I am a reincarnation player.

Broken moon?

The moon was scattered with fragments of all sizes, and its main body was also covered with large holes. This spectacular relic made Yuki raise his eyebrows. He bent down, picked up a piece of gravel, and slowly crushed it into powder.

"In a high-magic world, those below the extraordinary level cannot survive for long. In a sense, this world has been destroyed."

"The gravity is eight to ten times greater than on a normal planet. If the physics is correct, this planet must be very large."

"Perhaps due to the long-term penetration of energy particles, ordinary rock is 10-20 times stronger than Earth. It seems that expecting physics to be in the reincarnation game is too naive."

When he first arrived, Yuki didn't bother to look at the scenery. He spent some time studying the details. Although he couldn't see a single person, he was sure that the intensity of this world was far greater than that of Dark Night.

This is inevitable. As a hunting mission, the natives in Night Murder cannot be too strong, otherwise Yuki's operation would have been invincible long ago.

"The spokespersons for the top two races are definitely epic, and there might be more than one. The mid-level races are slightly weaker, but they definitely have epic strength. Correspondingly, the players will also progress from weak to strong."

Yuki began to fill in the blanks to judge the strength of potential enemies. The pattern was not difficult to find.

He turned around and saw several figures climbing up the cliff from behind him. They were about 1.8 to 2 meters tall, holding strange weapons, wearing linen cloaks, and high-tech gas masks with bloodshot eyes. They looked exhausted, like a group of refugees.

These people remained vigilant, but sensed no hostility. They looked at each other and slowly moved over.

The scorching wind blew up the cloak, revealing the silver armor underneath. Its style was somewhat similar to the defense army's powered exoskeleton, but the combination of high technology and ragged cloak looked weird no matter how you looked at it.

"Dear sir, are you an assistant?" the leader asked, and a difficult electronic voice came from under the mask.

"Nonsense, if not, you'd be dead."

Yuki turned around, and his intuitive feedback told him that these people were not strong, and the leader would not be stronger than Monster II.

Less than five minutes after arriving in the Red Moon World, Yuki had already completed the cloze test from the moment he first saw it, because—

The race he was assigned to was the lowest of the lowest species, humans.

Chapter 2 Because, I'm here

Humans, the tenth-ranked lower race.

They have low power, their main way of life is scavenging, and their sphere of influence is the entire world.

He has very little understanding of the Divine Torch and no desire for it. His main wish is to survive to the end, even if it means becoming a slave.

Yuki recalled the information, and the game was indeed fair. He was close to Epic II. If he was assigned a superior race, wouldn't he be able to complete the dungeon while eating hot pot and singing songs?

These humans are very strange. They are few in number, weak in strength, and know nothing about the Divine Torch. Even if a big boss is sent over, he will not have any advantage in the early and middle stages.

You have to investigate almost from scratch, and protect these weak ones from being eliminated. If you have abilities like mustard seed space, you would want to put all the burdens in it.

Each player is ruthless and has a very high IQ. They can't beat you, but they can be a burden to you.

"From a setting perspective, it's indeed fair. It's like having a bunch of garbage stuffed in your hands and having to take care of it."

Yuki sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the densely packed people in the cave. They were ragged and had dull eyes, as if they had exhausted all their strength in the endless escape. The crowd was mainly composed of middle-aged and young people with dirty faces, like a group of refugees.

No, they were refugees.

When the gods left, there were nearly a hundred races in this world at first. Humans were originally in the middle, but after a long war, there are only ten left.

This is a vicious cycle. From Tips 5 and 6, we can know that the strength of a race will continue to weaken due to defeat in war. For example, the demon race was directly extinct because of the successive deaths of several demon kings.

Humans are not strong, and their lives are even more miserable, but they have inherited a characteristic from their peers in countless other worlds:

They are tenacious, really tenacious. They are still alive even in this situation. They are divided into several settlements and wander around. Their technology has been lost long ago, and their energy affinity has been weakened countless times. However, they can still pick up useful things from the wreckage of the battlefield and continue to survive.

It was difficult enough to survive, and Yuki didn't expect them to find clues to the divine torch, let alone participate in the great racial game.

"The only advantage is that the weaker you are, the more obedient you are. If you are weak and naughty, you will drive people crazy."

Yuki managed to find some strengths. These people respected him very much. The long wandering even made history lost, but the rules of the great game will be stored in the mind of every spokesperson.

These rules can correspond to prompts received by the player, such as:

1. Helpers cannot attack their own race, and cannot collude with other helpers secretly.

2. If the helper helps this race, he must give corresponding rewards.

3. When the helper reaches a level of intimacy with the race, he or she will be qualified to sign a contract on behalf of the race, and such a contract cannot be violated.

"It just happened to match the prompt. This is good. It saves me the time of explaining things, and it also prevents me from running into despicable people who do things without giving me any benefits."

Tip 2 requires players to brush up their reputation, but this process can be skipped for Yuki. The reason is very simple. Humans are too weak and have no qualifications to test him.

They sent the most sumptuous food and the most beautiful girls, and were extremely polite. After Yuki refused and asked for some quiet time, they immediately obeyed the order and no one dared to disturb him.

As long as you are obedient, you are worth living.

Yuuki consoled himself that the limitations of the game were not a big deal for him, because at this moment, the other two groups of people were frantically pushing the plot forward, exploiting loopholes in the settings.

Therefore, Yuki was not in a hurry to find the divine torch and clearly divided the task into two stages.

The first stage is to deal with the judge.

This stage has nothing to do with the content of the copy and naturally will not affect the interests of the other nine races. It only requires completing a few steps while ensuring that humans do not become extinct.

First, we have to find the wanted player. There is no rush. As long as he exists, there will be traces. Humans hide like rats, but the angels and the Warcraft will participate in the war. No matter which race he belongs to, he will be exposed.

How to contact, how to gain trust, should he show up before the Judge finds him, or after? These questions lingered in Yuki's mind until a humble voice sounded in his ears.

"Merciful sir, the food you brought has been distributed. Thank you very much."

A middle-aged man with a mustache, a bald head, and bronze skin knelt on one knee. He was the spokesperson for mankind, and his title was 'King'.

With Monster II's strength, it's no wonder he couldn't save his tribe.

Yuki glanced at him and asked casually, "How many days can you hold out?"

"You don't need to go out to scavenge for three days. You've saved many people, but every time you scavenge, you have to pay a price. If you encounter vanguards from other races, you might even be in danger of being wiped out."

He began to talk in a rambling manner, saying that the price of survival was very high. If the scavenging team encountered a scout, all members would commit suicide for fear of attracting the enemy.

It’s only been three days.

Yuki frowned. It was impossible for him to carry a large amount of food in his storage space, and it was not the case that a "mechanical believer" could lead humans to farm and advance in technology.

The air in this damn place can kill people, and people are "eliminated" every day. Yuki has seen the list. As the most important human settlement, there are 8,000 people here, which is almost half of the remaining human population.

As for the remaining humans, they were divided into many settlements ranging from hundreds to thousands of people, scattered throughout the edge of the world.

"Have you thought about how to leave in three days?"

"Follow the mountains all the way north, try to avoid the battlefields between the dwarves and the undead, and find a cave to hide everyone."

The man lowered his head. He knew that players were helpers, not guardians, even though humans had no desire or qualifications to participate in this game.

"Please rest assured, we will never burden you. We only ask that you provide a little while completing your goal..."

"Alright, alright, I never said I was giving up on you." Yuki interrupted with a wave of his hand and casually asked, "What's your name?"

"Sloat, my lord."

"Okay, Slot, take me with you next time you go out to scavenge. This is the orcs' territory, right? I want to see what they are capable of."

The bald man was stunned for a moment, then burst into intense surprise. After all, humans did have records, and he never really believed in Yuki.

Even though the two sides looked the same and seemed very close, the helpers did not care about the survival of the race at all and originally thought that sharing food was the greatest kindness.

"It seems I have met a kind lord."

This thought made him breathe a sigh of relief. The burden of racial survival almost crushed Slote.

"I'll make arrangements immediately. Those orcs are already tracking us. It would be best if you could give them a warning."

Yuki nodded and let him go. Now he had plenty of time to slowly experience the world and there was no need to rush around exploring.

He tapped the armrest with his fingers and looked at the numb faces. Slott's intentions were not pure. To put it bluntly, he just treated him as a bodyguard. But Yuki didn't care about those small favors.

It wasn't stated explicitly in the hint, but he had guessed it.

To touch the 'Divine Torch' one must have an identity, and this identity naturally cannot be a player, so the human card is useful, but this card is too weak and is not qualified to be on the table at all.

He looked at some of the better-equipped scavengers, and some mechanics who were using all kinds of weird equipment to repair broken things. The latter in particular could make something out of even a piece of armor plate.

Orcs? The last-place race?

Let me test the knife with you.

......

The pink flowers are gorgeous, the air is sweet and highly purified, and there are exquisite buildings everywhere under the translucent dome. Some handsome men and women with wings on their backs and halos on their heads are flying in the air. When they see a few players walking on their feet, they all cast curious glances at them.

The angels are so strong.

Rings one to nine are symbols of status, rank and strength. Even the worst one-ring angel has extraordinary strength.

All of them are soldiers, and they have a whole range of war weapons. In terms of comprehensive combat power, they are at the top of all races.

The race is arrogant and rational, and does not know much beyond the knowledge of war, but everyone is very curious and interested in all new things.

They have fought against almost all races and have gained a huge advantage with their high mobility. The current spokesperson is named Clemius, the Nine-Ring Sky Wing Captain, a powerful man with epic strength.

He was very cold towards the players. After meeting us, he asked some simple questions and sent us away, saying that he didn't want to keep idle people and arranged for us to help in the intelligence department.

Hiyori walked on the road, observing every detail. As she thought, the more powerful the race, the safer the players are, but the harder it is to do things. The angels never thought of borrowing their power.

"I don't know what's happening with Mr. Yuki. I just asked around, and the angels said humans are just a bunch of rats, with no sense of existence at all."

"Good news. The first stage mission is to eliminate the Judge. The less disruption to the dungeon, the better." Hayasaka Ai stood in front of the huge window, her azure eyes reflecting a spectacular scene.

They were moving in the air, no, this was an air fleet, with the main ship under their feet and surrounded by more than a dozen kilometer-long frigates. They did not look scary, but rather full of artistic sense.

The hull is made of translucent glass, and there are no turrets, missile launch ports, etc. It looks like an exquisite cruise ship. But if you think it is just a good-looking thing, you are wrong.

They witnessed with their own eyes the unfolding of a huge magic circle, and golden spears of light spanned hundreds of kilometers, blasting a dwarven steel fortress into a deep pit. Hiyori calculated on the spot that the power was equivalent to a 5 million ton nuclear bomb.

"A strange race, seemingly beautiful, but actually all of them are war machines." Hayasaka Ai looked out the window, not knowing how to describe it for a moment.

The gray sky, the dark earth, the exquisite air fleet, and the handsome angels shuttling between the ships seem to be dancing.

"They are arrogant and rational, but fortunately they are not bad to us."

"I've researched this. Angels like beautiful creatures. If we were uglier, they might not be so enthusiastic." Hiyori chuckled softly and wrote this down in her notebook. "Also, they're very curious. Do you remember that eight-ringed archangel?"

"Are you talking about Giles?" Hayasaka Ai turned around and thought of the archangel with milky white curly hair who looked very cute.

The Eight Rings are monsters IV and above, stronger than any of them. She is the coldest war machine, but she is very naive outside of fighting. When she saw Miss Kaguya taking out her tablet to watch TV series out of boredom, she immediately came over to her.

"Yes, I arranged this on purpose. I didn't expect it would actually pique their curiosity. I was thinking, these angels are so curious, and they're constantly locked in difficult battles. Their lives must be monotonous. I wondered if entertainment could offer a way out."

Hiyori narrowed her eyes. She didn't have the insidiousness and viciousness of Yuki, but she was very good at starting from the details.

Don't you care about the players? Doesn't the background clearly mention that the initial reputation is friendly?

Then I won't rush into being a spy and exploring secrets. I'll start by making friends.

Hayasaka Ai thought about it, but couldn't find any fault. Using any kind of black technology to steal information was tantamount to seeking death. The angels seemed indifferent, but in fact they were keeping a close watch.

But Rihe took another route, starting from the details, studying the characteristics of this race, and then catering to their preferences. There is nothing wrong with this.

Even the information about 'humans' was answered by casual questions.

"Yes, I've discovered that these angels, despite their strong combat capabilities, are actually quite clumsy. Besides fighting, they just train and rest, and their lives are incredibly monotonous."

"So I wrote a book called 'Observations on the Life of Angels', observing them from various dimensions. When I saw the angels eating, I discovered something wrong." Hiyori pointed to the top of the glass wall, where there was a machine emitting faint light.

The angels spread their pure white wings, lined up and approached, then opened their mouths and ate the light ball that fell.

"That's it, a completely industrialized food with no taste at all, just for survival." Hiyori took out a gray meatball.

"So you used a chocolate bar to test it and it worked?"

"Well, the surprise and fascination in those eyes can't be faked. Nuo, you see more and more angels are taking the bait."

The two looked into the distance. There was a long bench in the garden. Kaguya Shinomiya was holding a tablet and looking at it, with a group of angels surrounding her.

The halos above their heads were of different colors, some complex, some simple. They all stared at the screen without blinking, as if they had never seen such an interesting thing before.

Another group of people gathered around the senior student who was frying steak. From a distance, they looked like pigeons waiting for bread crumbs in the square.

Powerful but monotonous, looks easy to fool.

"Looks like I need to go make some coffee?" Hayasaka joked. He hadn't expected these life skills to come in handy. He glanced at the barren land outside the window, feeling a sense of unreality.

This war is extremely cruel, but they are living a peaceful life here. They don’t have to go out and fight, be exposed to strong particle interference, and can also appreciate a group of beautiful angel girls.

"Ms. Hasaka, can you show me the milk tea you mentioned last time?"

At this time, an angel with long white hair and red eyes flew over. There were eight layers of halo on his head. This was an angel that was close to epic level and powerful.