I am a reincarnation player.

It's so pitiful that every last bit of value is being squeezed out.

Manas crossed his hands in a prayer gesture, and then Yuuki took out a torch and inserted it outside the pure white space.

The pale flame flickered like a candle in the wind, stubbornly resisting the storm, but it illuminated a large area, providing some sense of security.

As the torch burned, a large area of ​​space bulged outward, like the starting point of a journey. Judging from the visual effect, the illumination range was about 2000 meters.

The invisible gaze suddenly focused on him, making Manas almost stick to his back. He seemed to be able to feel the wolves roaming around him, and they would pounce on him once he left the range of the light.

Reacted.

The second torch was lit, and the light extended outward the same distance. When it reached the end, everyone stopped at the same time. There was a bottomless abyss ahead.

The boundary between the night and the lighthouse is blurring, and the two converge in the area illuminated by the torch.

Regardless of the torch's strength, the illuminated area remains the same, and each time it's pulled out, the light rapidly fades, making it impossible to play games like moving boxes.

Yuki paused and suddenly asked, "In the records, what are the consequences of failure?"

The question seemed strange, but Robertson patiently replied, "Flee without looking back. Eternal Night will spread, sweeping through the cracks in Afterglow Space. Those who remain must escape as soon as possible."

This is the most dangerous place in exploring the Eternal Night. The King of the Night will not just sit there and wait for a group of people to slowly study it in the afterglow space. He will keep squeezing this 'egg', which usually takes 12 hours.

"Activating the lighthouse requires immense power, practically requiring the sacrifice of a Level 1 Night Watchman. Therefore, each lab director can only do it once in their lifetime." Robertson's face showed a hint of nostalgia, and he said with emotion:

"Every time we activate the lighthouse, we have to make every possible preparation. We usually choose to conduct surveys in the early morning, and then seize every minute and every second to try to evacuate quickly by noon."

"What if it's overtime?" Kyoraku Shunsui asked slowly, and saw several night watchmen looking at him with idiotic eyes.

"You might not be able to escape and be buried forever in the eternal night."

These were already recorded in the data and were truly priceless treasures. If starting from scratch, even Yuki would have to spend several days continuously activating the lighthouse to test this information.

That's right, less than half an hour after entering, the entire Afterglow Space shrank inward a little. This was the Eternal Night squeezing in, cutting off the retreat of those who dared to go deep into the Eternal Night.

So once there is a possibility of failure, you have to run back frantically.

"The time is short. Even if we explore in the evening, it will take Eternal Night several hours to break through the Afterglow Space." Klein held up his hat and pointed at the two torches on the ground, puzzled. "You should switch their positions. The specific placement should be clearly stated in the documentation."

Of course it was clearly written that this was a lesson learned through blood and tears, and the most ardent should be placed at the end to prevent the torch from being extinguished and cutting off the retreat, but Yuki placed the worn torch of the Nameless King at the entrance.

"I didn't put it in the wrong place."

"Huh? This torch is the cornerstone. Once it goes out, things will be troublesome. As a starting point, it breaks the boundary between darkness and lighthouse, which is equivalent to opening a hole in the wall of space, and eternal night will flow in through the gap." Robertson's voice became lower and lower, and his expression became more and more bad, because Yuki had no intention of correcting him.

"What I want is for the Eternal Night to spread and completely engulf the Afterglow Dimension." Yuki looked around and saw everyone's stunned expressions. "At this point, you wouldn't even think of retreating, would you?"

No one wanted to retreat, but who would cut off their own retreat? It was like a kite cutting its own string and drifting away into the endless darkness.

"Wait a minute, if you can't kill the King of the Night, we can only wait to die on this isolated island!" Homura Akemi finally couldn't help it, but got no response.

Yuuki was looking down at his watch when he closed his silver pocket watch with a snap.

6:30, almost there.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, he pointed to the torch behind him. It was like a wall lamp in a dark corridor, connected to the light of the afterglow, and the afterglow of the lighthouse was connected to the mainland.

"You can't die, you can win, Mr. Robertson, give me those things."

Under Yuki's gaze, the bespectacled scholar hesitated for a few seconds and took out a black condom.

This is the lampshade, the only thing that can block the light of the powerful soul lamp. It also has a by-product, which is a layer of black gauze, which is specially used by the Inquisition to block its own lights and perform confidential missions.

Without any nonsense, the soul energy was converted into gravity, and amidst the frightened expressions, the torch was pulled out and the lampshade was covered.

call--

The eternal night surged past like a tide, and the gaze on him was still emotionless, like a program, executing orders step by step.

The afterglow space was compressed, and no one was allowed to go deep into the eternal night. When this 'egg' was broken, the eternal night like a black mist suddenly concentrated its power.

It was like an eraser was wiping away the light. Visually, the pure white space was rapidly moving away. Now, even if Yuki put the torch back in, he would still have to travel through a long period of eternal night to enter the afterglow space.

What kind of gamble is this?

The gambling-loving Kyoraku Shunsui opened his mouth wide. He had known that Raymond was a ruthless person, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel. Seeing that his way of survival was cut off, his expression didn't change at all.

Yuuki Makoto had a blank expression on his face as he watched large areas of light being wiped out.

"The first step, infusing the eternal night, is complete."

He stared straight at the receding light and saw a dozen figures emerging in the center of the afterglow. It really looked like the scene of homecoming, with an invisible pencil outlining the human form.

Until this moment, the slightly trembling fingers clenched into fists.

"Step two, lead the enemy into a trap."

......

Led by the Bishop of Laziness, the 13 remaining players arrived at the Afterglow Space.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! I haven't even thought it through yet, and they've already dragged me into this."

The movement in space brought confusion, and the trembling brain gradually regained consciousness.

The bishop didn't want to come, at least not in such a confused way. He wanted to understand the structure of the lighthouse. Even when the powerful soul lamp appeared, he still had the desire to contact them, at least to see who the visitor was.

As a result, as soon as the bright light appeared, some players rushed directly into the lighthouse, causing a chain reaction, and everyone had to come in together.

There are tens of thousands of night watchmen outside Night City. If anyone comes with hostility, they will be dead. But the bishop can't blame anyone.

Just like getting close to the lighthouse, this is still a continuation of the survival instinct. If they just want to vent, there are tens of millions of people outside the Night City for them to kill.

Any talk of a glorious death is just rant. As long as there is a way to survive, players will struggle desperately, and the reason is very simple.

Players who can reach Monster II and above have the strongest survival instinct. Like the waves washing away the sands, players who really act on impulse would have been eliminated long ago.

"Space travel? That lighthouse is just a portal?"

"What the hell is this place? Where are the enemies?"

"Could it be that there is a way out for us?"

"That's something we should talk about."

More than ten players looked around, imagining that the scene inside the lighthouse should be surrounded by thousands of night watchmen, or at least strong people watching.

As a result, there was no sign of anyone, which was a bit weird. The fight between players was a fight to the death, there was no mercy at all, and even if there was, there would be a price to pay.

Many people have even made up their minds that as long as the other party lets them go, they will offer all the props they have with both hands. If they really have no way to survive, they will only talk about fighting to the death.

What do you want us to do?

Bishop Laziness was also confused. He had made many predictions before entering the lighthouse and was even willing to volunteer to challenge the King of the Night. Only as long as there was a way to survive could he reverse the decline.

In the end, no one talked to them, as if they had forgotten about them, the players.

No, if they really forgot, they wouldn’t have forced us into the lighthouse!

A chill rose in his heart. He looked into the distance and saw a light in the dark night, just like the stars in the night, gradually moving away.

"Are you really ignoring us and going to attack the Night King on your own? That's not right. What reason do you have to do such a good deed?"

The bishop narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, his pupils contracted, and his ugly face began to tremble rapidly. This time, it was not only his brain that was shaking.

It's not that the stars are moving away, but that the eternal night is expanding, expanding towards their area.

"Damn it! I told you this was a trap!"

Many players came back to their senses at the same time, and everyone had the same expression:

Sudden enlightenment, then daze, and finally despair.

False traps, ambushes from all sides, annihilate the enemy with the strongest force.

The real trap is to stay away from the battlefield and kill with a borrowed knife.

It was like a replay of the Central Battle, where borrowing a knife to kill someone was used.

"Back off! This thing is more powerful than the night tides. We'll be swallowed up in an instant!"

"How do I exit? How do I leave this space?"

"You ask me, how should I know!?"

"Don't disperse."

They came in a hurry and knew almost nothing about the lighthouse. Without intelligence, even Yuki would be helpless.

More than ten players retreated in unison, each showing off their skills and pushing their brainpower to the limit.

Some of them activated their extraordinary skills to observe their surroundings, some madly released swarms of drones, and some bombarded the ground with all their strength.

But it was useless. It was impossible to find any clues in such a short time. Even if they did, it would be impossible to return to the mainland because Yuki himself had cut off his retreat.

The afterglow was being wiped out in large patches, and the eternal night was getting closer and closer, soon swallowing up most of the light. Behind them was an even more terrifying eternal night, like the sea flooding onto an isolated island, and humans could only keep hiding in higher places.

Everyone was sweating profusely, some were even mentally ill, and they rushed into the darkness. His light only lasted for three seconds before disappearing completely.

"Don't retreat! Don't you want to die heroically?" The lazy bishop growled, his eyes bloodshot. If they continued like this, they would be swallowed by the eternal night one by one. That kind of madness surpassed courage.

"Come closer to me and fight against the Eternal Night. If the King of the Night appears, kill him and you can return and settle the score with those bastards!"

[Hint 5: The Night King will pay attention to every player, looking for a target to hunt. He will only appear in the night and will only die in the eternal night.]

Isn't this the eternal night? Isn't this the way to survive that we are desperately struggling for? Although the chances may be so low as to be negligible, it is still better than being trampled to death one by one like an ant.

It was a one percent chance, but every player present had created a miracle before. They were like a group of trapped beasts, their eyes bloodshot, filled with the determination to make a desperate attack. Even epics would have to retreat.

Passive courage is still courage. This is more effective than the lazy bishop's deception over the past few days. There are no traps, no conspiracies. Every player has only one belief in his mind:

Live for yourself, even if it’s just for one more second!

war!

They gathered around the Lazy Bishop and, imitating him, discarded the lights on their chests. The dungeon had been going on for almost two weeks, so they certainly knew the conditions for being swallowed by darkness.

If 11 players are in one area and are swallowed up at the same time, they will appear in the same darkness.

It's difficult for one player to escape, but when 11 players get together, let's see if the night has any good teeth!

......

"The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage."

There is a lone star in the eternal night, Yuki muttered to himself with an expression of admiration.

All 11 players are heroes, and they have survived the brutal hunting mission. Each of them has unique skills. There are three powerful Monster IV players alone, and they have even practiced a lot of tactics in the past two days.

It takes a lot of effort to get players from seven or eight camps to cooperate with each other. Yuki understood this when he saw a black-haired young man.

General Reuenthal of Infinite Starry Sky, who can command cross-faction cooperation, is truly a talent. It's a pity that he can't use his talents on me.

Cooperation is the cornerstone for players to defeat the strong with the weak, and Yuki wishes they could be as strong as possible.

People are not willing to be brave.

Mana rolled his eyes. There were very few foolhardy players. Even brave and powerful people like Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle and Tiger Vanguard would crazily increase their intelligence. It was this guy who forced them to be brave.

"No wonder you ignored these players these past two days."

"Well, to eliminate the trapped beasts' fighting spirit, they still need strength and rest. Now is the time when they are most coordinated and have the most physical strength. They should challenge Eternal Night."

These words made Emiya and others shudder. If it weren't for the eternal night that devoured people outside the torch, they would have left Yuki long ago.

I have never heard of making the enemy as powerful as possible. Everything is within the calculation of this secret sage. You must know that the power unleashed by this group of trapped beasts is enough to compete with them. Even if they are eliminated, half of the players will die.

But they just had to watch the show, a terrifying horror movie that would make their hair stand on end.

The players, united as one and with overwhelming combat power, crushed the darkness again and again, only to be swallowed up again and again, a bit like a drowning person, constantly struggling to get out of the water, only to be swallowed up by the next wave.

The hideous and desperate faces seemed to be engraved in the memory, to the extent that they could give nightmares to monster-level players.

Courage, struggle, and then death, this is the most desperate thing in the reincarnation game. It is not as satisfying as beheading with one knife.

"No, I can't watch it anymore, or I'll have nightmares when I come back."

"The scariest thing is that even if you perform beyond your capacity, you still can't escape death."

"Is this Raymond a demon? Is he playing tricks on people like this?"

Everyone was whispering cautiously. They couldn't see the battle process, but they could imagine its cruelty.

All the cards that they had been reluctant to use in the past were revealed, and they were willing to hurt themselves in exchange for greater strength. Multiple camps actually developed a strong sense of comradeship.

But it was all useless. The flames of revenge couldn't even reach the real enemies. All I could see was the number of players on the panel constantly decreasing.

22, 21, 20, 18......