You tell me, this is called daily youth?

These words excited the man in the red suit. What weapons would produce the brightest sparks when they collided? Of course, it would be the sharpest spear and the strongest shield.

They didn't understand the theory of contradiction, but they knew this was a good opportunity.

The emotions suppressed to the extreme were ignited by the most glorious person himself. Just thinking about that scene is exciting.

"But that Kevin won't necessarily make it to the end."

"That's fate. The Warriors will only fight with all their might and won't let up." The red figure never thought about match-fixing or anything like that.

"But Adam doesn't guarantee victory. If he loses, all our planning will be in vain."

"This is just an attempt." The apostle waved his hand, the flames in his eyes dancing wildly, as if he hated this kind of trouble and might as well jump out and kill Kevin and Adam.

But in the end, he forced himself to endure, as if he had made a huge decision: "Of course, he'd better win. I will provide all the help I can. If he loses, even if there is a chance to start a bloodbath, the price will be heavy."

Just as Yuki had expected, the people in the copy were too simple, or rather, too straightforward, and had no intention of coercion or kidnapping at all.

"How about this, let's assign 'Golden Skull' to be his opponent in the first Warrior Battle." The apostle thought for a moment and made a decision.

"I at least need to know how strong this Kevin is."

Chapter 17: Kill, or endure?

"Your next battle opponent has been selected."

A few hours later, Abate came hurriedly into the lounge, speaking while wiping the blood with a handkerchief.

"Who?" Yuki sat up a little straighter.

"Golden Skull, a very strong opponent, definitely very excited, right? Oh no, I forgot you wouldn't be excited."

It wasn't Adam after all.

Yuki was obviously relieved. If the opponent was Adam, it would prove that the cult simply wanted to kill him, and his previous speculation was just wishful thinking.

Since it's not, it's interesting.

"You killed someone again?"

"It's all because of you that I'm being laughed at by my colleagues." Abate wiped his hands and said nonchalantly, "I challenged him and defeated him. It should be quiet for a while. By the way, when will you die? It's really hard for me to do this."

Damn, this is the first time someone has asked me this question to my face.

Yuki was speechless. Everyone in this copy was stubborn, but fortunately they were "above board". Abate was unhappy but still did his job conscientiously.

And why use defeat?

"You didn't kill him? Because you didn't want to or couldn't?" Yuki's eyes flickered.

"It's none of your business." Abate was stunned for a moment and didn't answer.

Can't members of the sect kill each other? Why?

Yuki noted this clue and changed the subject before Abate could become alert: "What is the origin of this golden skull?"

"The warriors of Death Arena I."

"What about being more specific?"

"You want to get information from me?" Abate raised his head, his expression full of sarcasm. "That's impossible. You can only test your opponent's strength yourself. I even want him to kill you."

Of course Yuki knew it was impossible. The seniors couldn't even enter the death arena, obviously seeking "fairness".

"Can I choose where to play?"

"Both I and IV are fine. Wait, are you..."

"I choose number I, just like I can't refuse your arrangement, it's my legitimate right." Yuuki smiled, making Abate grit his teeth.

He turned the IV Death Arena into a library, and everyone has gotten used to it. He was trying to disgust other audiences. I don't know what the higher-ups were thinking, but they didn't kill this bastard.

"Okay, I'll arrange it." Abate stood up depressedly, but was stopped just as he was about to leave.

"We've been together for several days, so we're pretty familiar with each other."

"Getting close? Trying to extract information from me is wishful thinking. If you want to be my friend, please die first."

The man talked a lot, leaving Yuki speechless again. He didn't dislike this kind of straightforwardness, at least he was more reliable than those who were sweet-mouthed but had a sharp tongue.

"I never thought of making friends with you, I just wanted to ask why you were born?"

The question was a profound philosophical one, so Abate simply replied, "First, tell me why you fight. You are obviously very strong, but you don't fight for glory."

"To survive."

"And then, just to survive?"

"It's a better way to live. Power is just a tool." Yuki did not lie. The entire reincarnation game was just a tool for him.

Abate had a strange expression on his face. He could tell what was true and what was false, but he just couldn't understand it.

Power is indeed a tool, but it is a tool to gain glory.

"I was born for glory," he answered decisively.

"Isn't that killing?"

"It's similar to what you think. Strength is a tool for killing, and killing exists for the sake of glory. This is a truth deeply rooted in every warrior." Abate said this with a sense of holiness. Seeing Yuki's expression, he frowned immediately.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think it's so comfortable to trample on glory?"

"You're overthinking it. I've never intentionally trampled on Glory because I don't care about the audience's cheers." Yuki crossed his fingers and said instinctively without thinking:

"If there really is someone who is watching everything, perhaps He wouldn't care about glory at all."

"Killing in its purest form is simple. Who cares what caused the war or where the blood came from?"

The test was a bit too much, Yuuki said, and glanced at Abate out of the corner of his eye.

The guide lowered his head, as if he was lost in thought, lost in the philosophical questions of killing and glory, and did not question Yuki about where he knew of the existence of 'Him'.

"Where did the war begin? Where did the blood come from? Your explanation is quite interesting."

"Oh? Were there no death matches and no spectators before?" Yuki's eyes were filled with anticipation, and he keenly captured the change in emotions.

"I told you, don't try to get any information out of me." Abate didn't respond. He just stood up and turned away, pausing at the door. "But what you said makes sense. It doesn't seem so annoying anymore."

thump.

The door closed and he left again. Hayasaka Ai, who had been observing silently from the side, frowned suddenly.

On the one hand, I feel that Abate seems a bit tsundere, but on the other hand, I find that Yuki has gained something.

"You mean, these rules in the dungeon have nothing to do with the mastermind?"

She had learned in detail about 'those in the know are often confused' and knew about the existence of transcendent copies, and Yuki had confirmed from the eight pillars that He was not a myth.

"It should be, but this copy is different from 'Those in the know are confused'. The evil god of Yaduo Town did give clear instructions." Yuki answered hesitantly.

"You mean, creating such a large number of them wasn't the idea of ​​the person behind it?"

"I can only say it's a guess. The rules of this dungeon are too rigid. Everything is designed to stir up the emotions of the characters. Oh, and Hiyori just happened to find three clues."

Yuuki pushed the notebook over, and Hayasaka Ai looked down and fell into deep thought.

The first is that the frequency of battles in the city has increased by about ten percent. This thing is difficult to detect, but Shiina Hiwa still collected enough samples.

The second point was about the building. Through detailed observation, they found that the death arena was different from other buildings and seemed to be older, but without professional measuring tools, they could not be sure.

The third one was about Yuki. The photo of the golden skull played on the big screen in a loop, but there was an extra line of text underneath:

He will put an end to the shameless and take back the glory with the blood of the latter.

It's a bit like pre-game trash talk, but no one else has this comment, so it seems like they are deliberately trying to heat up the atmosphere.

"The deathmatch and the current state of the city are linked because of the spread of that frenzy." Hayasaka Ai pondered for a long time, then suddenly looked up. "Could it be that our initial guess was wrong?"

The initial speculation was that the person behind this required a ritual of "killing and glory", but now it seems more like some kind of prerequisite, an action led by the plot characters in the dungeon.

It sounds similar, but there are essential differences.

If a certain evil god requires this ritual, Yuki had better abide by the rules. According to experience, such a being is enough to crush all players, but if it is a plot character that takes the lead, it will be different.

"And what about that sentence you just said, 'Why did the war start, where did the blood come from'? You're not hiding something from me, are you?" Hayasaka Ai looked suspicious.

"Nothing, just said casually, just like the pseudonym 'Kevin', there is no deep meaning." Yuki was puzzled. He was still thinking about his initial guess.

It always feels right, but not entirely right.

"That's not like a line you can just say off the cuff."

"I just said it as I thought. There's nothing to hide." Yuki answered frankly. It was mainly Shiina Hiyori who was responsible for finding the secret. He couldn't know more than the other party.

It was just a preconceived notion. Ever since the bloodthirsty red moon, he had been reminding himself over and over again:

The reincarnation game will produce abnormal changes. The memories of the previous life can be used as a reference, but they must not be taken as the truth, otherwise it will kill people.

Maybe the taste in this copy is too familiar.

Yuuki made up an excuse and skipped the topic. "It seems that with the start of the Warriors' War, the atmosphere will become more and more enthusiastic, which indirectly proves that the plot is constantly developing."

"That doesn't sound good, but I don't know what it means."

"So we have to check. Isn't Hiyori afraid of the man in the red windbreaker and unable to explore the interior of the black building?" Yuki heard the knocks on the door. It was obvious that the battle had been arranged, but he picked up the coffee cup on the table, crossed his legs, and drank it leisurely.

"I'm betting now that he won't be willing to kill me."

......

"What? Kevin suddenly changed his mind and refused to fight?"

The apostle received the report quickly and his eyes became strange. Although this man had no honor, he was not averse to fighting. He was fundamentally different from those cowards who were eliminated.

Elke shook his head in confusion. "It's not really a rejection. He said he wanted to talk to the higher-ups of the cult."

"Talk? What's the point? He shouldn't be stupid enough to let us go." The apostle became even more confused and turned around: "Besides, didn't you go there?"

"He said I wasn't tall enough," Elke replied sullenly, equally confused.

Now that plans have begun, anticipation is building.

If the seed loses, the atmosphere will be extremely tense. If the seed wins, it will only suppress its anger further and wait for the day when it will completely explode.

Anyway, he didn't lose anything, but he didn't expect that when the time came, Yuki would create unexpected problems.

These people are playing tricks again. It feels so familiar. Why can't they just fight honestly?

The apostle was very familiar with this taste, and if it weren't for various reasons, he would be very interested in playing with Yuki.

But not now, my remaining sanity is not enough.

He covered his head lightly. Playing tricks requires a lot of brain power. Time has passed too long and he doesn't even have enough rationality to deduce Yuki's conspiracy.

"Have you explained to him the seriousness of refusing a death fight?"

"He said he wasn't rejecting me, he just wanted to talk."

"That's procrastination."

The apostle picked up a bloody head and fluttered it up and down in his hands.

When to fight and who to fight with are all arranged by the cult. As long as the player can bear the consequences, he can of course refuse.

But generally speaking, the success rate of fighting a cult to the death is lower, so it is better to follow the plot.

Kill, or endure?

The remaining rationality leaves it with only two choices.

Killing him is not difficult, but the question is why wait until now to kill him? The cult has its own role. I can't replace the seed, nor can I trigger the blood tide.

The apostle considered for a while, the fire in his eyes flickering, the crazy murderous intent boiling, but was suppressed by his remaining rationality.

"Okay, I'll go see him myself."

Chapter 18 A Group of Mentally Ill Patients (Part 2)

Yuuki and Hiyori reviewed the game several times and discovered that the Bloody Disaster dungeon was quite complex:

The cult organizes death matches, allowing the fighters' fighting to ignite the emotions of the audience. This frenzy then spreads from the eight death match arenas to the entire city, making the city's residents even more violent.

These things together create an absurd world where the people are like diodes, with their minds full of killing and glory.

Thinking deeper, there are several problems troubling players: