I am a reincarnation player.

A two-bedroom and one-living room apartment is enough, why make it infinitely large? Does this reincarnation game have so many resources that they are burnt?

Besides that, there is one more thing.

Yuki lowered his head and rubbed his chin unconsciously, his red eyes gradually losing their luster.

The outpost is theoretically absolutely safe, and random dungeons cannot be launched. Normally, it is a gathering place for countless players of the same camp. So how can the team be integrated?

Yuki couldn't understand this logic. After participating in the reincarnation game for so long, he knew that players would not accept "talk therapy". Most of them were selfish. How could they be made to obey based on the first-come-first-served basis?

When it comes to uniting players, Zhang Jin is at the limit, but he is only useful in dungeons.

Only by crushing with absolute strength, and making those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish, can we integrate most of the players. Not to mention making the factions become our own subordinates, but it is not a problem to gather into several major forces and unite to face the outside world.

The reincarnation game has rules, but there are more rules beneath the rules. For example, 'Ouroboros' must be one of the rule makers of 'War Orphans', and they don't look like they can be reasoned with.

The outpost must be able to fight, and it must fight so that the big fish can eat the small fish, and finally raise a few giant whales. What the reincarnation game needs these giant whales to do is the fundamental purpose of the game.

!! ?

Yuki suddenly woke up, his lifeless eyes regained their luster, and he quickly turned his head to look around.

The screen was full of flashes, with nothing unusual happening. Yuki covered his face in horror, his red eyes trembling slightly between his fingers.

Such smooth logical thinking, flowing smoothly without any obstruction.

Anyone would be delighted and think they were in great shape today, but Yuuki was different. Except when he was spending time with his seniors, he would constantly think, speculate, and hypothesize.

Logic can never be smooth because the thinking is too jumpy. Every speculation will lead to countless possibilities, and it is even more impossible for the hypothesis to confirm the result with the affirmative tone just now.

"Is it because I've been too lazy these past few days, or is there something weird about this place itself?"

Yuki muttered to himself, but apart from his mumbling, no other sound came out. Only the pictures kept flashing, illuminating every corner of the outpost.

It's a strange place. What use is it other than surveillance?

Yuki wrote down his thoughts in a notebook and collected his thoughts. Now it was more important to explore the monitoring room, but where should he start?

The spatial structure was very strange. Even if he activated the demonic possession and jumped or ran at full speed, he was still "standing still" and did not get an inch closer to the shattered glass walls.

Running definitely won't work. Maybe it's his spatial perception or even his sense of touch. Yuki leaned over and touched his feet, but it still felt empty, like he was floating in the void. But when he ran, he felt solid ground.

After wasting some energy, Yuki simply stood still, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

A door and a knife follow like a shadow, and the clue lies in this black knife.

Yuki reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife, but there was no response. He pulled it out, and the entire space instantly became dark. He inserted it back into the ground, and the scene appeared again.

Unplugging and plugging, Yuki turned into a naughty kid who pressed switches frantically, making the whole space flash non-stop. He played for a long time before stopping.

"This should be a scepter or key in the shape of a long sword. The key is how to use it."

Yuki took it in his palm and looked at it carefully. It was covered with a thick layer of black rock. It might be an illusion. He felt that some of the rock had fallen off again.

Damn, giving someone a key without telling them how to use it, is it so difficult to provide an instruction manual or something?

When the exploration has reached its end, how to take the next step?

Yuki drew out the Demon Breaker's long sword, and his whole body was burning with dazzling blood flames.

The answer is: Great strength creates miracles!

clang! !

The two knives collided, sending out a dazzling spark that made my palm numb, but when I picked it up and took a look, there was not even a scratch on the black rock.

so hard.

Yuki's sword could cut a building in half, but there was no trace at all, and his palm was numb instead.

That's not right. The black rock above will indeed fall off.

Yuki was a little bit unconvinced, and the blood flames became more intense. He hit it several times until the tiger's mouth was broken, and then threw it back to the ground.

Damn, isn’t this a scam?

Yuki sat down and gasped for breath. The people behind all this must be crazy. They didn't give me any clues and left me to explore on my own.

Along the way, I didn't get many hints. Even a broken knife took me a long time to study.

Under the illumination of countless images, it seemed as if he was in a sea of ​​stars. Yuki's breathing gradually calmed down, and he looked at the long sword stuck in the ground with a flickering look in his eyes.

No, I still can't accept it. If a miracle doesn't happen, it must be because I didn't try hard enough.

Yuki got up swiftly. The reason he was still alive was not because of his intelligence or good luck, but because of his persistence in not giving up until he achieved his goal, just like the big blood-red words he saw when he just crossed over.

live.

In order to survive, he can endure ten years of loneliness in a world full of beautiful girls and child brides. In order to survive, he can struggle desperately under the targeting of the bloodthirsty red moon.

Not to mention you, a dead thing.

Standing up again and holding a steady horse stance, Yuki's expression changed as he realized that he seemed to have cut in the wrong place.

The black rock falls off from the handle, and from a physical point of view, the blade must be the hardest part.

Okay, one last try.

Yuki suddenly became energetic, and his hands were covered with dense green lines.

Concept strengthening. Cut off.

Turning the blade, he stabbed himself in the abdomen, blood spurting out, making the energy burn even more fiercely.

A burning heart. Burning with passion.

A terrifying energy was released, and Yuki felt like he was holding a scorching sun in his hand. In reality, no player would stand still and let him hit with all his strength.

Hopefully this notoriously tough knife will hold up.

Hold the knife with both hands above your head, step forward with your left foot, and move your whole body along with it.

The devil’s secret skill: breaking the mountain!

This was not a knife at all, it was clearly a giant hammer hitting the handle. There was a loud "clang" sound, which made Yuki's ears buzz, but his eyes gradually widened.

it works!

He was cheered up when he saw some black rock fragments falling off.

Sure enough, the miracle did not happen because I didn’t put in enough effort.

Yuki raised his knife again, transformed into a blacksmith, and chopped it down with all his might.

clang!clang!clang!

The mysterious space seemed to have turned into a blacksmith shop, and the clanging sound of hammering lasted for several minutes before it stopped.

"Hoohoo, hoohoo, there's this kind of exploration method?"

Yuki was gasping for breath as he leaned on his sword. The blood flowing from his palm soaked the handle of the sword. His monster-level muscles were torn, but he was in high spirits because his blacksmithing finally had an effect.

The tip of the black knife finally showed. The black rope-wrapped handle, the golden back nose, and the brass hilt were only half exposed.

This was already the limit. If he knocked any further, it wouldn't move at all. It was probably because he wasn't exerting enough force to create a 'miracle'. Yuki didn't continue for fear of breaking the Demon Breaker.

To repair the chaos props, he had to ask the young lady to sleep with him, and he only had 30 points left, which was not enough to pay the toll at the border.

"It doesn't look like an Odachi, but rather a Miao Dao?"

Yuki walked around the long sword a few times and made a rough judgment as a fan of cold weapons, but he did not worry about the shape. He took a deep breath and reached out to grasp the hilt.

【Search permissions】

【Base】

The murmur sounded again, causing Yuuki's pupils to shrink.

I guessed right. This thing is a knife-shaped scepter, but it was sealed by black rock. This black rock needs to be broken by violence. If I hadn't been unwilling, I would have been deceived.

He quickly raised his head and saw that the countless images had changed. On them were written in Chinese:

【camp--?】

What does the question mark mean? Oh, it should mean that the current faction is 'None'. Wait, do you want me to edit the faction name?

Yuki suddenly understood what a "pioneer" meant. Why were they called flags, gods, pioneers, heroes, etc.? It turned out that they were the ones who walked at the forefront and blazed new trails.

A player left his hometown and came to an empty pure white space. He held the scepter of God bestowed by the reincarnation game and built his own home from scratch.

He will shoulder the fate of a camp, and even if he falls, the footprints he left behind will never disappear.

A picture emerged in Yuki's mind, one of loneliness, pride and glory. Every step he took was composing an epic.

But it's not right.

Yuki quickly shook his head. Regardless of the countless worlds converging, how could he guarantee that only one team or one player would come up? This scene would feel wrong if it happened to him.

The outpost has been built very well, even connecting to the border area. I don’t look like a pioneer at all.

Eyes don't deceive, and those densely packed high-rise buildings are not illusions. That would be fine, but he had just returned from the border.

There is a paradox between reality and reality. According to what I "saw", I should build up step by step from the "primitive society", waiting for the players behind, cooperating with them, fighting against them, conquering them, experiencing betrayal and sacrifice, and going to the heavens with a "civilization", becoming a "god" in the true sense.

But I am like a primitive man who came directly to the interstellar civilization and obtained the authority of this civilization.

Yuki thought it was ridiculous, but no matter how ridiculous it was, he had to keep going unless some kind-hearted person came out to explain it to him.

Faction name?

He looked at the flashing words on the screen and felt that he had to use it no matter what, as it was related to his own safety.

Judging from Philen's performance, it is absolutely impossible for the camp to be 'None'.

"The outpost leads directly to the border, and I don't have time to control them. If anyone shows the panel to players from other factions, any explanation will become pale and powerless."

The first rule of the Gou Dao is to be low-key enough and never attract other people's interest. This is also what Yuki is most worried about.

Characteristics are racial talents. Lack of intelligence can be attributed to the boss being too busy. Extraordinary-level assessment requirements can be set in the game, but the faction cannot be fooled. This is clearly written on the player panel.

Phew, that helped me a lot.

Yuki no longer wondered "why", he only knew "how to do it".

This is my exclusive privilege, what name should I give it?

His mind became active, and countless ideas flashed through his mind. From "War Orphans" to "Ether Particles", the name of the camp should be a summary of the characteristics of the world.

How about something more abstract, like 'Pig-headed Man', 'Giant Breast Alien', 'Love of Beautiful Feet' or 'Born to Love Guidance'?

No, senior will definitely kill me.

"There's no word limit! How about imitating a certain Gintama and giving it a ridiculously long name to confuse others?"

That won’t work either, because that will pollute the panel and probably attract the hatred of all players.

Yuuki crossed his arms and decided it would be better to be serious. The camp was the face of the team and had to fit its characteristics.

But here's the problem: our world is completely devoid of features.

Judging from Yuuki's ten years of life, it was an ordinary world. At most, due to preconceived notions, the atmosphere of youthful love was a little stronger.

But don’t forget Zhang Jin, the tyrant, those transmogrifier artists, and all kinds of social animal elites.

"How about the 'Normal Human Research Society'? But in Philen and the others' worldview, we're not considered normal humans, are we?"

A single name left Yuuki perplexed. He paced back and forth, constantly filtering and deleting various pieces of information. Finally, only one image remained in his mind:

That bloody rose bound by thorns is the camp emblem. If you think about it carefully, isn't it just an ordinary and beautiful flower being shackled and tortured by the reincarnation game?

I want to sweep away the thorns and let this rose bloom freely, it will surely emit a charming fragrance.

With his mind wandering, Yuki followed his instinct and wrote four words in the air:

【Rose of Thorns】

Chapter 5 Faction Mission (K)

The thorny rose is not particularly characteristic, it can only be said that it is infused with Yuuki's own wishes.

He hopes to eventually break through the thorns and gain true freedom.

"This way, the biggest loophole is filled. We no longer have to worry about anyone showing their faceplate at the border and being noticed by the bigwigs."

Yuki nodded in satisfaction, watching the words on the big screen fade away and messages flash by.

[Chaos item use, lock]