You tell me, this is called daily youth?

"Senior, please bear with it for a moment." Yuki decisively grabbed the senior by the collar, lifted her up in front of him, and then rushed towards the door.

But after running a few steps, the open door flashed a red arc of light, and the steel door blocked it tightly. Then, the arc of light spread to the entire wall, and the metal barrier wrapped around the room.

clang!

Yuki slashed with his sword, and after a dazzling spark, he saw the cut marks quickly repairing themselves, and then he was stunned for a moment.

Damn, what a quick reaction.

It is impossible for a mentally retarded person to become a veteran player. If you find yourself cheating, just give up the fight. This is the most effective way to deal with it.

"Hey, put me down."

"Sorry sorry."

Mai fell to the ground, gasping for breath. It was not a pleasant feeling to charge towards a humanoid monster, but she couldn't blame Yuki, so she gritted her teeth.

How can you say you are a gentleman on a normal day? How can a gentleman carry a girl and charge forward?

"What should we do now?"

"Let me think about it. This curly-haired guy is really shameless. He looks like a boss, but when the situation gets bad, he immediately retracts his head into his shell."

Yuki looked at the steel wall in front of him in confusion, then turned his head to look behind him and immediately understood Curly's thoughts.

Hayasaka Ai and the Tyrant protected Shiina Hiyori and moved towards this side. Mist rolled on both sides of the corridor and the devil's arms kept stretching out.

Dean Fuchuan has learned his lesson. He doesn't throw the entire demon into the floor. It won't die anyway as long as its vital parts are not injured. He can just slowly repair it.

"This bastard wants to wear us out. In this hospital, we are both enemies." Yuki said in a hurried tone, as if they were trying to see who had more endurance.

Curly is hiding alone in a closed space. Two of the five of them have little fighting power. Isn’t the answer obvious?

"How about we go around and go downstairs first, and let him slowly fight the devil." Mai made a very clever suggestion.

"No, this person cannot stay."

"why?"

“Because of rational intuition.”

Mai was confused. If it was just intuition, how could it be rational?

Yuuki didn't explain, thinking back to the discussion when he stepped onto the floor, and was slightly distracted by the fog rolling in the corridor.

This is more like a delay than an attack. It seems that he doesn't care about them at all. Doesn't he feel bad about wasting the dolls meaninglessly?

'The devil knows everything about the players through the joint, especially the white man on the skeleton giant, who can even keep the chaos props.'

'There are only headless bodies left in the warehouse on the fourth floor, giving people the illusion of hunting, but Curly knows nothing about this intelligence, and he is still immersed in the joy of a great victory.'

Yuki was startled and turned around and yelled:

"Tyrant, blow open this door immediately!"

Chapter 30: Bloodline, Discovery!

Damn coward! Damn conspirator!

Inside the steel city wall, the young man with slightly curly hair was somewhat helpless and furious. His backup plan actually became a talisman for Thomas. When the black-haired girl took the initiative to stand in front of him, all the truth came to light.

He was deceived, completely deceived.

But rather than saying that the old bastard was too calculating, in fact most of the credit should be attributed to the two women.

"This acting is too good. Did he strengthen his skills in this area after having nothing to do?" Curly-haired was a shady guy. He tried several times but couldn't find any clues.

Fortunately, I was careful enough and made some adjustments to the contract.

He deliberately added the clause 'not to possess each other's belongings'. This was a restraint, but also a key guarantee. If that woman destroyed the refining formation, the consequences would be disastrous.

Forget it, let’s figure out how to solve the problem.

Qualified players will stay calm. This is a form of self-hypnosis. He quickly analyzed the current situation:

Because of the constraints of the contract, it is very difficult to determine the winner between players. It is best to let them fight the dungeon monsters until both sides are defeated. Then I will complete this hospital and completely bring my strength to the peak.

In this way, my strength will be able to surpass the difficulty of the dungeon, and after defeating all monsters and players, I can calmly walk out of this hospital.

Curly smiled faintly. He didn't know whether he was a human or a wolf. The best way would be for me to be the only player left, then the identity issue wouldn't matter.

In his eyes, the difficulty of this dungeon was normal. If he could find the rules and take shortcuts, and combine it with his own characteristics, it was not difficult to complete the game. On the contrary, he made a lot of money by using the dungeon.

"It's a pity for those two women. I wanted to let you live a little longer, and it would have added some color to this journey."

The young man frowned slightly as he brushed his fingers through his curly hair. The group of people outside were still attacking the gate, forcing him to be distracted to deal with them.

Do you hate me so much? Aren't you afraid of being killed by those demons? The smartest thing for you to do now is to get into the elevator and go downstairs quickly.

Some of it didn't make sense, but luckily the fog in the room wasn't too thick. It was obvious that the mastermind behind this had limited power, so he had to use some of his strength to deal with them.

"Okay, let's see who can outlast the other."

Having the advantage in strength, Curly was not panicked. He was preparing to make the door thicker, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Ok?

He turned his head and saw that the fog suddenly became thicker, no, it should be said that it was as deep as black light. The expression on his face changed slightly and his eyes slowly moved upwards.

Half of a body emerged from the dark ceiling, and an old man's head was reflected in the contracted pupils.

You...are not on the first floor! ?

The words surged into his throat, and like a conditioned reflex, a red arc surged, but at the same time, the inky darkness had enveloped him!

......

Boom!

Yuki kicked the door open and stood at the door with his scarlet eyes narrowed.

The thick fog was like an abyss and nothing could be seen in the room. The darkness was like facing a huge demon core. After a moment, he raised his head.

A large lump of what looked like a sausage was hovering on the ceiling. It was wriggling and shrinking. Red arcs of electricity kept appearing. Large chunks of minced meat were cut off, and then more grew.

It was like an infinitely proliferating tumor, holding the young man who had just been full of vigor and vitality in the mouth, chewing him continuously, and trying hard to swallow him down.

I got it right?

The scene in front of him made Yuki unable to react. He was just thinking about how to deal with Curly-hair, but in just a short while, the situation changed drastically.

The initial concerns were correct. From the moment the thief's head was connected to the demon's body, the direction of the script changed and it was no longer a monotonous copy program.

As his thoughts turned, Yuki's sword was not slow. He jumped up and slashed towards the red area, but a pure white light film flickered in the darkness.

clang--

The recoil bounced Yuuki back to the door. He raised his head and saw the head of a white woman in the middle of the wriggling tumor.

Jenny.

Yuki recognized the female college student at a glance and was wondering what type of elite monster this was.

The head was cracked, a bit like the girl with a cracked head in Red Moon Castle. The whole head was cracked into many pieces like a peeled orange.

However, surrounded by these petals, there is an old, serious, and withered head. It is——

Dean Fuchuan!

This, this doesn't go according to the script. The Boss shows up so early?

Even though Yuki had experienced life and death in the reincarnation game and was accustomed to the chaotic logic, he still couldn't hold back when he saw this old head.

Shouldn't the normal scenario be that they work together to kill Curly, and after taking a break, they go meet the mastermind? Why did he run out now?

In fact, it is not that strange. Some clues were revealed when Yuki saw the human centipede, and the headless corpse and the skeleton giant that followed formed a chain of evidence.

Yuki's eyes subconsciously glanced at the core of the tumor, and he felt pity for the increasingly faint red light.

Curly is a great man, and his planning ability is top-notch, but he is missing an important piece of information:

He didn't know that the devil could play joint king.

I thought Dean Fuchuan would fight against the players step by step. If I want to face him directly, I have to go to the first floor first.

"As a result, you don't know that he has already turned the passive situation into active one and has set his sights on the player's head."

Yuki doesn't know why he did this, as this involves the core secret of the existence of the Demon Hospital.

Crash.

The tumor was shrinking into the mist. Being stared at by the old man's head, Yuki didn't move. Tyrant and others were still stopped in the corridor. If he rushed forward alone, he would be courting death. He could only try his best to look at the other party.

The body is huge, but the color of the head is not obvious, which means it is not the core of the devil at all and is full of deception.

Simply based on experience, the demon head on the human's body is the weak spot, and rushing up in a hurry will lead to death. However, in Yuki's eyes, this old head does not look like a human.

Not to mention how haggard it looks, it also has no eyeballs, and its empty eye sockets are pitch black, as if they are trying to suck in a person's soul.

His skin was like melting wax and could fall off at any moment, and his sparse hair and goatee made him look very serious.

Just as Yuki looked at the intestine-like body, an arm stretched out, swinging weakly like a dead person, and then a red light flashed -

boom!

After the reaction was completed, the squeezed air exploded. Yuki crossed his arms and felt someone patted him hard on the chest, and he flew out like a kite.

The leather shoes rubbed against the floor until a pair of arms pressed on the back and stopped. When he raised his head, his face was full of confusion.

The open door was just in the distance, but the fog in the corridor disappeared, the claws and arms disappeared, and even the neatly arranged computer screens in the room could be seen, as if in a strange nightmare.

Everyone came with the intention of a decisive battle, and witnessed Curly's strength, but before they could even fight -

"What's this?" Hayasaka Ai tilted her head. This was not her plan. With herself and Mai as shields, no matter how strong Curly was, he would be restricted.

Then, the player who had just seemed to be so excited about winning was swallowed by the devil in the blink of an eye.

"The lack of an important clue is enough to cost the life of a powerful player." The tyrant is knowledgeable and sighed: "You went directly to the third floor and have no idea what happened upstairs. This is a shortcut, but also a trap."

He starts to recount the events of the joint, from the thief to the body in the warehouse, which makes Hayasaka Ai and Sakurajima Mai look at each other in horror.

They really didn't know, but this made sense. Curly thought the copy was the original and could handle the threat step by step. The plan was simple:

First deal with Yuki and the others, then turn all the people on the upper floor into stone, and finally face the boss at the end of the level in full strength.

"But he didn't know that the devil had turned from passive to active, and had long been targeting him. It showed up in advance and launched a full-scale sneak attack. Mr. Curly had no room to resist." Hiyori sighed. No one could have thought of this. A few minutes ago, even they were just guessing.

After all, there's nothing unusual about those few contact demons, except that they're a little smarter and can use the players' abilities.

"Then why aren't they targeting you?"

"It may be because of the floors. The lower you go, the more things it can do. Or maybe Mr. Curly is a bigger threat. After all, he can destroy the foundation of the Demon Hospital."

The watertight logic explains the situation clearly in just a few words.

Hayasaka Ai looked at Hiyori with some surprise, and finally understood why Yuki brought this girl with no fighting ability with him. She was a military strategist who could allow the man to focus all his energy on fighting.

Ok?

She suddenly turned her head. They were having a great time discussing something and had forgotten about Yuki's existence. Her deep blue eyes saw him kneeling on one knee, and her heart skipped a beat.

"You won't be hurt!"

Yuki did not respond to the ice-sculpture beauty's gaffe. He buried his head, with strange murmurs still echoing in his head.

【Blood related, discovered.】

Chapter 31: The Journey Home (Part 2)

Blood related thing?

Just as the arm dropped, Yuki heard a murmur, and his head seemed to have pressed the replay button. The scenes kept flashing back and he quickly locked onto one scene.

Curly spent so much effort on the black and red stone on the back of his hand, maybe just to make a chaos prop.

He understood a little bit. It turned out that leaving two strengthening points was the right choice. But he was also a little annoyed because he was still a step too slow after all.

But things are very interesting. Curly must have first raised his alchemy to the master level before he could develop the bloodline skill.

I just killed a demon, and even though the Demon Eye was much stronger than him, it was still a lot easier.

Luck? But I don’t believe in metaphysics.

Yuki stood up with a puzzled look in his mind and looked at the people with different expressions: "The decryption game is almost over. Let's go to the elevator and discuss it."