I am a reincarnation player.

Players passing by took the initiative to detour. Those who could come to the trading field must have some eyesight and could tell that the black-haired young man was a "monster".

That kind of scrutiny and fear made Yuuki couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and reveal a happy smile.

"Yes, this is the feeling I want."

Chapter 4 Tanya and Gus (K)

The strong should be respected, and the strong are naturally feared.

Yuki was rarely satisfied with the reincarnation game. He fought desperately for five copies. He could tolerate stronger players, but he could not tolerate the gap of starting from scratch.

Every bit of strength was earned by myself, one sword at a time. How could it fall from the sky to the center of the earth just by changing the map?

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was not a kind intention at all.

From the perspective of the game setting, it is extremely difficult to cross from a supernatural being to a monster. Not to mention, the physical fitness alone requires a full 8 specialization points.

This is equivalent to 4 S-level task evaluations. If you really want to save up the rewards for 4 dungeons and don't use them, you may have a lifetime to save up but no life to use them. Even if you go for the krypton gold flow, 4000 points is an astronomical figure for ordinary players.

After deducting the cost and the 'tax' of the reincarnation game, the profit of a cup of fruit tea does not exceed 0.5 points. Those elves have to sell cups to make up the difference, not to mention that the evaluation of this monster I also combines characteristics, extraordinary skills, bloodline skills and several chaos items.

If you calculate it based on krypton gold, about 12000 points can create a monster. Damn, in this case, Adam's corpse is a huge loss.

Yuki's face suddenly turned pale. He had lost at least 2000 points. If the corpse was given to a suitable player, he could create a Transcendent IV-level puppet.

"No, it's not that bad. Not every player starts at the ordinary level. For example, that Spray Mushroom also had extraordinary strength from the beginning."

"Who are you saying is 'Puff Mushroom'?" Philen suddenly appeared next to Yuki, holding his staff, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Talking about you."

"No, I'm not. Do you have the ability to go back in time?" The girl pouted. With her round face, she looked like a purple mushroom.

"No."

"That's all, isn't it? You're so brave to say what stage it is, but you're pretty close." Philen didn't explain, but just took a good look at Yuki, and said with a little fear: "I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be so strong."

You have never underestimated me. If our abilities were not comparable, would you really waste your time being a tour guide?

Yuki complained in his heart that it was true that Philen was a good person, but he was not a pushover, and kindness also had to be rewarded.

He glanced at the round-faced girl with a temperament similar to Hiyori's and couldn't help but ask, "Does the Extraordinary level have any special significance? I think some players can reach Monster level right from the start."

In terms of destructive power alone, a Transcendent-level monster can destroy a small city if it is allowed to wreak havoc, and levels III and above are even more exaggerated. For example, Adam can sprint at speeds exceeding the speed of sound and raze a high-rise building to the ground with ease.

But this is far from enough. Among the "acquaintances" he knows, there are countless people who can destroy a city with their bare hands.

"I really don't understand you. Sometimes you're as ignorant as a newcomer, and sometimes you can guess the paid content." Philen glanced at him and hooked her slender fingers. Yuki immediately gave her 50 points, which surprised her.

"Next time, wait for someone to make an offer, don't give so much."

"This is to make up for the previous consulting fee. If it's not enough, feel free to make an offer."

"You...did you make a fortune?"

"Almost, but I've spent it all. There are only about 100 points left." Yuki spoke the truth, and was very proud of being poor.

Philen raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little favorable. People who keep their integrity are at least not bad.

"Let me put it simply. Some players are evolving, while others are just retrieving. This dividing line is 'extraordinary'."

As expected of a magician, the answer he gave was concise and clear, and Yuki understood it immediately.

So that's how it is. Even if a Super Saiyan is dragged into the reincarnation game, he will only start from the extraordinary level at most. It's just that the process of their becoming stronger is called "retrieval".

Fair enough, that way I don't have to run away from certain faces.

"Thank you."

"You paid the points, why are you thanking me?" Philen remained quiet, fiddling with her hair. "I don't know much, and I can't help you much. If you're free in the future, you can come find me in the teahouse. If we're destined to meet again, we can."

"Are you going back?"

"Well, now that you've gotten what you wanted, you need to digest it well. You'll have to participate in the next mission in 24 hours." The girl bowed politely, glanced behind Yuki, and turned away.

"Wait, don't exchange contact information?"

"That's not necessary. Different factions can't team up, and they can't use contract items. But if I run into you in a dungeon, I'll try to stay away from you."

The girl waved her hand, offering some free information, and disappeared into the crowd just as Yuki's eyes flickered.

Let's go now.

Yuki couldn't find the girl's back, and he didn't have any extra thoughts. He simply felt that he was lucky to have met a reliable tour guide.

Just a few dozen points were enough to get the general information, and the final information was also very valuable.

"If I encounter players from other factions in a dungeon, are they automatically considered enemies?"

This smell is so strong.

Yuki raised his head, his gaze extending upwards from the giant trading floor to the countless buildings overhead. That was the direction he had come from. He walked diagonally, and surprisingly, there was no sense of curvature at all.

The Land of Miracles brings so many players together just for a bigger fight?

I guess no player can answer this question, just like this closed border area, it looks boundless, but there is no gap to escape from the game.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Yuki retracted his gaze and turned his head. "By the way, aren't you afraid of ruining the reputation of 'Ouroboros' by doing this?"

Not far behind him stood a tall knight with needle-like black hair. He was wearing heavy armor and a black iron mask with a pair of holes in the mask revealing golden eyes, and a pitch-black ouroboros was painted on his breastplate.

The so-called trading field is nothing more than a super-large chaos prop. Yuki discovered in advance that his products were not top-notch, so he dared to sell them. Anyway, all attacks are prohibited in the border area, so it is impossible to stage a bloody drama of killing people and stealing treasures.

"You're mistaken. Any major client will be treated well to encourage you to visit Ouroboros next time." The knight decisively admitted the 'surveillance', and this frankness actually surprised Yuki.

That's right, there is more than one trading venue, and there is a competitive relationship between them. If the number of people is small, such a large area will be a loss-making business, which is enough to deduct their points into negative numbers.

How to attract players? Service is secondary. The key is to have sufficiently valuable Chaos props and items, and the providers are naturally big customers like Yuki.

"Your goods are precious, and your power is even more formidable." The knight touched his chest and bowed gently. "Next time you come to Ouroboros, we will reduce the service fee to 1 credit per hour."

"What if I can't produce the precious goods?" Yuki's expression improved a little.

"You're welcome, even in the entire Samsara game, level 4 players are rare."

Level 4?

Yuki thought about it, but didn't ask directly like he did to Philen. After pondering it in his mind for a while, he almost understood it.

Human beings (ordinary, excellent, extreme) should be the first level; extraordinary is the second level; and super extraordinary is the third level.

The monster is exactly level 4.

This should be the same as the Chaos Item Level, which is a name set by players themselves. Things like Chaos Level, Extraordinary Level, and Secret Level are really hard to remember.

"How rare is it?" How could Yuki miss the information that was delivered to his doorstep?

"Level 4 players are considered the backbone of each faction," the knight said in a friendly tone, "Since you've just arrived at the border, Ouroboros is willing to make friends. Please follow me, and I'll sell you any intelligence you desire at a discounted price."

This is the real purpose. Who doesn’t like a strong and ignorant player?

But I have no money and I don’t trust you.

Yuki was a man of few means, so he wouldn't trust anyone easily. He waved his hand and asked, "What faction is Ouroboros?"

"Ouroboros isn't a faction, but a team within the 'War Orphans' faction. Do you understand what I mean?" The knight's voice was gruff, and his tall stature gave off a scent of iron and blood.

It was simple enough, and of course Yuki could understand it. It was almost what Philen said the outpost should do.

Players from the same camp in different worlds gathered at the outpost to form a cross-world team, and then went a step further and came to this border area.

It's of no use as a reference. I don't even know what those solidified vortexes mean. There are only five of us who came to the outpost.

Yuki felt a little annoyed and bowed slightly: "Thank you for the invitation, but I have other things to do now. I will come back when I have time."

Without waiting for the knight's answer, Yuki turned and left. He knew that the other party was a high-end team from a certain faction, and it would be against the rules to approach them.

A cautious player, it is strange why such a character is so ignorant, and why there is no pioneer in this camp to answer his questions?

The knight did not harass him, but just watched Yuki walk away quietly. Looking around, he saw that the players had already consciously taken a detour.

"Gus, could you lower your head a little."

A sharp and unhappy voice sounded, causing the knight to lower his head slightly and see a little girl with blonde hair who was only waist-height.

She was wearing a gray-green military uniform, and her little face was no bigger than her palm.

Gus took off his mask, revealing his chiseled face: "Ms. Tanya, I didn't know you were here."

"Lieutenant Colonel Tanya, this is the thousandth time I'm reminding you." The girl snorted, showing a wicked smile and pouted forward. "Well, that little bastard was spying on us. Oh, and he ran away after I found him."

"Level 4 players are no small fry. Each one of them has gone through bloody battles to grow up."

"You bastard, what's wrong with me being happy? But you, you've become too polite." Tanya's smile became more and more vicious. Seeing Yuki walking away quickly, she held her stomach and laughed softly, and then her face changed and she became serious in an instant. With that military uniform, he really looked like an elite soldier.

"Get ready. A new war is about to begin. This time, we will follow Mr. Bradley."

"Okay, I'll leave the reception to Father Anderson."

"That charlatan can only persuade people to preach." Tanya seemed to be at odds with the priest and snorted, "Hurry up and remove your restrictions. This look really makes me sick."

Gus smiled bitterly, looked at the girl humming a war song as she walked away, then looked at the densely packed players on the wide road, turned around decisively, and quickly disappeared.

......

Guts from Berserk and Tanya from The Saga of Little Girls, are these two in the same camp?

One is a medieval mercenary, the other is an officer in a magical war. It seems that the two have nothing in common except fighting.

Yuki walked quickly down the long street, scratching his head lightly. After thinking for a while, he felt that the camp of "war orphans" was quite suitable for the two of them.

"That should be right. I said that the division of factions is mostly based on the principles of worldview, not just professions."

Yuki thought of the people Wu Lei'an wanted to kill. There would be internal strife within the same camp, and the only way to avoid it was to become a team. It was similar to his own situation, but also fundamentally different.

My seniors and I come from the same world, but they are obviously not on the same planet. The only thing we have in common is "war".

Like peeling off a cocoon, more and more clues were revealed. He looked at those huge buildings and suddenly realized that the "Ouroboros" situation was normal.

Camp, this is the basic unit in the reincarnation game.

Walking quickly along the long street, he saw more unimaginable buildings.

For example, there is a player camp that specializes in repairing chaos props. I thought it would be a group of dwarves like in the past, but when I walked in, I saw all kinds of charming young ladies. I heard that the way to repair them is to sleep with the props.

For example, there is a giant furnace that can break through the third forging. As long as the points are sufficient and luck is with you, it will be yours. Unfortunately, Yuki lacks both of these, so he did not humiliate himself.

But the border of reincarnation is far from as beautiful as imagined.

This place is full of scammers, all kinds of false information are flying around, and there are mysterious vendors everywhere who sell fragments obtained from unknown copies as treasures.

All players tried their best to gain points. He even saw a dome-like building where random tasks could be carried out for players to fight, and the winner would take everything.

Some players who are not strong enough but very greedy are fooled into joining and become fat pigs in the physical sense.

[Tip 2: Except for specific locations, players cannot attack each other. Violators will be killed.]

This should be a specific area. Players cannot attack each other, but there are plenty of ways to slaughter you like a pig.

No wonder most players don’t want to live here for a long time. Beneath the prosperity, there are undercurrents. At least players in the outpost are in the same faction, and they can also gather together with people from their hometown for warmth.

Yuki stopped walking. This border seemed to have no end, and he was tired of seeing the miraculous scenery.

"It's still our fault for being too poor. The people here are too realistic. They even ask me for points when asking for directions."

Yuki glanced at the point balance of over 100 on the panel and felt that it would be a waste of time to continue. As for which powerful factions there were, he would check them out later.

I have to go back first. The seniors must be waiting anxiously.

Yuki didn't want to make others worry, so he asked in advance how to leave the border area.

"Return to the outpost."

He closed his eyes, thought about it, and immediately the trance-like feeling of spatial transfer came over him. In just a second, the whole person disappeared without a trace at the intersection.

When he opened his eyes again, the warm sunlight made his eyelashes tremble. Yuki returned to the lobby of the building and looked around, but did not see Sakurajima Mai and others.

Okay, how dare you not wait for me.

He shook his head slightly, then suddenly straightened it up. He saw a beam of sunlight falling on the floor through the glass door, and the long street outside was no longer filled with flying ashes like willow catkins.

Ok? ? ?

The cracks on the wall disappeared, the dusty glass was as bright and clean as new, and the surroundings were still quiet, but without that sense of decadence.

Yuki disappeared in an instant, leaving only the glass door still shaking back and forth. He appeared in the middle of the street as if he had teleported, looking around in a daze.