I am a reincarnation player.

Even with the most vague bloodthirsty red moon, Yuki always felt that the core of the copy was to kill himself.

"Ahem, let's sort it out and make a period summary." Rihe's voice was crisp. He quickly adjusted his state and took out a notebook to write and draw.

"During the bloody catastrophe, this city was characterized by fighting and slaughter. There were eight death arenas, with countless spectators cheering for the slaughter. The cult was the one managing the city. Their headquarters were in eight pitch-black buildings, responsible for selecting opponents and cleaning up the mess."

"From the first day's exploration, we learned that the cult collected various corpses, cut off their heads, and performed some kind of ritual. The atmosphere in the death arena was very enthusiastic, but Mr. Yuki's methods made them very uncomfortable. As a result, the eight columns of soul flames were no longer excited, and no one was willing to fight Mr. Yuki."

The girl took a liner pen and circled the words "battle", "ritual", and "cheer", then connected them with lines.

"Cheering makes the battle more frenzied, the battle produces corpses, which are taken away by the cult, and an unknown ritual is performed. These three can be seen as a whole, which is the basic logic of the plot development."

"There are still some issues, such as the disparity between the soul energy obtained by Mr. Yuki and the enemy's strength. These require further investigation."

Everyone, including Yuuki, nodded. In fact, everyone knew this information, but it became clearer through Hiyori's mouth.

This copy is somewhat similar to "The Confused Person in Charge", both of which revolve around rituals, but are simpler and more brutal, with a larger scale and more people involved.

Based on basic logic, smart people can make guesses, such as whether the ceremony is the ultimate secret or whether it is related to the championship.

"What about those people on the street? They should have nothing to do with the death fight." Hayasaka Ai asked in a low voice, feeling that it was another system.

"It's related. Just as I speculated before, this city is a huge death arena. I also saw some details. These people's heads were also chopped off, but they were thrown into baskets and not taken seriously."

"Is it related to strength?"

"It's not just about strength. I think it's also about the attention. For example, why are those big screens showing photos? Perhaps it would be more exciting if a powerful warrior was defeated." Hiyori swung the pen unconsciously, and the whole person entered a state of reasoning.

In the normal world, no matter how fanatical the atmosphere is, it will be just like that. However, the copy involves extraordinary powers, and the surging emotions will cause changes.

"So the cult is deliberately stirring up a frenzy, probably as a requirement of the ritual. In that case, Mr. Yuuki, you're in danger."

"The cult did warn me, but there was no actual punishment. Don't you think this is strange?" Yuki followed the line of thought further, causing everyone to ponder.

There is no doubt that his actions went against the demands of the sect, which, from all indications, wanted that kind of fanatical atmosphere.

"Perhaps we players are very valuable? Besides, you didn't violate the instructions, Mr. Yuuki," Hiyori said in a low voice, which immediately attracted a lot of agreement.

According to the previous analysis, players can even kill the guide at the beginning and take other strategy routes. No matter how Yuki's mentality changes, his attitude is not wrong.

Participate in a deathmatch, obey the arrangements, and give it your all once you step into the ring.

Although they warned, the cult did not put a knife to Yuuki's neck and force him to withdraw from the Dark Territory.

"Yes, if we want you to cooperate in the battle and stop us from exploring the secrets, there are many ways." Mai fiddled with the hair beside her ear and said casually: "For example, you can capture me or force you to submit."

The so-called good warriors can conquer the enemy without fighting. Force is a means to make others surrender.

But the logic of the teaching group is that if you are useful, I will endure it, and if I can't endure it, I will kill you. There is no middle ground at all.

It's not that he's unwilling, but he's being extremely tough and won't use any gentle tactics at all?

"What about the warm and hospitable Yaduo Town and the simple folk customs of the Bloodlight City?"

Yuki made up a rhyme and decided to let the seniors continue to test the waters. Perhaps he was overthinking it, and the cult's counterintelligence work was too poor, so they hadn't discovered it yet.

He took the notebook and scribbled on it. "Back to the topic, I believe that in this story mission, everyone has their own role, and each character has their own mission. There are currently five known missions."

He drew four circles on citizens, warriors, spectators, and cult, and finally emphasized 'players' several times.

"So I want to know what mission this player character has that the cult is so interested in."

Everyone fell into deep thought, now only knowing that the 'players' were called seeded players and were participating in a bloody deathmatch.

"Okay, I'll include it in the investigation." Mai nodded immediately, covering her head. "Our efficiency on our own is too low. We must find other player teams. Oh, and that Adam, don't you care about him?"

"From the hints, there should be no conflict of interest between players, and the possibility of cooperation is very high."

"Unless someone wants to win the championship, but they shouldn't be that stupid. We can all find that there are beyond the copy."

"And the soldiers, they're dying so quickly. Where did they come from? It doesn't seem like they were gradually upgraded from the audience."

Clear voices rose and fell, everyone expressed their opinions, and quickly sorted out what to do next.

Yuki did not participate in the discussion. With the seniors around, he didn't have to worry about such tedious matters and could just focus on the battle.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door and the discussion stopped immediately. Hiyori immediately put away all the documents and waited for the door to open. It was Abate who came in.

"Bull Demon wants to challenge you." He went straight to the point, as if he had had enough of what he had seen and heard that day.

I couldn't stand it after just one day. People here really have no patience.

Yuki was not surprised, his arrangement was to reduce the number of battles and kill as few people as possible.

"One on one?"

"No, two against two, the Crimson Reaper has to be involved too."

Yuki nodded. He was quite familiar with the situation in Death Arena IV. These two fighters were considered the strongest. At least they had appeared on the big outdoor screen.

After I deal with them, no one should dare to challenge me in this stage.

"Okay, lead the way, Hayasaka, follow me."

He agreed without hesitation. After the summary just now, the cheers, rituals, and battles were all superficial. The logic of the dungeon operation had only one core:

Killing and glory.

Chapter 4: Warriors' Battle (K)

Unlike the church in Yaduo Town, which appears to be holy on the surface but indulges desires in secret, Blood Disaster clearly tells all players from the game prompts to what they see and hear:

Killing and glory, blood and death.

This is the core of the dungeon. No matter what the content of the ritual and the final secret are, as long as you choose to participate in the plot, you will never be able to avoid it.

Then just keep killing. The seniors don’t even need to put in any effort. Just keep killing and you’ll get the answer.

Then let's erase the glory. The people here crave glory, but I won't give it to them, which in turn speeds up the plot.

Yuki stood at the entrance of the dim passage, watching the exciting fighting scene on the ring.

This was a huge melee, with six warriors fighting randomly and madly turning their weapons on their own kind.

There was no mercy, and no one retreated until the opponent's body was torn to pieces, even though the Bull Demon's power was overwhelming.

Standing under the ring, Yuki had to admit that this kind of death fight was full of bloody beauty. There was no need for any conspiracy or trickery. A real man would punch hard and show his strongest side, and finally win or die in the deafening cheers.

Scars are the medal of a warrior; blood is the fate of a soldier.

"I suddenly feel a little embarrassed for you." Hayasaka Ai said suddenly, and she somewhat understood why the man next to her was disliked.

"As a professional player, our primary goal is to conquer the game, not to put on a show." Yuki rolled his eyes and looked ahead coldly, "We're not here to watch the show either. What did we gain?"

"Yes, they are very disciplined. They said it was a chaotic fight, but they really fought one-on-one. If the remaining five warriors unite, they might be able to cause damage to the Bull Demon."

Yuki nodded slightly. He also realized that, just as he had summarized before, the people here were extremely upright.

"Any more?"

"Secondly, these people, besides refusing to admit defeat, seem unable to tolerate not being able to fight." Hayasaka Ai gently tapped her cheek with her fingers and pointed at a knocked-out soldier. "Look, he's burning himself."

Can't be captured? That would make it difficult to extract intelligence from them, and I don't have any control skills, so how can I verify my hypothesis?

Yuki's eyes flickered, and when he came to his senses, only Niu Mo and another warrior were left on the ring, and the warrior's choice made his pupils shrink slightly.

There was a huge gap in strength between the two men, but just like what had been seen before, the warrior did not hesitate to burn with blood flames and rushed forward with a life-threatening momentum.

The Bull Demon was obviously very familiar with this desperate fighting style, so he defended with all his might. Within two minutes, the warrior himself was burned to ashes, turning into a pile of pale bones.

"It's confirmed, these lunatics can't be dealt with by common sense." Yuki covered his forehead in pain.

He originally wanted to use his strength to bully the weak and use his overwhelming power to try to figure out how to end the fatal fight, but these people started to burn themselves out right from the start and didn't give him any chance at all.

"Judging from the blood flames, there's no difference between the soldiers and the civilians. It seems your plan to slowly torture a civilian has failed." Hayasaka Ai knew exactly what Yuuki was thinking and sighed, "It's a pity we don't have any control skills, like freezing the enemy into ice sculptures."

Frozen? Hey, who said there is no such thing?

Yuki suddenly thought of a certain young lady and was about to make plans when he was interrupted by enthusiastic cheers.

"The winner—" the cult host drew out his words, pointing to the fighters at the edge of the ring.

"Bull Demon!!"

“Bull Demon!!!”

There was a roar from the mountains and spit flying everywhere, and the raised hands looked like a dense patch of seaweed.

This voice made Yuki's scalp tingle, and he actually felt a bit of longing. He quickly drank some quiet dew to calm himself down.

Cult members in black suits walked onto the ring, dragged the body away, and then the pitted ring repaired itself.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's your turn." Abate urged from the side.

"He doesn't rest?"

"Take care of yourself more."

Row.

Yuki didn't waste any words and took a step forward, stepping out of the dark passage into the suddenly bright death arena. The moment his foot landed, a feeling of horror surged in his heart.

Just as if it was rehearsed, when he appeared, the tens of thousands of spectators who were cheering just now shut their mouths at the same time, making the noisy death arena become dead silent.

The oppressive feeling of silence came over her, and Hayasaka instinctively pressed herself closer to Yuuki, but she saw that the man remained calm, even with a smile on his face.

The copy is rejecting his actions, doesn't that prove that he is doing the right thing?

Yuki felt that he should laugh, and looked up to see the warrior wearing a bull-horned helmet. He was holding a huge axe, his armor was stained with blood, and he had a meteor hammer tied around his waist. He had just slaughtered several people and was full of murderous intent.

Beside him was a figure wearing scarlet armor and with slender limbs.

The fighting spirit and murderous intent could not be hidden at all. Yuki was very annoying. In their opinion, this was destined to be a difficult and gloryless battle. Perhaps only by tearing Yuki's body into pieces and holding his head high could they get the most intense comfort.

As for failure, this may be the only thorn in their hearts. They are not afraid of losing or dying, but they are not used to their desperate battles not being seen, and dying silently without any glory.

"Apart from being a bit absurd, they are actually a group of strong men."

Yuki's eyes were indifferent. He had no personal connections with these characters, and he didn't want to put himself in a bad situation. At least from what he saw, no one retreated or begged for mercy.

Standing on the ring, everyone fights to the death, just like the fanatical believers in Yaduo Town, with firm beliefs.

"If possible, can you not use that thing?" Abate seemed to notice Yuki's gaze and whispered, "A collision of iron and blood, a fight to the death like a man. You might as well give it a try. The passion and pleasure of battle are indescribable!"

He is very bewitching. Fighting to the death amid the passionate cheers of tens of thousands of people, every killing skill will be cheered, making your knife sharper.

Yuuki fantasized for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "No, I prefer hidden murderous intentions."

After saying that, he left Abate, who looked constipated, and walked straight into the cylinder. He turned on his demon vision and saw signs of the 'flame' on the dark cylinder reviving.

It seemed to be able to sense the emotional fluctuations in the audience, that suppressed sense of anticipation.

Interesting, this thing is indeed alive.

Yuki withdrew his gaze and looked at the two people opposite him. His fighting spirit remained undiminished, but he was not in a hurry to start fighting.

"You insulted this arena, so I'm going to kill you." Niu Mo whispered in a low voice, as if he was not good at talking.

"On the contrary, I gave my all every time and with great respect."

"Respect? You rejected everyone's cheers and brought shame to the sacred battle." It was the Reaper who answered. He drew out two serrated swords, and with a whoosh, crimson flames burned on the blades.

Yuuki had seen this sword burn enemies to ashes before, and after carefully examining it from a distance of several hundred meters, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Two extraordinary monsters, shuttling through a sea of ​​corpses and blood, have a combat capability one level higher than players of the same level.

The characters in the dungeon are almost all like this. The vast majority of players are ordinary people, and their willpower and combat experience cannot be compared with these professionals.

He had no intention of talking nonsense, so he held the knife and took the first step.

"As strong men, are we fighting just to cater to the preferences of these weaklings?"

This was the first time Yuki answered. Before this, he acted like a deaf-mute, fighting in silence, killing silently, and then leaving without looking back.

Bull Demon and the Harvester were stunned. Not only did this man actually speak, but what he said also made some sense.

Yes, shouldn’t the strong be unscrupulous?

They couldn't refute it. After thinking about it seriously, they found that it went against the deeply rooted ideas in their minds, so they simply gave up thinking about it.

Fighting is fighting, no reason is needed.

"That's true, but I'm still going to kill you."

The hostility between the two men decreased slightly, but their murderous intent became stronger.