I am a reincarnation player.

Huh? One-sided visibility???

It was too late to react at this time. In the pitch-black night, he only felt a pain in his neck. The spreading pain made his eyeballs bulge and he fainted on the spot.

Side effects of the substitute spirit: the user's pain will be amplified, ignoring any physiological limits.

the second.

Yuki didn't know the side effects of this prop, he just thought that the two people lay down too easily and their sleep quality was surprisingly good.

"The two most troublesome ones have been dealt with, and the others haven't rushed in rashly, forming a siege on the periphery?"

He couldn't see the souls stepping into the darkness, but he knew that the area outside must be surrounded by heavy troops. Two of his companions were eliminated at the beginning, so he couldn't underestimate the enemy anymore. He had no props to protect himself, so he would really die.

But this was exactly the effect Yuki wanted. He reached out and groped around, finding a stone to sit on. Anyway, the other party didn't dare to use a blanket bombing, so he would be absolutely safe for the next hour.

The darkness calmed people down, and Yuki was not anxious. He opened his eyes wide, and the darkness was no longer in sight. He seemed to see another kind of scenery:

The sound of cannons rumbled on the storm-ravaged sea, and a group of girls rose and fell with the warship. The heavy rain soaked their hair and clothes, but they gritted their teeth and fought against the storm.

It is indeed as Arisu Sakayanagi said, this is fair. Even though there are dimensional barriers, there is a feeling of doing our best for the same goal.

Routine tasks generally only take two days. I hope the seniors can finish faster so that I can have a break.

Thinking of this, Yuki stood up with his sword and walked towards the edge of the darkness.

Well, I have to hurry too.

Chapter 4: Artist and Adam (K)

Tokyo.

This is a windowless, elegantly decorated European-style room.

The floor is brown and black, there is a fabric sofa with dark gold armrests, and there are picture frames hanging on the wall. The paintings are exquisite and terrifying, all in dark red tones, with the most primitive style.

Some look like humans, some look like animals, and some are simply a series of bloody palm prints. When you look closely, you can discover a very real sense of art.

These paintings, coupled with the classical music that fills the air, make people feel both irritated and peaceful.

Chun stood solemnly with her eyes narrowed, not wanting to look at those paintings that seemed like spiritual pollution, and focused all her attention on what was in front of her.

There is a round table in the center of the room. The tabletop is full of traces of time and is obviously an antique.

Sigong Huangguang was sitting at one end of the round table. He had a smile on his face and said nothing, just quietly looking at the figure at the other end of the table.

He was a middle-aged blond man wearing a straight black suit with gray lines, his hair was neatly parted in the middle, and he had a thin and narrow face.

He looked like a knowledgeable and well-spoken university teacher, holding a silver knife and fork, enjoying the delicious food on the round plate.

Cutting, picking up, chewing, each movement was slow and proper, even the number of times and strength of chewing were the same. When the tender meat juices burst in his mouth and a few drops of bright red blood slid from the corners of his mouth, he would pick up his handkerchief and gently wipe them away.

With little time left, Sigong Huangguang did not urge him. He just watched him put the last piece of meat into his mouth, wipe the blood with a handkerchief, take a sip of red wine, close his eyes and enjoy the music, as if he noticed the gaze next to him.

He looked at the boy, his blue eyes filled with kindness, and he smiled gently.

Extremely dangerous!

Chun looked away almost instantly. The confidence she had just gained from being promoted to the extraordinary level collapsed on the spot. Her scalp was numb and she didn't even dare to look at the other person.

"An interesting boy, very confident, yet not confident enough." The man smiled at Sigong Huangguang, stroking his chest with his right hand and bowing slightly. "Also, thank you for your hospitality. You helped me wash away the dust from the journey."

Huang Guang, an absolute gentleman, touched his bald head and gave an ugly smile: "Artist, as long as you are satisfied."

He tried his best to relax his muscles, but found it impossible. His characteristics and abilities were ready to be unleashed, simply because the person in front of him was too dangerous.

The artist, or the 'blood artist', is the leader of that group of lunatics. No, it cannot be called a leader. It is not an organization at all, but just a group of lunatics.

No one knew what they were trying to do, only that they were restrained yet indulgent, just like the food on this plate, which looked delicate and delicious, but he knew that it was a freshly removed lung lobe, fried by the other party himself.

What’s even more outrageous is that he invited me to taste it together.

Huang Guang, who was well-informed, felt a little disgusted and had no time to chat. He said, "Your visit this time..."

Lie.

The artist raised an index finger, making Huang Guang shut up, then smiled slightly in the puzzled look: "Since you are in a hurry, it would be more efficient for me to do it."

"Please."

"Okay." The blond man stood up with a bright red wine glass and paced around the room to the elegant melody.

"First of all, there is indeed an artist who disappeared with your subordinates in the script called 'The Confusion of the Officials'. We compared them before coming here."

"Secondly, I'm very satisfied with your honesty. You didn't put the blame on those kids and take advantage of my power."

"In the end, art comes with sacrifice, and I have no desire for revenge."

The logic was clear and everything was explained in just a few words, but Sigong Huangguang was puzzled. If he didn't want revenge, why didn't he come from all the way here?

"Don't be impatient, I haven't finished yet." The man raised his finger again and placed the wine glass steadily on the table next to him. "The reason I came here is simple. That person tastes extremely delicious."

Intuition? Or some special ability?

Huang Guang was obviously stunned for a moment, but thinking that these people were weird, he didn't bother to think too much about it. As long as the goal was achieved, it was fine.

"Yes, through causal predictions and criminal profiling, I've almost determined that 'The Confused Person' is the same person who attacked us before. But I want to make it clear that this is a matter of probability. It's possible that the two parties are just connected."

"Trust your intuition, don't think about the probability." The artist gave polite advice, then asked with a smile, "But the damage he caused was not great, why are you so persistent?"

Even if Shinomiya Nijimasa has a special identity, Yuuki only killed a dozen players, so if anyone should hate someone, it should be Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

"Because Adam wants to find him." Huang Guang answered with a headache.

"Oh? I haven't met Mr. Adam in a while. He's a pure man, so I have to modify my advice: even if you don't trust your intuition, trust his."

Huang Guang looked into those azure eyes, feeling a little flustered as if he had been seen through. Of course, he didn't tell the truth. The biggest reason was still because of the future:

It is very interesting that the characteristics of the white bird portray the keyword "Taiyi". If there is really a connection, things will become complicated. Zhou specially held a seminar.

I originally thought that 'Taiyi' was just some fake information that was made up casually, but now it seems that it might be true, otherwise it would not have been possible to portray it.

If it is true, it represents an important clue for the next stage. Otherwise, if you pass the test, you will be beaten to death by the boss when you go up. That would be a big loss.

Whether to beg for mercy or to silence the witness, they would have to talk about it in person. If he had won the battle a few days ago, he could have tried to insinuate it through the academy, but he lost, so he could only do it himself.

"Yeah, so I adjusted my direction."

The artist smiled slightly, knowing that the man was not telling the truth, but he didn't care. The smell was so charming that it was enough to make him ignore all the conspiracy.

I just want him, no matter how many conspiracies there are or who is behind it.

Thinking of this, he was a little eager: "Do you want me to find him in the dungeon? Or ask those kids?"

"That academy won't be easy to take down. You and I don't have time." Huang Guang shook his head slightly and reminded him, "The probability of causal predictions is not high. There can be many copies at the same time. Even if I have the prop, I can't participate in every one of them. Besides, anyone below the extraordinary level will die if they go to deal with him."

"So let's get more people to look for it together?"

"Yes, and I have to find him quickly. I need to meet him and have a good talk before the final exam."

"There are so many tasks going on at the same time that it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"There is a way." Huang Guang interrupted, took a deep breath and said, "I will use that diary to increase the success rate."

That diary? Oh, this is really urgent.

The artist's mouth twitched slightly, and he found the anxious expression very interesting, filled with desire and fear. He didn't think too much about it and clapped his hands lightly.

The door was pushed open and a strong man walked in. His exposed skin was covered with tattoos, even his face was not spared, and it was covered with various strange animals.

"Artist." The visitor bowed slightly and said softly, "I've heard about the clown. Although he only knows the surface of art, his path to learning shouldn't end there."

"Esco, so I want you to do me a favor." The blond man was very polite, just like a conversation between friends.

"No problem, I just have a small request." Esco grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. "I haven't experienced your craftsmanship in two dungeons. This is a rare opportunity to meet you in person."

"It's a simple and pleasant request. Please wait a moment." The man nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and went to the kitchen. Soon, the sound of cutting was heard.

The two of them seemed to have forgotten that there were other people here, and they communicated very politely.

"Heart or liver?"

"Kidney slices, please."

"Cooking is a pleasure, how can it be troublesome? So, do you want to fry or stir-fry?"

"You've mastered the cooking technique perfectly. Would you like more?"

"There are tableware in the cupboard. Please put them away."

Esko bent down to get the cutlery, then remembered that there was someone else in the room, so he turned around and asked, "Mr. Shinomiya, do you want to join us?"

Huang Guang's expression was ugly, he felt like vomiting, and he couldn't understand anything. He could only force a smile: "No need, Mr. Artist, I will send someone to contact you later."

After saying that, he left in a hurry, not wanting to stay even a second longer.

Esco watched the figure from behind until he disappeared at the end of the corridor, then turned back and said, "It seems that even a powerful player like Mr. Shinomiya can't understand us, and his cooperation is not easy."

"He has concealed a certain key information, but Esco must not forget—" The blond man leaned against the door frame, a frying pan in his hand, full of the breath of life.

"Don't expect to understand, don't bother trying to figure it out. Games are just games. The most important thing is to please ourselves."

......

The black mountains were covered with potholes, large areas of rock collapsed, and the nearby woods were charred, turning into charcoal in an instant.

Yuki sat on a big rock, breathing softly, his tattered windbreaker repairing itself. He looked at the several 'corpses' beside him and nodded with satisfaction.

Get it done.

The game was over, all twelve players were eliminated, and he was the only one left standing on the battlefield. When the flames faded, Yuki closed his eyes.

Did you lose money or make money?

Judging from the energy consumed, this is obviously a loss. It is simply consumed without being replenished. When dealing with the Ryuen Xiang trio, they also activated the "vital point transfer". The consumption of this thing is indeed astonishing.

But he still felt that he had made a profit. Soul energy could be obtained from the next copy, but experience and knowledge required a lot of time, and what he lacked most now was time.

Mind barrier, soul network, extremely accurate flame bombs, insidious space traps, as well as damage swap, gigantism and other skills, characteristics and props.

Even if Yuuki turns into a murderous maniac and treats all other players in every mission as enemies, it would take two or three dungeons to see such a strong and diverse ability.

"For me, next time I encounter a similar ability, I can prepare a battle plan in advance. It can also answer many of my questions."

Bloodline skills are indeed very valuable. Among the twelve senior players, only Long Yuanxiang possesses the "Giant Bloodline". From experience, this should greatly enhance strength.

His hands became thicker than his entire body, and his punch skill created a sonic boom that shattered the mountaintops. Yuuki spent the most time on him.

The best tactic to deal with this kind of systematic players is to hunt them down one by one. They include commanders who also serve as communication towers, human search radars, and hunters who specialize in setting traps.

"If I hadn't observed ahead of time, my move would have disrupted the plan, and this time there would have been a huge mess."

Winning is winning. Yuki doesn't think he is lucky. All the coincidences are the result of advance preparation. If they really set up a formation to fight, the three of him would not be a match.

"You are really despicable." Sakayanagi Arisu came at this time, his eyes full of fear, annoyance, and a little shame.

She had originally planned to teach this guy a lesson, but in the end, these idiots were defeated one by one and didn't even last two days. However, she was still a little dissatisfied. It wasn't cheating, but it was a reasonable application of the rules.

He took advantage of the fact that the dying state could not withstand the last hit, making it impossible for Ryuen Sho and others to cover the attack, and used that field-type prop to assassinate them. When Horikita Suzune, who specialized in this item, was eliminated, the rest of the time became garbage time.

"They underestimated the enemy at the beginning, but became very cautious later. Besides, there is no such thing as being mean in a fight to the death. If they could really kill someone, they would have been defeated even faster." Yuki shrugged lightly.

"why?"

"Because the dead will become my strength, the more I fight, the stronger I become. How can they remain undefeated?"

Soul devouring.

Arisu Sakayanagi's pupils shrank slightly, and he finally understood where the sense of danger came from. This man not only wanted to kill him, but also wanted to eat him.

Yuki smiled imperceptibly. He was just bragging. The absorption rate of demon possession was not that high, but that didn't matter.

"Not bad, I lasted 38 hours, longer than I thought."

"Can I take this as irony?"

"No, it's a compliment. They have great potential."

And then they were all defeated by you, isn't that ironic?

Sakayanagi moved her lips and wanted to curse. In fact, in terms of hard power, Yuki and Ryuuen were evenly matched. She didn't understand how he could defeat everyone.

But fighting is not a game of cards, and strength on paper is useless.

"Then I must thank you for showing mercy."

"Well, you should be grateful." Yuki answered smoothly. After seeing the girl glaring at him, he changed his words and said, "Of course, I am more grateful for your trust."