I am a reincarnation player.

Hayasaka Ai has gradually come up with some ideas and started to form her own unique combat system.

The Deathstroke can be the final blow, and in normal mode it has unlimited bullets and is quite powerful. It also has the Storm Blade as a secondary weapon. If taken separately, it is also a leader among players with experience in both dungeons.

Mai Sakurajima has delved deeper into the path of support. Her characteristics are precious, and her Light-Revealing Ritual also has strategic value. Even as a lone ranger, she is still a hot commodity that players are vying for.

And don't forget, they also have two reinforcement points and two specialization points that have not been used yet. This small group is growing rapidly.

"That's true, but I would rather cooperate with you. It's very difficult to develop tacit understanding." Hayasaka Ai said seriously.

"I'm reluctant to part ways with you. I've said before, this is just an unexpected situation. As the captain, I have to consider all aspects." Yuki suddenly smiled and moved his fingers. "For me, the more cards I have in my hand, the better, until I can deal with all kinds of situations."

"Okay, get ready to return. Take care of your own affairs first, then reunite in Izu. Don't use your reinforcement and specialization points for now. Leave the forum to me."

Yuki stretched, turned around and retreated into the darkness, so quickly that neither of them could react.

"Wait a minute, who said we were going to Izu?"

As soon as Mai Sakurajima raised her hand, the man disappeared, so she put it down angrily.

"Why is he running so fast?"

"He's probably very curious about that forum, and he's determined that we'll go find him." Hayasaka Ai said lightly, her deep blue eyes hiding a hint of smile as she stared at the senior.

Who wants to go?

Mai swallowed the words back. Under that gaze, she didn't even have the thought of being stubborn.

"Hayasaka-san, are you going?"

"Of course, this determines the chance of survival in the next instance. Don't you think this will be easier compared to Red Moon?"

"Apart from the chance of survival?" Mai was not affected by the second half of the explanation at all.

Hayasaka Ai was neither guilty nor shy as she met Mai's gaze.

"There are other reasons."

"what reason?"

"I have the same idea as you, Mai-senpai, how about you tell me first?"

Is this to start a war with me? No, why should I start a war with her?

Mai looked away and did not answer. She looked at the gradually shrinking light and said without thinking:

"Sometimes I think it would be better if it were just him and I under the red moon."

The light shrank, the black-haired girl disappeared, Hayasaka Ai stood upright, and tilted her head slightly at the moment when the darkness swallowed her.

"Yeah, me too."

......

Yuki left decisively when he realized the atmosphere was getting bad. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Those two women were much more powerful than a wall.

I chose a random location to return to, and was left directly in Tokyo, staring blankly at the densely packed pedestrians on the road.

It was early in the morning and the office workers were walking in a hurry. No one noticed that a player appeared out of nowhere next to them. Yuki stood in the surging crowd. It was a few seconds later that he raised his head and took a breath of air full of carbon dioxide.

Back, reality is still so ordinary and boring.

Thousands of people passed by him, but he had a feeling of being out of place. Half an hour ago, he was fighting a monster as big as a building, and now he was back on this noisy street, and he couldn't recover for a while.

"But it's better than the first time. I'm sure this isn't a nightmare."

He spread his hands and walked away when pedestrians hurled insults at him for blocking the road. He smiled indifferently and suddenly found that his mentality had changed.

How can an extraordinary person be confused with you?

So he left the main street and walked quickly into the alley next to it, disappearing without a trace from the downtown area. But he was not wandering around blindly, he had a clear purpose.

Yuki went straight to an Internet cafe. Internet cafes in Japan are more private, with separate small rooms, and are often used as cheap hotels.

There are so many fakes in there that no one is bothered to check it out. Apart from the computer configuration being too abstract, there is nothing wrong to find.

I threw my coat aside and pulled out a chair. Although this Internet cafe was old, at least it was clean and I wouldn't sit on anything weird.

The humming sound of the computer case fan was heard, and a blue desktop appeared. Yuki supported his chin.

The prompt tone only said to unlock the permissions. I guess the reincarnation game does not need to rely on the real server. It only requires any communication tool, and there is no need to enter the URL or verify the identity.

So what to do? Oh, at this time, you have to follow your intuition.

"Enter the Players Forum."

Yuki muttered to himself, and then he found that the desktop in front of him had changed. It turned black without any warning, and then some golden fonts appeared.

There were all kinds of scripts, but just like in the copy, he could understand them all without the need for knowledge of linguistics.

Yuki was not in a hurry. He took out his mobile phone, switched it to photography mode and aimed it at the screen. Sure enough, the normal desktop appeared on the screen, with a unique sense of illusion.

"Interesting, just like reading a novel, new things are constantly being thrown out. When will the permissions be completely unlocked?"

He put down his phone, his expression gradually became focused, and he didn't look at the content directly, but took a general look at the page.

The forum was very simple, with black background and gold text, not much different from some of the bad forums he visited in his previous life. But as the tyrant said, there was no search function, and the poster's information could not be seen.

In addition, it is divided into several sections.

"The trading area and the communication area, the ones at the back are locked and I can't see them. No, some posts are also locked. Do I need to unlock the permissions?"

He has now gone through two copies and can be considered a LV2 player.

That’s right, in some forums you need permissions to unlock new sections, and newcomers can only ask for seeds and wish the big guys a safe life.

It was common sense, so Yuki started to look at the content. He randomly clicked on a post in the trading area and saw that the poster had written "Diary of an Escape from Death".

This was a self-record of a certain player. The writing was very poor, like a diary. The copy information mentioned in it could not be verified, but Yuki read it very carefully.

He had a sense of identity resonance, especially when he saw the replies below, he actually felt a sense of empathy.

Is the host still alive?

I'm still waiting to read your story.

Oh, it looks like he's dead. I'll give you some flowers.

Flowers flowers......

Yuki pursed his lips slightly, actually looking forward to the OP's next update, even if it was just a few strokes.

"It's really thoughtful. They know that becoming a player will be out of touch with reality, so they deliberately created a place for people of the same kind to communicate. This way, even if you leave the dungeon and don't come into contact with reality, you still have a reason to live."

The reincarnation game is created by a master of psychology. He knows that what humans fear most is not death, but forgetting, and being wiped out of all traces left in the world. Therefore, he designed the game very cleverly objectively.

Passing the novice copy might be a fluke, but passing the second copy is definitely not a failure, and there is no problem for players to communicate with each other.

At least he didn't see any posts introducing themselves or looking to form a team.

"Interesting, is this creating a new tribe?"

Yuki was not sure. The reincarnation game was too dangerous. It didn't look like a gift at all. Besides, every player did not join voluntarily, so there was no need for him to become the god of a new tribe.

He also noticed that even in the posts he could see, some of the text had turned into black mosaics, which clearly meant he did not have enough authority to obtain any intelligence.

"The value should be downgraded. These posts are ridiculous and not research-based at all."

Yuki scrolled the mouse wheel. Some of the pages were diaries, some were his mental journeys, and some were simply novels.

Planets exploded and avenues were wiped out. Within the same level of authority, are you kidding me that you can reach this level?

The mental state of some players is worrying. They exaggerate and even get excited themselves, right?

Yuki smiled indifferently, he scrolled down carefully, and then found that the posts were endless. The reincarnation game created a new type of shut-in. Communicating with the same kind was much more fun than bragging and gossiping in real life, and there was no shortage of exciting content.

Yuki clicked on posts that were worth studying, such as "My Affair with a Monster Girl in a Dungeon", "Zombie Love Guide", and "Shocking! Piranha's Mouth Can...", and before reading them carefully, he placed his hands on the keyboard.

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then typed a few words:

《Help: Is it normal to encounter the following situation in a novice copy? 》

Chapter 3 Trading Items

The cramped room was soon filled with smoke. Since coming into this world, he had never been an internet addict.

Tsk, they are all great writers, but they are really boring.

Yuki put out his cigarette butt and naturally swept the paper balls on the table into the trash can. After conducting biological research, he read many posts and summarized them into several categories:

Record yourself, communicate your emotions, be the first moderator, hear strange stories, and also record the works of online writers.

Because those who hang out on the forum are all in the same industry, they naturally feel immersed in the discussion and seem to have almost forgotten the time. Yuki didn't just read the whole forum, but he finally managed to extract some useful information.

First, this forum should not have existed for long. According to the records, there are only four copies at most. Even if there is no posting time, it can be roughly inferred from the description.

The error in technological level does not exceed five years, and they are basically of the same era.

Second, there are a large number of players, and new posts are posted every second, all over the world.

Third, according to the descriptions of various players, the copies are not even similar, let alone the same. This is very scary. Opening up completely different copies for so many players is a power far beyond Yuki's imagination.

"Finally, there are a few players that need attention."

Yuki touched his chin. In some credible records, some players have already made a name for themselves.

For example, 'Bloody Artist', 'Ruthless Tactician', 'Diamond King' and 'Fighting God'.

It sounds a bit childish, but in fact they are all pseudonyms. They can make a name for themselves, and it is impossible for them to reveal any relevant information. It is not that the forum does not allow it, but if anyone dares to reveal it, he will definitely die.

"Should we also post Taiyi's vest? Forget it. Mystery is the best protection. Players who really pursue their goals will not come here to post spam posts. It's a complete waste of time."

Yuki gave up decisively. There were too many posts. He would not be able to finish them even if he started the next dungeon. He might as well do a few more push-ups with that time. Players who were addicted to the games would easily die.

He looked at the names again and decisively switched back to his own post, where he found that there were already many replies.

"The host is stupid."

"The novice mission is between two veteran players, and the veteran players form a team. You have to clear the dungeon while fighting against them? Are you still asleep, or do I understand?"

"You have to follow the Basic Law even if you want to brag. I suggest you read more Chinese online articles before telling stories."

"The owner of this post must be a ghost. Tell me the address so I can come and take a look?"

......

There were a lot of bad reviews, but facing the sarcasm and ridicule, Yuki nodded slowly as if a puzzle was solved.

It seems that my experience is an isolated incident, and the reincarnation game is more normal than I thought. Based on these players who say that I am bragging, who can walk out of the bloodthirsty red moon alive?

He finally confirmed that the abnormality was not an ordinary abnormality, and he didn't know whether he was unlucky or Li Dan was unlucky.

He closed it decisively and let these idiots curse him. Yuki opened the trading section. This was what he longed for.

"I took away the Serenity Drops, and Senior Sister doesn't have any Chaos Items. How pitiful."

Yuki still had a conscience and prepared to get her a tool, preferably a defensive one, since he didn't expect the senior to pick up a knife and chop people anyway.

The page switches, the mode is similar to before, but it has a uniform format, the posting speed is not fast, and some players are considerate enough to mark the numbers.

[Chaos level (level 3) item 'Medicine Gourd' exchanged for burst item]

[Exchange the Alienated (Level 2) weapon 'Nordic Battle Axe' to a shooting weapon]

There is no currency setting in the reincarnation game, and it is basically a barter game. Yuki clicked on one at random and found a detailed description of the props and an 'OK' button. When he put the mouse on it, the comments would appear.

[If both parties agree, the transaction is completed and the props are exchanged immediately]

Hiss, the items of both parties are transferred instantly, right? That’s pretty amazing.

Yuki never doubted that anyone could commit fraud, as he had long known that the "rules" in the reincarnation game were supreme. He also saw some posts disappear instantly, which must have meant a deal was done.

'It's a pity that I can't privately chat with you about it, it's still so simple and crude.'

A simple and crude way would save trouble, so Yuki simply took out all the property he had.

Nameless Long Knife, Infinite Rope, Chainsaw Sword, Distorted Kaleidoscope, Tranquil Drops and Earth Contract.

Two Alienation-level (Level 2), four Chaos-level (Level 3) props.

For a player like Yuki who only has two dungeon experiences, this is simply a wealthy man. Even players who specialize in item-based dungeons may not have as much as him.

Most of them were looted, so he didn't feel any psychological burden. The long sword and chain sword had been forged and could not be regarded as ordinary props.

The trading area is a good thing because of its side effects. The quality of the props is not the quantity. Just like Hayasaka Ai choosing to go all in on the Deathstroke Revolver, her strength will improve quickly.

The second thing is to cooperate with each other. For example, among this pile of props, the ordinary Tranquility Drops has the greatest value.