting style is different from that Adam's, so don't copy me." Yuki had just slept for a few hours and was in good spirits. Even in his dreams, he was thinking about that Adam.

According to Arisu Sakayanagi, this is the most powerful player during the day. No, it should be said that he is different from most players. How should I put it, he doesn't seem like a normal person in modern society.

The persistent pursuit of power, crushing all enemies like a berserker, is a pure madman who should live on other sets.

"The fighting styles are indeed different, but there is one thing that is very similar."

"Which point?"

Ayanokouji slowly stood up and answered seriously, "That feeling of a natural born killer, completely immersed in the battle, even instincts serve it."

Is this a compliment or a criticism?

Yuki's eyes twitched slightly, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that he was right. No matter how well the plan was made, there would be countless unexpected events when the action actually started.

But no matter how brave or cunning he was, he was extremely calm, and all his instincts and intelligence were for one goal:

Kill each other.

"I'm not a serial killer. I'm pretty normal most of the time." Yuki defended weakly.

"I can see that. It was beyond my expectations when we first met. Or maybe you really are that dangerous person. Hiyori-san won't follow you." The boy paused before slowly asking:

“So I’m curious about what you’ve been through.”

I made some preparations, but I wouldn't go crazy just for a possibility.

Yuki thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe he's just naturally gifted. He was born to do this."

He himself didn't believe this. In his previous life, he was a social animal. His hobby was to check out Bilibili after get off work. But the damn big data always made him switch from Bilibili to Bika.

If we really want to talk about talent, it should be the catheter.

"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it." Ayanokouji suppressed his curiosity and asked casually, "It's been delayed for two whole days. Have you received the mission reminder?"

Before he could finish his words, Yuki could no longer hear him because another voice suddenly came into his ears.

[Player Yuki, preparing to enter the story mission - Bloody Disaster]

[It is detected that the player has turned on the team function. Do you want to share the task? ]

【One-hour preparation countdown begins. 】

Damn, you are such a jinx.

Yuki didn't even have time to scold him. He had just returned and hadn't even sat down when the task reminder came immediately.

Why isn't this a regular mission?

What does bloody disaster mean? It sounds so unlucky. Is it a sign that I'm going to have bad luck?

Have the seniors come back?

Seeing Yuki's expression, Ayanokouji knew that what he said came true, so he gave a look to Ryuen Sho and others, telling them to disperse on their own and not to disturb them.