You tell me, this is called daily youth?

"Well, to be honest, I'm still confused until now. There are too many unreasonable things here." This is Mai's true feeling. There are too many things that cannot be explained by logic.

"But we are not confused, he can always find a way." Hayasaka Ai didn't think so much. A qualified maid should stand quietly by the side and watch her master create the world.

She looked around and realized that Yuki and she did not open a door together, but went to another space.

The spatial structure is strange, and even if the reincarnation game cannot imagine it, it is impossible to prepare an almost unlimited private space for just a few of us players.

She also had a lot of things she couldn't figure out, so she patted Mai's shoulder and said, "Go back, I'll make lunch today."

"Hayasaka, you're really not worried?"

"There's nothing to worry about. Hiyori's regret is simply asking for trouble. Think about it, if Yuuki was just an ordinary player, could he have gotten ahead of us kittens?"

Mai shook her head. This was impossible. She was just a high school girl. Not to mention comparing herself with the extraordinary players from various camps, she was not outstanding even in her hometown.

But she happened to be at the forefront of all the players, surpassing those elites, those professional killers, and those players who owned entire consortiums.

"I noticed it when I was being targeted by the game before, and it's even more obvious here at the intersection." Mai looked towards the end of the corridor, as if searching for Yuuki's back. "That pig-head must be something special. Hey, Hayasaka, do you think he knows it himself?"

"He's not such a fool, he must know, and the clues he gave are very clear." Hayasaka Ai wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.

Yuuki must have special privileges in the outpost, but no one knows why. She just knows the price of this privilege very well.

The Samsara Game almost dropped its disguise twice and tried its best to interfere. Once was when Yuuki entered the game, and once was when he was on the verge of the limit of reality. The purpose was very clear:

Yugi wanted him to stop moving forward.

No one knows when the next node will be. It is like a sword hanging over your head, and the tragic experience of escaping death will come again.

"As long as he keeps moving forward and gets closer to some truth, the test will come sooner or later." Mai muttered to herself. We are not stupid and we can all guess it.

Yuki's enemy is the reincarnation game itself, and just thinking about it can make you feel despair.

"But we will continue to walk with him. Despair is sometimes hope. This may be the only way to fulfill your wish."

"This is also your wish, Hayasaka." Mai emphasized. She did not ask Yuki whether he had found any information about returning home after going to the border area, because it was meaningless.

There is no end to the reincarnation game, the only thing left is struggle. Even if you have the power to explode stars, you still cannot escape the identity of a player.

"So, Senior Sister, we can only bet on him."

"Bet? What a rational word." Mai raised her chin slightly, her black hair flying, and walked past the maid.

"Whether in reality or in the game, I just want to be by his side."

......

If the reincarnation game wants to kill me, there must be a motive.

This is the core of all mysteries. In Yuki's eyes, the reincarnation game is more like a program. It has no entity or spokesperson.

"If you want to eliminate me just because I'm a time traveler, you're too petty."

After reaching the border, Yuki cleared up this doubt. The time traveler's knowledge was indeed amazing, just like he could lock onto Philen at a glance, but this knowledge was not so noticeable among the countless camps.

Knowledge cannot be used to kill the enemy. Even if he had ten years of preparation, if he and Wu Lei'an entered the copy at the same time and used the same strength, the latter could crush him to death with one hand.

Is experience as valuable as honed fighting skills? It's impossible for others to show mercy just because I know someone.

"There must be other reasons, like the call of the Blood God, just like this moment."

Yuki was standing in a very strange place, and was even at a loss for words to accurately describe what he saw.

He was floating in the air, but he didn't feel weightless, nor could he feel the existence of gravity. After his vision circled, Yuki found himself standing in a glass house, no, to be more precise, a broken glass house.

The dark world was dead silent and covered with cracks. These cracks were so dense and irregular that they extended from the top of the head to the sides and under the feet, as if one was in a broken mirror.

What the hell is this place?

Yuki took a few steps forward and found that the distance between him and the cracks showed no sign of shrinking. He couldn't help but speed up his pace and sprint.

It was still the same. The distance did not shorten as he ran. The door behind him seemed to be following him like a shadow. Without any reference, Yuki thought he was running in place.

The concept of space is vague, so what’s the point?

Even a riddle requires clues. The situation before him was completely confusing. He raised his foot and stepped on it. He could feel the existence of the "ground" again. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart and looked at the black knife in his hand.

According to the senior students, the knife suddenly appeared in the pure white space. She couldn't help but turn her wrist and insert the knife into the ground with her backhand.

【drop. 】

Although it was very slight, it was the first sound that appeared in the dead silent space. Without waiting for Yuki to think, he suddenly looked up.

The light shone through the broken glass and reflected in the red eyes. Yuki forgot to breathe and opened his eyes wide.

Every broken glass reveals a picture, accompanied by a strange whisper.

[Pioneer, welcome to the management office]

【Permission Search】

[Low level]

It says so.

Chapter 4: Thorns and Roses (K)

Sure enough, this outpost still holds secrets.

The moment the murmur sounded, Yuki actually breathed a sigh of relief.

From activating the portal to restoring the outpost to its original state, this was clearly a chain reaction, and he was the one who triggered it.

Pioneer? In Philen's words, it was the banner of a faction, a person or a team, leading the entire outpost to cultivate Gu in the closed world, and ultimately breaking the outer shell and connecting to the border.

With this information, Yuki was not completely confused, but he was immediately faced with even greater doubts.

why me?

His strength can only be described as intermediate in the entire reincarnation game, and he is far from qualified to lead a camp through difficulties and enter the third stage.

But it can only be me.

There was no player in this outpost, and as the only team captain, it seemed that he was the only one who could take over the flag.

Philen once said that pioneers will also fall, and the next one will take up the banner and move forward. Based on this explanation, the current situation is natural.

"Could it be that the entire camp was wiped out, and I got away with it?"

Yuki didn't know, and no one would come forward to answer him, just like most of the whirlpools in the air were solidified. He had never visited the outposts of other camps, but this was definitely not normal.

There are countless interpretations of one question.

After touching the back of his neck, he turned his attention back to the front, where he saw countless cracks and countless images inside, but the more he looked at them, the more familiar they became.

"Hey, isn't this the outpost?"

After a slight pause, he realized that the management room was worthy of its name. He could monitor the entire outpost from here, as if he had countless surveillance cameras.

But I can't see what's going on inside each room. Does this have anything to do with the permissions I just mentioned?

Yuki made a reasonable guess. He always felt that his room was too unscientific. Most player teams had only a few people, and that practice was suspected of wasting resources.

A two-bedroom and one-living room apartment is enough, why make it infinitely large? Does this reincarnation game have so many resources that they are burnt?

Besides that, there is one more thing.

Yuki lowered his head and rubbed his chin unconsciously, his red eyes gradually losing their luster.

The outpost is theoretically absolutely safe, and random dungeons cannot be launched. Normally, it is a gathering place for countless players of the same camp. So how can the team be integrated?

Yuki couldn't understand this logic. After participating in the reincarnation game for so long, he knew that players would not accept "talk therapy". Most of them were selfish. How could they be made to obey based on the first-come-first-served basis?

When it comes to uniting players, Zhang Jin is at the limit, but he is only useful in dungeons.

Only by crushing with absolute strength, and making those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish, can we integrate most of the players. Not to mention making the factions become our own subordinates, but it is not a problem to gather into several major forces and unite to face the outside world.

The reincarnation game has rules, but there are more rules beneath the rules. For example, 'Ouroboros' must be one of the rule makers of 'War Orphans', and they don't look like they can be reasoned with.

The outpost must be able to fight, and it must fight so that the big fish can eat the small fish, and finally raise a few giant whales. What the reincarnation game needs these giant whales to do is the fundamental purpose of the game.

!! ?

Yuki suddenly woke up, his lifeless eyes regained their luster, and he quickly turned his head to look around.

The screen was full of flashes, with nothing unusual happening. Yuki covered his face in horror, his red eyes trembling slightly between his fingers.

Such smooth logical thinking, flowing smoothly without any obstruction.

Anyone would be delighted and think they were in great shape today, but Yuuki was different. Except when he was spending time with his seniors, he would constantly think, speculate, and hypothesize.

Logic can never be smooth because the thinking is too jumpy. Every speculation will lead to countless possibilities, and it is even more impossible for the hypothesis to confirm the result with the affirmative tone just now.

"Is it because I've been too lazy these past few days, or is there something weird about this place itself?"

Yuki muttered to himself, but apart from his mumbling, no other sound came out. Only the pictures kept flashing, illuminating every corner of the outpost.

It's a strange place. What use is it other than surveillance?

Yuki wrote down his thoughts in a notebook and collected his thoughts. Now it was more important to explore the monitoring room, but where should he start?

The spatial structure was very strange. Even if he activated the demonic possession and jumped or ran at full speed, he was still "standing still" and did not get an inch closer to the shattered glass walls.

Running definitely won't work. Maybe it's his spatial perception or even his sense of touch. Yuki leaned over and touched his feet, but it still felt empty, like he was floating in the void. But when he ran, he felt solid ground.

After wasting some energy, Yuki simply stood still, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

A door and a knife follow like a shadow, and the clue lies in this black knife.

Yuki reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife, but there was no response. He pulled it out, and the entire space instantly became dark. He inserted it back into the ground, and the scene appeared again.

Unplugging and plugging, Yuki turned into a naughty kid who pressed switches frantically, making the whole space flash non-stop. He played for a long time before stopping.

"This should be a scepter or key in the shape of a long sword. The key is how to use it."

Yuki took it in his palm and looked at it carefully. It was covered with a thick layer of black rock. It might be an illusion. He felt that some of the rock had fallen off again.

Damn, giving someone a key without telling them how to use it, is it so difficult to provide an instruction manual or something?

When the exploration has reached its end, how to take the next step?

Yuki drew out the Demon Breaker's long sword, and his whole body was burning with dazzling blood flames.

The answer is: Great strength creates miracles!

clang! !

The two knives collided, sending out a dazzling spark that made my palm numb, but when I picked it up and took a look, there was not even a scratch on the black rock.

so hard.

Yuki's sword could cut a building in half, but there was no trace at all, and his palm was numb instead.

That's not right. The black rock above will indeed fall off.

Yuki was a little bit unconvinced, and the blood flames became more intense. He hit it several times until the tiger's mouth was broken, and then threw it back to the ground.

Damn, isn’t this a scam?

Yuki sat down and gasped for breath. The people behind all this must be crazy. They didn't give me any clues and left me to explore on my own.

Along the way, I didn't get many hints. Even a broken knife took me a long time to study.

Under the illumination of countless images, it seemed as if he was in a sea of ​​stars. Yuki's breathing gradually calmed down, and he looked at the long sword stuck in the ground with a flickering look in his eyes.

No, I still can't accept it. If a miracle doesn't happen, it must be because I didn't try hard enough.

Yuki got up swiftly. The reason he was still alive was not because of his intelligence or good luck, but because of his persistence in not giving up until he achieved his goal, just like the big blood-red words he saw when he just crossed over.

live.

In order to survive, he can endure ten years of loneliness in a world full of beautiful girls and child brides. In order to survive, he can struggle desperately under the targeting of the bloodthirsty red moon.

Not to mention you, a dead thing.

Standing up again and holding a steady horse stance, Yuki's expression changed as he realized that he seemed to have cut in the wrong place.

The black rock falls off from the handle, and from a physical point of view, the blade must be the hardest part.

Okay, one last try.

Yuki suddenly became energetic, and his hands were covered with dense green lines.

Concept strengthening. Cut off.

Turning the blade, he stabbed himself in the abdomen, blood spurting out, making the energy burn even more fiercely.