I am a reincarnation player.

Citizens and warriors would constantly engage in deadly battles, and the cult would collect their bodies, chopping off their heads and piling them up into mountains. The rest of their bodies would dissolve into buildings and then regenerate in some way.

So he didn't see any living facilities, no schools, hospitals, parks, no elderly people or children, and those things on the street couldn't be called "people" at all.

This is an infinite cycle of killing, human-shaped leeks, and it indirectly answers Yuki's question:

Why did the demonic possession fail to capture much soul energy despite repeated battles with powerful enemies?

It turns out that it has its own cycle, so of course it won’t be taken away by the devil.

But there should be a price, otherwise it will become a perpetual motion machine, which is unscientific.

Yuuki tapped his hands lightly, going over all the clues so far in his mind, and suddenly paused.

"Hayasaka, have you found any place in this city that can be called 'safe'?"

Safe? Isn't this place full of fighting?

Hayasaka Ai almost blurted out, and after thinking about Yuki's question for a while, she realized that there were indeed two places that were relatively safe.

"The Cult and the Death Arena, the probability of fighting breaking out in these two places is relatively low. No, Abate once duelled with his colleagues, so the Death Arena is the only place left?"

The death arena is full of earth-shattering battles, which seems to have nothing to do with safety at first glance, but there is a kind of people in it who are absolutely safe.

"Those spectators will not be affected by the protection of the eight columns, and they have never killed each other!"

Yuki slapped the table, stood up excitedly, and paced in the middle of the lounge.

"These people only need to fan the flames. They don't need to eat or go to the bathroom. They're just a bunch of puppets. And have you noticed? There are empty seats in every deathmatch, and there's no pattern to the empty seats."

"Do you know what this reminds me of? The patients in the Demon Hospital, the believers in Yaduo Town, I said that the dungeon combat power can't be perfect."

When players step into the death arena, they will be overwhelmed by the fanatical atmosphere and have no time to pay attention to these details. However, Yuuki remained absolutely calm and noticed it the first time he stepped into the IV death arena.

At first he was wondering why those sitting at the 'top of the mountain' didn't move to the front when there were clearly empty seats in the front row.

"Are you saying that the audience is the price of the cycle?" Hayasaka Ai immediately came to her senses.

"Unless this place really is a perpetual motion machine, but how do you explain those empty seats? And don't you think it's unfair between the four characters?" Yuki turned around, his eyes shining with excitement.

The cult, players, citizens and spectators, only the last type does not need to participate in the war, does not need to die, and only needs to add fuel to the fire.

Glory and enthusiasm come from cheers, which are issued by the audience. No matter what method Yuki uses to conquer the copy, he will kill the warriors, so from the beginning to the end, his actions are only aimed at the audience.

Without cheers, there would be no fanatical atmosphere. Without a fanatical atmosphere, the eight columns would no longer be excited. Extending outwards, it represents the clear attitude of the cult.

They were against Yuki's actions, and if this kind of suppression wasn't effective, they would have personally taken action to eliminate him.

So, for whom do we suppress ourselves? For whom do we endure?

"So the most important role in this copy is the audience?" Hayasaka Ai took a breath and admired Yuuki's flash of inspiration. He was able to make this whole thing work.

In Blood Disaster, the audience is the least threatening. They can curse and roar but cannot rush down to attack the players. If they have a desire to perform and like fighting, they will feel close to them.

After thinking about it for a moment, she felt that this was not just a sudden delusion, but a very tight logical chain.

This came from the investigation of Sakurajima Mai and others, who found the deep secret of the copy and discovered the circular reaction. Yuki simply found loopholes in this cycle and then supplemented the observed phenomena.

"It's a bold guess, but how can we verify it?" Hayasaka glanced at the closed door and lowered her voice. "If this is true, it would be very dangerous. Fortunately, that cult was too direct and didn't resort to any tricks."

"If they are strong and sinister, there is no point in playing with me." Yuki cursed.

The cult's combat power is overwhelming. If the player knows how to scheme and scheme, will he be able to survive? This is similar to the church in Yaduo Town, except that the latter is bound by "God".

After thinking for a while, Yuuki looked up and decided to speed up the strategy: "Hayasaka, you go to find Zhang the Double Gun as planned, and add one more task, find a way to kill some spectators."

He didn't say how to kill or what risks would arise after the killing, and there was no need to say it.

"Okay, be careful. They won't let you rest much."

Hayasaka Ai accepted it immediately. She knew that the power of other players was needed at this stage, such as freeing Double Gun Zhang from the deathmatch rules.

"You should be careful too. By the way, lend me a prop."

"Which one?" Hayasaka didn't hesitate and instinctively reached for the Deathstroke, his life-defining item.

"You don't need the Death Knell, just lend me the flying boots." Yuki didn't want the Death Knell. The more powerful the chaos item, the more it needs a complete set of auxiliary systems.

Just like Shinomiya Nijimasa's grenade launcher, it also needs to be equipped with several cooling items.

Hayasaka Ai immediately threw the boots over, opened the door of the lounge, and was stunned again.

The guide, Abate, was standing at the door with his head down, as if hesitating about something. Seeing his expression, I understood instantly.

"Are you planning to play dirty?" Hayasaka's face suddenly darkened, obviously knowing that Yuki was too strong, which made the apostle very worried.

Yuuki is a sacrifice, a sacrifice who must die in the championship match, but now he acts with ease, all the opponents he fights with die, but he himself is unharmed.

"It's indeed a bit unfair." Abate actually showed a hint of shame, rubbing his hands lightly. "The opponent for the next battle has been arranged. Please prepare yourself. This time, you can either accept the battle immediately or fight the Apostle."

"When?"

"It's now."

Continuous fighting is to test the upper limit of Yuki's strength. What if he is stronger than Adam? If we continue with the plan, we will be shooting ourselves in the foot. It is better to cut the loss quickly.

Hayasaka Ai knew very well what the cult was thinking, and she knew even better why Yuuki wanted to appear so at ease, even though the golden skull was already having a hard time beating it just now.

'He has drawn all the attention of the dungeon, allowing us to move freely in the shadows.'

The girl's icy gaze made Abate afraid to look up. He wasn't stupid; of course he knew this was the cult's arrangement. According to the rules, they were supposed to fight each other, with a battle scheduled every two days, and then constantly broadcast on the big screen, like a grand ceremony.

However, arranging two consecutive battles for Yuki within one day was a blatant targeting.

Abate was a little confused. If the apostle really wanted to kill this man, why didn't he do it himself, but instead broke the rules he set.

"Go ahead, Hayasaka." Yuki didn't feel angry, he even found it a little funny. What was there to be ashamed of? It was clearly too straightforward.

They just had to work overtime and were unwilling to use even the simplest and crudest method of forcing a match-fixing. This was very touching for Yuki, who had experienced all kinds of bizarre conspiracies.

The tone was relaxed, and Hayasaka Ai suddenly realized something.

Yes, the best solution is to put a knife to my neck and my senior sister's neck and not let him win; or pick a place, crush Yuki with overwhelming force, and then don't take his life, you can even find out the color of his underwear.

The people here are out of their minds and are ashamed of such an inefficient method.

Hayasaka Ai suddenly felt that the 'Glory' setting was very useful, and her expression relaxed slightly as she walked around Abate and left.

Abate didn't stop her, and didn't even ask where she was going. He walked in front of Yuuki and was interrupted by the latter just as he was about to speak.

"Is the opponent the demon from Death Arena VI?"

"Yes, the strongest warrior to date." Abate sighed. Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, he even gave a piece of information: "The demon originally wanted to challenge Adam, and the cult arranged you as his opponent in advance."

It is neither ordinary nor honorable to force an arrangement against the will of the Warriors.

But in Yuki's eyes, this was actually a stupid method. He could easily come up with ten highly efficient plans that guaranteed victory. He once again experienced this copy's obsession with violence.

I have to find out my limits no matter what, even if it means I die at the hands of a demon or my plan fails?

Yuki didn't quite understand the train of thought of this group of people, and slowly stood up. It happened that he was also quite interested in this "demon".

"Abut, you are my guide, right?"

"Of course." The man was puzzled and watched Yuki pat his shoulder and pass by in silence.

"Then have more faith in me."

Chapter 22: The Devil, Wu Lei'an

Death Arena No. VI.

All the death arenas are like copy and paste, with almost no difference in layout, except that this time Yuki comes to fight alone.

The fanatical cheers poured into the aisle and fell into the ears, which made Abate, who was leading the way, look compassionate. Soon the audience here would also be fed up.

He quietly turned his head and looked at the man behind him. This time, he didn't feel much disgust. He felt that the man's cold and powerfulness was no less than that of the passionate warriors.

It is true that no one can see the battle process, but this does not change the outcome. All enemies, whether weak or strong, are killed and blood is spilled all over the ring.

As for glory? The cult's approach is different in terms of blasphemy, but they both pursue results?

If the blood god mentioned by the apostles exists, shouldn't this act of blasphemy against glory be punished?

"No matter what the cause of the war, no matter where the blood comes from."

"Is what he said the truth? Should I question the Apostle?"

Reality conflicted with the deeply ingrained cognition in Abate's mind, but Yuki, who was a few steps behind, didn't care what he was thinking.

This time all members are mobilized, so he can focus all his energy on the battle.

After the first battle, new clues will be found by Hayasaka Ai and others, and there will be no need to split themselves into several parts and take care of all problems at the same time.

So Yuki didn't think about anything, just listened to the roar in his ears, stared at the light at the end of the passage, and his nose moved slightly, smelling the strong smell of blood.

It was like old dirt, piled up in countless layers. Yuuki was stunned and had a question in his mind:

How does this instance work before the player enters?

Judging from the existence time of the building, the copy has been in operation all the time. Combined with the experience of "those who are involved are confused", it is very likely that it has welcomed other players, such as the "faction" that has not been understood to this day.

According to Rihe, warriors and passers-by are constantly regenerating. Perhaps every time a player enters and becomes a warrior, the story of competing for the championship will begin.

But they don’t usually eat or sleep, the battle must be going on, and not every soldier will experience the cycle of death.

Gulu.

Swallowing lightly, he realized that this 'demon' was more special than he had imagined, just like the extremely heavy and rich smell of blood, which was even deeper than the two death arenas he had visited.

Stepping into the death arena, Yuki looked around as usual, his eyes filled with the enthusiastic spectators and the randomly spaced empty seats.

The arena below was slightly different. It was too flat, without even any shelter. It was exactly the same as the arena in my impression. There was a person squatting in the center, and his style was not quite consistent with the opponents I had seen before.

He was about the same height as himself, and looked unusually "petite" compared to those warriors who were often two or three meters tall. He was not wearing any heavy and strange armor.

He was only wearing a sports vest, revealing his muscular body. He raised his head slightly, and his dark eyes made Yuki stop.

Such pure murderous intent, is this the main course?

Yuki's first impression was one of 'extreme purity', and coupled with the thunderous cheers in his ears, it was like seeing a king.

How could they achieve this status with only 15 wins?

Yuki remembered the information that Hiyori had written down when they entered the dungeon. At that time, this person had not won as many games as Adam.

But he is not a player, definitely not.

Intuition told him the answer. How could a champion be born from just a dozen victories? Yuki suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the deathmatch itself.

"Where does he come from?"

"Uh, a very special existence." Abate moved his mouth, not knowing how to say it or whether he should say it.

"It seems he has been around for a long time and has never died."

Yuuki answered casually, and saw Abate's expression change slightly, but there was no tension. The latter just nodded slightly:

"Yes, I have always seen him fighting here and he has never left. This may be an opportunity for him to change the status quo."

Abate couldn't say what to change about the current situation, and Yuki didn't ask, but he gradually formed an idea.

He nodded slightly and walked down the stairs, his eyes sweeping over the enthusiastic faces around him. If there was anything that remained unchanged in this copy, it was only them.

It was the fourth day in the dungeon, and Yuuki had already seen many strange warriors. If this world had existed for so long, it couldn't possibly have created a different warrior every time. Thinking back to Hiyori's theory of cycles:

A world of endless killing is like hell for normal people, but like heaven for these people.

The endless battle, death and life, life and death again. According to what Abate just said, only the members of the cult are outside this cycle.

As for why this person is so special, it's not just because he has never died, but also because...

Yuki stepped onto the ring and watched the squatting man stand up. His black eyes were filled with desire, somewhat similar to the look of the apostle he saw a few hours ago.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The demon didn't start the fight like the other warriors. He moved his joints, making a 'crackling' sound. "Do you think I'm weird for not trying to kill you right away?"

The voice was deep and penetrating, and it accurately penetrated the ears amid the enthusiastic cheers. This was a superb skill.

Okay, this person can communicate.

Yuki raised his hand to pick his ear and felt a tingling pain like a needle, but he was also ecstatic. He was most worried that even if this person was a player, he would be unable to communicate like the hunter priest.

So when can we verify the questions we had last time?

The chain of logic quickly unfolded, and Yuki replied coldly, "It's indeed strange. I noticed from the beginning that you are different from the people here. But the look in your eyes just now was wrong. Shouldn't you be happy to see your compatriots?"

He asked a rhetorical question right away, as if he was certain that the other person was a player.