You tell me, this is called daily youth?

Abate was a little confused. If the apostle really wanted to kill this man, why didn't he do it himself, but instead broke the rules he set.

"Go ahead, Hayasaka." Yuki didn't feel angry, he even found it a little funny. What was there to be ashamed of? It was clearly too straightforward.

They just had to work overtime and were unwilling to use even the simplest and crudest method of forcing a match-fixing. This was very touching for Yuki, who had experienced all kinds of bizarre conspiracies.

The tone was relaxed, and Hayasaka Ai suddenly realized something.

Yes, the best solution is to put a knife to my neck and my senior sister's neck and not let him win; or pick a place, crush Yuki with overwhelming force, and then don't take his life, you can even find out the color of his underwear.

The people here are out of their minds and are ashamed of such an inefficient method.

Hayasaka Ai suddenly felt that the 'Glory' setting was very useful, and her expression relaxed slightly as she walked around Abate and left.

Abate didn't stop her, and didn't even ask where she was going. He walked in front of Yuuki and was interrupted by the latter just as he was about to speak.

"Is the opponent the demon from Death Arena VI?"

"Yes, the strongest warrior to date." Abate sighed. Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, he even gave a piece of information: "The demon originally wanted to challenge Adam, and the cult arranged you as his opponent in advance."

It is neither ordinary nor honorable to force an arrangement against the will of the Warriors.

But in Yuki's eyes, this was actually a stupid method. He could easily come up with ten highly efficient plans that guaranteed victory. He once again experienced this copy's obsession with violence.

I have to find out my limits no matter what, even if it means I die at the hands of a demon or my plan fails?

Yuki didn't quite understand the train of thought of this group of people, and slowly stood up. It happened that he was also quite interested in this "demon".

"Abut, you are my guide, right?"

"Of course." The man was puzzled and watched Yuki pat his shoulder and pass by in silence.

"Then have more faith in me."

Chapter 22: The Devil, Wu Lei'an

Death Arena No. VI.

All the death arenas are like copy and paste, with almost no difference in layout, except that this time Yuki comes to fight alone.

The fanatical cheers poured into the aisle and fell into the ears, which made Abate, who was leading the way, look compassionate. Soon the audience here would also be fed up.

He quietly turned his head and looked at the man behind him. This time, he didn't feel much disgust. He felt that the man's cold and powerfulness was no less than that of the passionate warriors.

It is true that no one can see the battle process, but this does not change the outcome. All enemies, whether weak or strong, are killed and blood is spilled all over the ring.

As for glory? The cult's approach is different in terms of blasphemy, but they both pursue results?

If the blood god mentioned by the apostles exists, shouldn't this act of blasphemy against glory be punished?

"No matter what the cause of the war, no matter where the blood comes from."

"Is what he said the truth? Should I question the Apostle?"

Reality conflicted with the deeply ingrained cognition in Abate's mind, but Yuki, who was a few steps behind, didn't care what he was thinking.

This time all members are mobilized, so he can focus all his energy on the battle.

After the first battle, new clues will be found by Hayasaka Ai and others, and there will be no need to split themselves into several parts and take care of all problems at the same time.

So Yuki didn't think about anything, just listened to the roar in his ears, stared at the light at the end of the passage, and his nose moved slightly, smelling the strong smell of blood.

It was like old dirt, piled up in countless layers. Yuuki was stunned and had a question in his mind:

How does this instance work before the player enters?

Judging from the existence time of the building, the copy has been in operation all the time. Combined with the experience of "those who are involved are confused", it is very likely that it has welcomed other players, such as the "faction" that has not been understood to this day.

According to Rihe, warriors and passers-by are constantly regenerating. Perhaps every time a player enters and becomes a warrior, the story of competing for the championship will begin.

But they don’t usually eat or sleep, the battle must be going on, and not every soldier will experience the cycle of death.

Gulu.

Swallowing lightly, he realized that this 'demon' was more special than he had imagined, just like the extremely heavy and rich smell of blood, which was even deeper than the two death arenas he had visited.

Stepping into the death arena, Yuki looked around as usual, his eyes filled with the enthusiastic spectators and the randomly spaced empty seats.

The arena below was slightly different. It was too flat, without even any shelter. It was exactly the same as the arena in my impression. There was a person squatting in the center, and his style was not quite consistent with the opponents I had seen before.

He was about the same height as himself, and looked unusually "petite" compared to those warriors who were often two or three meters tall. He was not wearing any heavy and strange armor.

He was only wearing a sports vest, revealing his muscular body. He raised his head slightly, and his dark eyes made Yuki stop.

Such pure murderous intent, is this the main course?

Yuki's first impression was one of 'extreme purity', and coupled with the thunderous cheers in his ears, it was like seeing a king.

How could they achieve this status with only 15 wins?

Yuki remembered the information that Hiyori had written down when they entered the dungeon. At that time, this person had not won as many games as Adam.

But he is not a player, definitely not.

Intuition told him the answer. How could a champion be born from just a dozen victories? Yuki suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the deathmatch itself.

"Where does he come from?"

"Uh, a very special existence." Abate moved his mouth, not knowing how to say it or whether he should say it.

"It seems he has been around for a long time and has never died."

Yuuki answered casually, and saw Abate's expression change slightly, but there was no tension. The latter just nodded slightly:

"Yes, I have always seen him fighting here and he has never left. This may be an opportunity for him to change the status quo."

Abate couldn't say what to change about the current situation, and Yuki didn't ask, but he gradually formed an idea.

He nodded slightly and walked down the stairs, his eyes sweeping over the enthusiastic faces around him. If there was anything that remained unchanged in this copy, it was only them.

It was the fourth day in the dungeon, and Yuuki had already seen many strange warriors. If this world had existed for so long, it couldn't possibly have created a different warrior every time. Thinking back to Hiyori's theory of cycles:

A world of endless killing is like hell for normal people, but like heaven for these people.

The endless battle, death and life, life and death again. According to what Abate just said, only the members of the cult are outside this cycle.

As for why this person is so special, it's not just because he has never died, but also because...

Yuki stepped onto the ring and watched the squatting man stand up. His black eyes were filled with desire, somewhat similar to the look of the apostle he saw a few hours ago.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The demon didn't start the fight like the other warriors. He moved his joints, making a 'crackling' sound. "Do you think I'm weird for not trying to kill you right away?"

The voice was deep and penetrating, and it accurately penetrated the ears amid the enthusiastic cheers. This was a superb skill.

Okay, this person can communicate.

Yuki raised his hand to pick his ear and felt a tingling pain like a needle, but he was also ecstatic. He was most worried that even if this person was a player, he would be unable to communicate like the hunter priest.

So when can we verify the questions we had last time?

The chain of logic quickly unfolded, and Yuki replied coldly, "It's indeed strange. I noticed from the beginning that you are different from the people here. But the look in your eyes just now was wrong. Shouldn't you be happy to see your compatriots?"

He asked a rhetorical question right away, as if he was certain that the other person was a player.

"Compatriots?" The demon repeated the word, but his face did not show the puzzled, excited or astonished expression that one might imagine. He just grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, full of sarcasm.

"Hahaha, no matter how you look at it, you and I are not from the same family. It's really interesting to see a self-righteous senior like you!"

Damn, you guessed it right.

Yuki guessed that he was a player. After all, he had seen a similar character in The Conspirators, but the 'Hunter Priest' was obviously insane, while this demon could answer questions with ease.

We are both players, but not compatriots at all. How should we solve this problem?

My heart was like a raging storm, but fortunately I had made many inferences during the intermission. Now I just needed to draw the most likely inference based on the object in front of me.

Yuki slowly opened his mouth and said, "Do all of you in the Wu clan like to act crazy this much?"

The wild laughter stopped abruptly, and the eyes were finally filled with astonishment and a little bit of joy.

"You and I... Impossible. This is the iron rule of the game, unbreakable." The demon was surprised at first, then pondered and came up with a reasonable explanation: "Did you meet someone from your clan? Or shouldn't it be? Your strength wouldn't allow you to have much crossover across factions."

Shiina Hiyori was not there, but Yuki had already concentrated all his energy, writing down every word like a tape recorder, and then quickly began to analyze every word and every tone.

The first half of the sentence should mean that it's impossible for him to come from the same world as him? Yes, judging from the player forums, each dungeon is unique, so there can't be duplicate guides.

But things started to get weird after the third copy. The blueprints for the previous copies could be found in reality, but there was no blueprint for Master and Commander and this Bloodborne. Even the original form of the world was different.

Yuki's thoughts instantly reached a far-reaching level, reaching the level of the entire reincarnation game, and then he quickly retracted his thoughts, focusing on analyzing the second half of the sentence.

Faction, this thing again.

He heard it for the second time, and this time the message was clearer.

The phenomenon of cross-camp will occur occasionally, but it should be very rare for me who is at the extraordinary level. At least I will not easily encounter characters from the Wu clan. Meeting them twice in a row is even more unrealistic, so he was so shocked.

Does a faction refer to a world or a general term for a type of player?

Yuki didn't know, but he was sure that this Wu was not in his own world, because fighting competitions and the like were part of the basic world view, and there was no need to hide it in the reincarnation game.

Boom! !

The arena trembled, and the demon stepped forward with a ferocious look on his face.

"Answer me, which situation do you belong to?"

Yuuki couldn't answer. In the first case, he didn't have time to slowly make up a story, and in the second case, it didn't seem right either.

He couldn't just say, "I have seen your Wu clan, but on some pirated website."

This is even more unbelievable. No matter how you look at it, this violent warrior does not look like a paper man jumping out of the screen.

"Why are you still in the copy and still conscious?" Yuki chose not to answer and instead responded with a question.

"I asked..." The demon suddenly stopped moving forward and came to his senses.

Asking questions proactively is a psychological tactic. After all, Kevin is very strange. Throwing a question makes him unable to concentrate, and the latter's response makes him waver.

It's really weird. I shot myself in the foot, but I still care about it.

"Okay, tell me the answer after the fight. If you're satisfied, I won't kill you."

"Heh, playing psychological warfare, huh? Just based on this point, you are not as straightforward as the people in the dungeon." Yuki sneered in response. If he didn't 'know' the Wu clan, he would be the one distracted.

"You know shit about copies." The man cursed, then forced himself to hold it back, raised his right hand, and clenched it in the air.

A wild sword with a red handle and more than two meters long was pulled out, which made Yuki's eyelids twitch slightly.

The previous words can be lied, but the drawing of the sword cannot be lied. This is a storage space, and this is a living player.

"The sword is named Otakemaru." The man said with a smile.

He raised the sword above his head and slowly pulled out the Nodachi. The entire blade was blood red and looked like a ruby.

A biting coldness came, and Yuki finally knew where the stale smell of blood came from. It was not from this place, but from the man and his knife.

If killing is a cycle, then how many people has the player who survived killed and how many times has he fought?

An absolutely tough battle.

Yuki took a deep breath and heard thunderous cheers.

"Demon!"

"Demon!"

"kill him!!"

The violent atmosphere was building up, and Yuki did not deploy the Night Domain this time, because this kind of opponent required the support of fighting spirit.

"Do you know why I was arranged to fight you?" The demon was very calm, and was somewhat surprised by Yuki's calmness. Ordinary players were incited by this fanatical atmosphere and would have rushed up shouting.

"Because the final ritual requires a collision, the stronger the collision, the better, and it's best if it happens between players." Yuki took out his long sword, picked up his hunting rifle, and strode forward.

"Great, you've actually investigated to this extent. Yes, no matter who wins, we have to face Adam head-on. He was my prey, but you escaped halfway." The demon was surprised, thinking that this man was not only good at fighting, but also very good at investigating. He smiled and said:

"But you are still missing some key details. Do you need me to tell you?"

"You would be so kind?"

"Hahaha, since we are destined to meet, I will make an exception." The demon paused, inserted the wild sword between his legs, and collided his fists.

The secret of the Wu clan. Liberation.

An even more violent aura surged out, his muscles and veins bulged, his body surface turned purple-black, and he completely transformed from a human into a monster.

"The man who killed you is called 'Demon' Wu Lei'an!"