I am a reincarnation player.

Now that he has no believers, he is not afraid of attracting the attention of the evil god, and he will return in more than half an hour. If you have the guts, go and settle the score with the reincarnation game.

Deep in the hall, there was a huge black object. It was much larger than the purple-robed priest, making people wonder how terrifying it was in its prime.

According to the nature of the reincarnation game, just like Dean Fuchuan, in his prime state he has the ability to at least wipe out all the players.

Yuki made a guess and was about to throw the second torch when he heard an old voice coming from the hall.

"Since you're here, why are you lingering at the door?"

Although he only heard the voice but didn't see the person, Yuki was sure that it was the voice of the saint. Apart from hearing his sermons at the beginning of the game, they had never met each other.

Go in? Do you think I'm stupid?

As an excellent old bastard, how could Yuuki go in if he had a choice? Anyway, he had already achieved a mission evaluation above S level.

"I thought you would be driven by anger and seek to eradicate evil," the voice added.

"I always respect the fate of others. Whether it's baptism or the things in the room, it's all their own will." Yuki sneered. He has the bottom line as a human being, but that doesn't mean he wants to be a messenger of justice.

Accompanied by heavy breathing, the voices in the room fell silent for a moment, and the next sentence made Yuki's pupils shrink.

"You're rational and decisive, unmoved by the contents of the dungeon. You're different from the player I remember."

Player? Not a foreigner?

Yuki slowly opened his mouth. Didn't Yaduo Town always call players outsiders? Fortunately, after experiencing the Devil's Hospital, he has become immune to this situation.

"What you heard from the clown is not correct. He should not have been baptized."

"Of course not. Players are cautious, but souls are never willing to let down their guard. But don't underestimate God's guidance. He knows everything."

Divine guidance?

Yuki's expression suddenly changed. If the other party knew everything, he would not have waited until now, which means that he just found out.

So the final ritual was indeed to contact the evil god. If I had done nothing, I would be a dead man now.

Wait a minute, how does the evil god know the players?

Yuki was confused. The evil god was not just a background story, he really existed. But his existence did not mean that he knew the players. Could he be a more powerful version of Dean Tomikawa?

Walking out of The Truman Show, out of the realm of the game NPC? No, then how can he still influence the dungeon? Doesn't this make him a kind of existence similar to the reincarnation game?

With his mind full of questions, Yuuki had long known that the reincarnation game was not simple, and he had been searching for the truth. For example, the diary and the targeting of the first copy were simply unavoidable.

After three copies, he found a lot of answers, and then gained more questions.

"Don't try to guess about the gods, it's disrespectful. By the way, do you want to know why the hunting rifle in your hand is a chaos item?" The old voice came again. It was a question, and the voice was full of temptation, as if he knew what Yuki desired most.

Money? Beauty? Power? No, he longed for answers.

Oh my god, you even know this.

Yuki glanced at the hunter's musket and sensed the danger. A voice in his heart roared:

Don't answer! Don't answer! Don't answer!

Reason was frantically warning the police, but Yuuki couldn't help his curiosity. Exploring the mystery of the reincarnation game was his greatest pursuit, so he nodded slightly.

"Go ahead, I'm really interested."

As he answered, he lifted his right foot, his eyes lost focus, and leaned forward, stepping towards the door, towards the answer.

At the same time, he heard the old man's murmur, the voice was very close, as if it was standing in front of him.

"Because -"

"He was a player from another faction."

Chapter 34: Deep into the game!

A player from another faction? What does that mean?

Yuuki was becoming more and more interested.

He was very clear-headed and could analyze the possibility that the other party was making up a story.

He was also very confused, like a traveler who had not had water for several days in the desert, and saw a pond in front of him, with wild beasts guarding the pond. He knew he should not get close, but he could not suppress his desire.

What comes to mind is not whether you should do it or not, but whether you believe it or not.

Players, or another faction?

At first glance, each word seems fine, but upon closer inspection, it's terrifying.

There are many interpretations of the camp, but no matter which interpretation, it is very different from one's own.

Through these two days of exploration, it is clear that the evil god is a higher existence than this copy. If it is what he said, it is really credible. After all, the saint is just an NPC in the copy. With his vision, he can't even make up such a story.

He began to recall the purple-robed priest. The chainsaw axe and hunting rifle gave him a strong sense of déjà vu. If he was a player, it would definitely have nothing to do with reality. No one would COS so similarly. The coincidence rate was less than one in ten thousand.

Factions, players still need to be divided into factions?

Yuki pondered this further, searching his memory and coming across two suspicious points:

The player panel is gradually unlocked with seniority. After the first copy, he unlocked the team function, and after the second copy, he unlocked the player forum, which is obviously a permission.

Whether it is the forum or Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, some information cannot be told and will be mosaiced.

So, what about being a player?

The priest was intelligent, but he didn't show any warmth when he saw the players. He was no different from the NPC in the dungeon. However, Yuki happened to have relevant experience:

He thought of the Street Fighter in the Devil's Hospital. If all the players died, would those taken away by Dean Fuchuan become elite monsters?

If other players are sent to the same dungeon in the future, will they be able to pick up Chaos items?

Wait, the garbage mountain and the cemetery, these two places belong to the past, could they be the battlefield of the previous copy?

Gulu.

Yuki swallowed hard, subconsciously. This meant that even without players, the dungeon would continue to operate according to the rules. There were also players from other factions, and even higher-dimensional evil gods who had been keeping an eye on this small world for countless years...

The terrifying information he analyzed made Yuuki's eyes completely lose focus, and he stood in the hall like a puppet.

Crash.

In the dark shadows that he could not see, the behemoth was moving silently, stepping over the gray and purple robed corpses on the ground, and soon walked towards the innermost side of the altar.

Away from the light of the torches, it was pitch black, and the saint already knew that Yuki had a pair of special eyes that could see beyond his mortal body into the deeper world of the soul.

But if he doesn't watch it, that's fine.

"As God said, no one can escape the shackles of desire and the pursuit of the unknown, even if the stranger is powerful and cunning."

He was not moving fast, but carefully sized up his prey and praised the greatness of the gods.

It is a great irony that such an intelligent and determined outsider would pay with his life for his curiosity.

He spoke whatever God told him to say. Just one sentence combined with the realm of desire made the cunning stranger step into the trap and then sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of desire.

A single leaf blocks one's view of the mountain, and Yuki, who is being pulled hard by the desire to explore and is caught in a brainstorm, cannot see the approach of the saint. It is as if he has been separated from reality and entered an endless puzzle space.

Deeper, deeper.

The Saint remained cautious, circling around Yucheng. As he prayed, he continuously sent more power of desire. This thing was silent and invisible, but it devoured the human soul like a deadly poison, somewhat like an old joke:

This is a disease, it requires electricity.

Those in power are often confused. Just like the residents of Yaduo Town are trapped in the cage of rules, Yuki is also falling into the abyss.

'What a shame, the remaining players don't have time to deal with it.'

A sigh emerged in the saint's mind. He didn't know what this sentence meant, but he felt that the god's gaze had left his body.

It lowered its head reverently, seeing off the consciousness, and then looked towards the nearby Yuki City.

"Then it's my job to get him fully involved in the game and make him the new purple-robed priest. If there are any strangers coming, he should behave better."

The saint stopped and looked down at the man in front of him. The latter still looked dazed, as if he was stuck in a dead end, surrounded by infinite truths and could never get out.

It's almost time.

Nothing could be seen in the pitch-black environment, only the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart could be heard.

The saint opened his mouth wide, big enough to swallow Yuki whole, then slowly bent down, muttering strange scriptures.

But this time, everyone could understand.

"In the name of God, I baptize you. From now on, you will go deep into the game."

This was the essence of baptism. The amount of liquid was much more generous than sprinkling a few drops of holy water on the head. The saint's eyes were filled with love as he saw his saliva dripping onto Yuuki's head. Just as the shadow was about to cover it—

The confused man raised his head, his scarlet eyes gleaming.

!! ?

The chanting stopped for a moment, and the saint found it difficult to comprehend the situation.

That's not right. How can someone who is deeply involved in the situation escape? Shouldn't they perish in silence in endless contemplation?

Was he acting from the beginning? Impossible. He absolutely could not resist the guidance of the gods. For safety's sake, there was no need to enter the hall.

He didn't understand, but Yuki moved. With a flick of his wrist, he raised the hunter's musket and held it above his head.

"I don't understand, but you have a foul mouth."

boom!boom!

Two deafening gunshots were heard, and red soul energy briefly illuminated the surroundings. Yuki's naked eyes took a quick glimpse and finally saw what was in front of him.

This thing looked like a deformed Tyrannosaurus Rex, with dark brown skin, thick hind legs, two twisted arms on its chest, a mouth like a crocodile, and what seemed to be an old human face on its upper jaw.

Oh, and it also has a tail about a meter long, like a war horse.

Sort of like a larger version of... Holy Sword Ludwig?

A thought flashed through Yuki's mind, and he saw that the crocodile's mouth was extremely long, and it was definitely able to swallow him in one bite, but it just so happened that his gun was pointed at the other's mouth.

Along with the sound of gunfire, the single-headed bullet went straight through the top of his head and exploded on the ceiling, while the shotgun shell penetrated into his mouth, blasting out a large piece of flesh and blood.

Roar--

With a beast roar, the monster leaned back and roared in disbelief.

"Can you resist God's temptation??"

This is beyond imagination and even beyond belief, making people waver in their belief in "omnipotence" and hesitate for a while, not daring to move forward.

Yuki was also pushed half a meter by the recoil. He chose not to answer, but stared with his eyes wide open, filled with absolute calmness.

Fortunately, I was prepared.

He had indeed been tricked just now, drawn in by the desire to explore and completely immersed in the mystery.

Ignoring the current situation, forgetting the enemy in front of you, your mind is full of problems, and you have a kind of persistence that will not give up until the problem is solved.

Being distracted during a fight is suicidal, but I had already lost control and only my body could react instinctively.

For example, breaking out in cold sweat, pupil contraction, or... swallowing saliva.

Coincidentally, Yuuki took a large sip of the Dettol of Tranquility in his mouth. Coincidentally, he drank the entire bottle of Dettol with this one swallow. Now that he had no negative mental state to begin with, his thoughts froze on the spot.

"And what I need is a solidification of thought."

His originally infinitely divergent thoughts were instantly retracted, waking him up with a start, and his forehead was now covered with cold sweat.

Is this the power of the evil god? Did he exploit my thirst for knowledge? He didn't possess any earth-shattering power, but simply tricked me?

Still answered, still came in, still joined the game.

It happened silently and even the mental resistance of the demonic possession was useless. Fortunately, I had made preparations in advance.

"And that was baptism?"

Yuki looked up and saw that the huge monster had disappeared into the shadows. No footsteps could be heard. Fortunately, the Devil's Eye could see a thick shadow running around in the darkness.

It was circling, observing itself under the protection of the cylinder, and was apparently unaware of the coincidence.

"This is a bit troublesome. The evil god's influence on the dungeon is so profound."

The thinking just now was not useless. At least it made Yuki understand a lot of things. But now there is nothing to regret.

With risk comes opportunity, and this intelligence is worth risking your life for.

At the same time, the saint moved quickly and silently, looking at the man in the middle of the hall with some doubt.