You tell me, this is called daily youth?

From observation, it seems that the cult is similar to the church in Yaduo Town and is the manager of the dungeon. Yuki is going against their ideas and no one knows what the consequences will be.

"Don't panic. At least I'm not violating the game's instructions. This will solve the problem at hand. If I really follow the plot, I can still sit here and drink coffee and analyze it slowly."

Definitely not. He's so hot-blooded that he's still standing on the ring fighting like crazy. He doesn't even know how many fighters there are in the Death Arena IV. Apart from being filled with passion, it's meaningless.

"And there are the eight pillars at the edge of the ring." Yuki put down his coffee cup, frowning.

He possesses the devil's eye, and in the devil's vision, the eight pillars contain terrifying soul energy, like eight burning torches.

"When Niu Mo won, I almost reached my peak. But even though it was also a victory, when it was my turn, the intensity of the burning sensation was a little less, and I didn't seem to be as excited."

"Are you saying the atmosphere on the scene is connected to the mysterious soul energy?" Hayasaka Ai suddenly felt intrigued and gently pinched her chin. "This seems to support the rules just now. The cult is the organizer of the deathmatch. Those eight pillars must be related to them, and even involve the final secret of one of the main quests."

"Based on past experience, the cult must be the enemy. My approach does not violate the rules of the game, but can also make them suffer a setback. We can continue to test them." Yuki answered firmly. When it comes to placing a bet, he has always been braver than anyone else.

This is all the information gained after a fierce battle. Yuki adopted a reverse strategy and prepared to see the opponent's reaction.

Anyway, there are so many people this time, there is more than one way to go.

Click.

The door opened, and Shinomiya Kaguya returned. Seeing Yuuki sitting in a high-backed chair, lost in thought, she felt a sense of pressure. Fortunately, the maid was right beside her, and her steps became brisk again.

"Hayasaka, pour me a cup of coffee."

"Yes, Miss Kaguya."

She took the coffee, and the familiar smell made her completely relaxed. She placed the cup back on the long table and spoke again, "Just as you thought, Tip 1 and Tip 5 are indeed parallel rules."

[Hint 1: This is a world of deathmatch, players will participate in deathmatch as individual teams]

[Hint 5: Players who lose three times will be eliminated. Player teams in a deathmatch state will gain respect. This hint will upgrade with the player's status.]

This was something that had been planned before arriving at the death arena. Shiina Hiwa analyzed it almost word by word and discovered the problem at that time.

Whose respect was he gaining? What was the point of gaining respect when he was in a life-and-death struggle?

"Oh? What do you mean?" Yuki subconsciously sat up straight. This look of seeking advice made Kaguya secretly happy, and she even forgot how she had gritted her teeth when she was used as a pathfinder cannon fodder just now.

When Yuki was fighting just now, Kaguya, Hiyori, and Mai quietly left the edge of the ring. Abate did not stop them. He simply went all out and left the arena directly.

She had originally prepared herself to fight with those irritable citizens, but she never expected that their attitudes would change. She walked for several hundred meters without encountering anyone who came up to cause trouble.

"How far have you tried?"

"Is throwing water at someone considered bad?" Kaguya asked. Seeing Yuuki's regretful expression, her face changed slightly. "The hint said respect. I can't just stab someone with a knife and pretend nothing happened."

Not that that's the case.

Yuki was teasing her on purpose, thinking that she was worthy of being a young lady, as she was so polite even when provoking others. If it were him, he would have spat in the face of the passerby.

That’s what it meant...

These two clues are not difficult to guess, and the reincarnation game is not crazy and must kill the players. If you want people to find out the secrets, you should at least give them some freedom.

The passers-by in this city are strong and violent. It is difficult to gather intelligence from them, and even moving is difficult. There is almost no difference between the streets and the death arena. There are endless battles.

"Is this equivalent to another strategy route?"

"What did you say?"

"Just kill Abate at the beginning, and then turn it from a fighting game into a sandbox game. If there are features related to affinity, it can be done." Yuuki thought divergently, and seeing Shinomiya Kaguya's confused face, he knew that this game idiot didn't understand what a sandbox game was.

"When did this respect end?"

"Fifteen minutes ago, Hayasaka told me that your battle was over, so I was able to confirm the two clues." Kaguya smiled reservedly, then her face turned cold. "There's something I've always wanted to ask, why am I the one who always takes risks to gather intelligence?"

"Stop complaining. We can't just ask Hiyori or Senpai to come. You're stronger in terms of combat ability, so if there's a mistake in your guess, you can make up for it."

"But I always feel that you are targeting me." The girl looked suspicious.

"That's not true." Yuuki glanced at the maid by the door and lowered his voice: "I've always been very tolerant. I won't hold it against you for saying bad things about me in front of Hayasaka."

You...actually know.

Kaguya immediately stood up and sat at the other end of the sofa, letting Hayasaka Ai, who looked puzzled, stand behind her. Then she gave Yuuki an elegant smile.

So what if you know? Just come here.

This Kaguya Shinomiya knew that the ice sculpture was useless to me, so she started to turn into a sand sculpture.

Yuki ignored her. It was normal for him to feel a little depressed when his beloved things were taken away. He just focused all his attention on the copy.

Since it's a team competition, even if one person steps onto the ring, does that automatically mean the other members are in a fight to the death?

This is not only a game prompt, but also includes all non-player fighters. At least he has not seen fighters fighting each other on the street, or even these fighters locked in the death arena and have never come out.

Yuuki tapped his knees with his fingertips. The characters in the dungeon were all similar in style, but there was one fundamental difference between them—

power.

If it weren't for those eight pillars, no matter how big the city was, it would have been demolished long ago. For example, the Bull Demon's hammer was enough to destroy an entire city block.

As to whether the soldiers were unable to take action or were too lazy to do so, this is included in the scope of the investigation.

Yuki opened his hands, took out his notebook, flipped through several pages, and circled two paragraphs.

[Tip 5: Players who lose three times will be eliminated. Player teams in a deathmatch state will gain respect and level up with the player status.]

Now it is confirmed that Tip 1 and Tip are in parallel, that is, when a team participates in a dungeon, even if one person goes to the arena, the other members are in a deathmatch state by default. Players in the deathmatch state will gain respect and will not have to struggle to move around in the city.

"Then Kaguya verified the result. As soon as I finished fighting, she immediately returned to normal. There is no such coincidence in the world."

thump.

Yuuki knocked lightly on the table, startling Kaguya who was drinking coffee next to him, but he saw that the man's eyes were blazing and he looked very excited.

Finally, we can do both.

Chapter 4: Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood (K)

"OK, since you think it's okay, let's start."

At the entrance of the death arena, Mai pressed the earphone with her hand, and Reiko transmitted Yuki's analysis. Without saying anything, she just raised her hand and tied her long hair into a neat ponytail.

Because of trust, the team's execution has always been very high, and no one cares about gains and losses.

Sakurajima Mai hung up the phone, turned around and looked at the girl who was looking up at the sky.

"Hiyori-san, Yuuki agrees with you. There really is a way hidden in the hint."

The girl with silver-blue hair was still reading the blood-red sky and did not respond for a long time.

Mai smiled and shook her head, then walked over and waved her hand in front of her eyes: "What are you thinking about? Why are you so obsessed?"

"Sorry, senior, I was distracted by it." The girl woke up with a start.

"Any new discoveries?"

"No, I was just wondering what's on top of the dome. It's completely different from Earth. I can't even find a single blueprint."

It's really different.

Mai Sakurajima also looked at the sky. There was no such abnormality in the four copies she had experienced before. Not to mention Devil's Hospital and Bloodthirsty Red Moon, although Master and Commander were from different eras, it was at least within common sense.

But it's different here. There is no day or night, only a red and ominous sky.

"Maybe we are on another planet?"

"I think astronomy is useless in the reincarnation game. After all, humans are just sitting in a well and looking at the sky. Who knows what is outside the solar system?" Hiyori smiled gently and raised her hand to pat her face.

"I don't want to think about this meaningless thing anymore. Let's finish the dungeon first. Senior, have you seen that silver car? We passed by it fifteen minutes ago. The cars on the road are just circling."

Mai turned her head. She did see it, but she didn't have that kind of memory and observation ability. She just felt that it looked familiar, so she simply nodded and looked at her watch.

24 hours after entering the dungeon, the city has not changed at all. It is still prosperous, noisy and violent. Sometimes she wonders why the people in these dungeons were born.

But Yuki told her that it was meaningless. Each copy was a world with its own operating rules, just like why people have to go to school, take exams and work in reality.

At this moment, cheers erupted from the death arena behind him, and a black car drove from a distance and drove into the passage under his feet.

After each deathmatch, in addition to the arena automatically repairing itself, members of the cult will come to clean up and carry away the bodies of the warriors. This is the only way for the warriors to leave the deathmatch arena.

Their mission is to open a breakthrough from this car.

"The next match is against Yuki again. He'll give us an hour," Mai said softly, unable to suppress her laughter. "That idiot can be mean sometimes, and he really messes with people's mentality. Your reminder is also very important. If he gets affected by the atmosphere and kills his opponent in a few moves, we won't have time to exploit the rules."

After confirming that the method is effective, the enthusiastic audience will then watch black eggs for an hour, which must be a very bad experience.

"This is the purpose of my existence. To come up with a solution when Mr. Yuki is too busy." Hiyori smiled gently, without any hint of arrogance. "If the Night Domain can last longer, Mr. Yuki will probably let them watch the Black Egg for several days, which will reduce the frequency of battles."

I just don’t know what kind of subsequent problems will arise if we go against the cult in this way.

"Senior, do you feel that this copy tastes wrong?"

"Taste? Now that you mention it, it really doesn't have that horrible and weird feeling." Mai came to her senses. Even in the war-themed Battle of the Seas, when she saw through the clues and found out that the people on the ship were all monsters and ghosts, her scalp still tingled.

"This place is too direct, and the smell is not right," Hiyori muttered to herself, and then she saw two men in black suits carrying a stretcher out of the passage.

The person on the stretcher was already dead, half of his body was split open, leaving a clear trail of blood on the ground. In fact, there was no need for a stretcher at all, he could just put the body in his pocket and pack it up and go.

Those people really acted like they were treating a wounded person, putting him in the car and closing the door, their movements smooth and skillful.

Mai turned and walked towards the SUV parked on the side of the road. Hiyori took a deep look at her and hurriedly followed.

......

[When one player steps onto the stage, it's equivalent to the entire team being in a deathmatch, and players in this state will be respected.]

This was the most significant discovery on the first day of exploring the copy. After confirming it, Mai had tested the scale and found that the effect was surprisingly good.

She was actually able to borrow the car without any reason. After she made the request, the driver immediately handed her the keys. Her respectful look was very unusual.

During this day, they witnessed all kinds of road rage. In the past, let alone borrowing a car, if they lingered in front of a car for a long time, they would be punched in the face, starting a fight to the death.

But these citizens are very normal, with all the necessities of life, such as food, drink, defecation, urination and sleep. Apart from the lack of entertainment facilities, the city's municipal construction is also quite modern. I just don't know what they are busy with all day long.

"It's ridiculous! How could he find out our identities?" Mai started the car and followed him, complaining that there was no light on her body.

"You said they have strong intuition and can even detect your characteristics. Maybe that's why."

"Just relying on intuition?"

"No, because the rules of the reincarnation game are higher than the rules of the copy. This does not require logic, so it seems absurd."

Hiyori stared at the car in front of him and answered intermittently. The journey went smoothly and no one bumped into him out of anger.

She read the details carefully and found that no one was following her and she couldn't smell any conspiracy. It seemed that the cult had no concept of counterintelligence at all.

Everything was so "aboveboard," just like the fights you see everywhere on the street, all happening on the spot, no one was bluffing, or pretending to be scared, or calling a truckload of bread.

They had the same smooth flow as the black car in front of them, and as the traffic moved through various parts of the city, they also saw other deathmatches.

No. II, No. III, and No. V all looked basically the same. The black car was like a garbage truck, and it would stop at every death arena and collect the bodies of the dead.

The same process: collect, load and then go to the next place. But the smell in the car must be very touching. I don’t know how they endure it.

Then those death arenas were inaccessible, there was no concept of tickets, and only the cult members in black suits guarded the only entrance.

They had blank expressions on their faces and scared the two men back with their cold eyes.

His arms were thicker than both of their thighs, so there was no way he could force his way in. After circling a few times, Hiyori discovered that the Death Arena was built in a very strange way:

It was a huge area, and he had already seen how many people were inside. There was only one entrance for so many people, and it was as narrow as the Death Arena IV.

The two guards blocked the door tightly, it was like one man blocking the pass and ten thousand couldn't get through. Mai tried to activate the special feature, and when he got closer, the guards looked at him vaguely.

They said nothing, just clenched their fists. This look immediately made Mai lose the desire to rush forward.

"No, I can't get in. The passage is too narrow." Mai retreated to the car, her back covered in sweat. "I should have borrowed flying boots from Hayasaka-san and flew up from the outer wall to see if I could."

"Flying boots can't stay aloft for long. Besides, there are guards inside. We don't have time to watch the fight." Hiyori shook her head and bit her fingertips. "And did you notice there's only one passage? How are so many spectators getting in and out?"

It’s true. I didn’t see any audience entering or leaving the venue.

Mai noticed this detail, and exchanged glances with Hiyori before speaking in unison.

"Don't they have to leave at all?"

That's right, they had carefully investigated the Death Arena IV. There was nothing else inside except the ring, the audience seats, and the lounge. Not to mention a shop selling popcorn, there wasn't even a toilet.

It seemed as if those tens of thousands of people had no physiological needs, and their purpose of existence was to watch the deadly battle and cheer for the soldiers.

"A major discovery: there must be something wrong with these viewers. At the very least, they are not normal creatures."

Hiyori quickly wrote it down in the notebook, first writing "puppet" and then quickly erasing it. Puppets don't have such passionate emotions, but if it were a human, who would just watch the show without eating, drinking, defecating or urinating? At least they would be thirsty if they screamed so loudly.