How can my daily life of youth be a reincarnation game?

"here you go!"

Yuki slapped his fist and immediately realized that this must be the credit of Hayasaka Ai and the others, otherwise Curly would not have ignored the threat in front of him and activated the alchemy formation upstairs first.

They must have taken advantage of the contract to plot against Curly once, and even Yuki could guess the content of the contract.

Can't we attack each other?

"Let's go, Curly has alchemy skills, and if he refines the Philosopher's Stone, his strength will increase dramatically."

"But where to go?"

The third floor was different from the floors above, the corridors were narrower and interconnected. Yuki raised his head and was about to look for clues from the alchemy formation above his head when he was patted on the shoulder.

"follow me."

Mai Sakurajima appeared among the three people like a ghost, scaring the tyrant so much that he almost drew his gun. He looked at the girl with some doubt and suspicion, and then he realized that he had underestimated the other party.

I thought he was just a newbie, but unexpectedly he played an important role. His elusive skills were no less than those of the veteran players in two copies.

"Senior..."

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me!" Mai rolled her eyes, but she felt relaxed.

Finally I reunited with this man, and I could finally put my heart at ease.

Yuki also noticed the change in her eyes, but now was not the time to reminisce, so he naturally held her fair little hand.

"Okay, you lead the way."

The tyrant, who was a few steps behind, looked at Hiyori and immediately realized that the two were more than just teammates. No wonder they dared to put their lives on each other despite the distance between them.

Da da da.

The sound of footsteps could be heard. With a guide, the maze-like floors were no longer an obstacle, but abnormalities gradually emerged.

Thick fog seeped out from the walls, and the devil was entering the floor. Curly suddenly overturned the table, which not only surprised Yuki, but also disrupted Dean Tomikawa's plan.

He was supposed to be hiding to find out why the demon had become weaker, but now a player wanted to take the plate away with him.

Yuki cut off the sharp claws that stretched out from the wall with a knife and slowed down his pace.

"Sure enough, the lower the floor, the more tricks he can play. This is considered a spatial fault."

"He's not still working with Curly."

"It's unlikely that he would know anything about the players. Don't forget Jack and the others!"

As soon as Yuki reminded them, Tyrant and the others understood. They had all seen the 'Joint Overlord'. Those player heads installed in the bodies of demons not only had memories, but also had chaos items.

Is it possible that Director Fuchuan already knows that they are not just patients?

Mai, who missed the show, didn't understand, but she didn't think about it. She passed the corner and pointed forward.

"It's there!"

At the intersection of several corridors, there is a circular room with its door open, and two figures can be vaguely seen.

The blonde girl dodged and moved, occasionally shooting to blow up the muddy arms, while the young man with slightly curly hair stood on a high place, pressing his hands against the ceiling.

"There's light here too? Isn't the core of the Refining Formation the location of the Jinchūriki? Sure enough, it's different in the Samsara game."

Yuki didn't quite understand the principle, but that didn't stop him from understanding the situation. After all, demon souls were not used as materials in Fullmetal Alchemist.

The eyes of both sides met head-on, and Hayasaka Ai, who had just been trying her best to cover, rushed out of the room without hesitation and abandoned her "teammate".

This movement made Curly's eyes tear up.

She had no intention of cooperating, and she was not an individual player. She was in league with one of them. She was shielding me just now because she was afraid that I would close the door and die with her! !

The cruel answer was revealed at this moment. Looking at the fleeing figure, Curly hated him to the extreme.

This is trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

No matter what he thought, the giant hands in the mist had no obstacles and stretched out towards him, and the young man had to put down his arms.

The intersection of reality and subspace makes the Demon Hospital seem to be compressed into a plane. Curly originally thought that if the third floor was not possible, then he would refine the fourth to ninth floors, but Hayasaka Ai suddenly betrayed him, leaving him with no time.

"Only two floors, but that's enough!"

Curly put down his hand, and there was an object embedded on the back of his left hand. It was a thumb-sized, polygonal diamond-shaped stone that was blood red in color and had black patterns on it.

It was not a Chaos Item, and had nothing to do with its properties. He didn't even know that a real Philosopher's Stone shouldn't have black lines. He only knew one thing:

“Hahaha, is this a bloodline skill? If I keep growing, I’ll be able to—”

Red and black arcs of electricity emerged, and before dozens of giant hands crushed him, the airflow accelerated like sharp blades.

"Crush this game!"

Swish, swish, swish...

Everything was cut, and hundreds of minced meat flew in the air. Curly had ignored the principle of equivalent exchange and the restrictions of the refining array. This attack could not hurt him at all.

Rubbish. Unless the dean takes action personally, the threat level is very low. But I haven’t gone to the first floor yet, so I’ll deal with the threat in front of me first.

His brown eyes swept over the minced meat, and a powerful feeling after a qualitative change filled his heart. The two skills complemented each other. Even if the plan went wrong, the gains would already exceed those from the entire copy.

"Once I kill all the players, prompt six will no longer exist. Go to the first floor and I can leave the hospital."

His eyes were locked on Yuki in the corridor outside, and Curly's target was clear.

dead!

With murderous intent surging, Yuki, who was originally charging against the clock, decisively retreated, while Sakurajima Mai took a step forward and blocked the front with her tall figure, which made the red electric arc that was ready to go disappear.

The contract worked, rules transcend power, but hiding behind a woman was very ungentlemanly.

I have no shame, what can you do to me?

Yuki showed a sinister smile. He was not a stubborn and reckless man. He didn't charge forward without thinking when he saw Curly was so fierce.

"You...coward!"

The young man was furious. He thought that such a narrow corridor could be covered with just one attack, but he never expected that the other party would use a human shield.

"Senior, please bear with it for a moment." Yuki decisively grabbed the senior by the collar, lifted her up in front of him, and then rushed towards the door.

But after running a few steps, the open door flashed a red arc of light, and the steel door blocked it tightly. Then, the arc of light spread to the entire wall, and the metal barrier wrapped around the room.

clang!

Yuki slashed with his sword, and after a dazzling spark, he saw the cut marks quickly repairing themselves, and then he was stunned for a moment.

Damn, what a quick reaction.

It is impossible for a mentally retarded person to become a veteran player. If you find yourself cheating, just give up the fight. This is the most effective way to deal with it.

"Hey, put me down."

"Sorry sorry."

Mai fell to the ground, gasping for breath. It was not a pleasant feeling to charge towards a humanoid monster, but she couldn't blame Yuki, so she gritted her teeth.

How can you say you are a gentleman on a normal day? How can a gentleman carry a girl and charge forward?

"What should we do now?"

"Let me think about it. This curly-haired guy is really shameless. He looks like a boss, but when the situation gets bad, he immediately retracts his head into his shell."

Yuki looked at the steel wall in front of him in confusion, then turned his head to look behind him and immediately understood Curly's thoughts.

Hayasaka Ai and the Tyrant protected Shiina Hiyori and moved towards this side. Mist rolled on both sides of the corridor and the devil's arms kept stretching out.

Dean Fuchuan has learned his lesson. He doesn't throw the entire demon into the floor. It won't die anyway as long as its vital parts are not injured. He can just slowly repair it.

"This bastard wants to wear us out. In this hospital, we are both enemies." Yuki said in a hurried tone, as if they were trying to see who had more endurance.

Curly is hiding alone in a closed space. Two of the five of them have little fighting power. Isn’t the answer obvious?

"How about we go around and go downstairs first, and let him slowly fight the devil." Mai made a very clever suggestion.

"No, this person cannot stay."

"why?"

“Because of rational intuition.”

Mai was confused. If it was just intuition, how could it be rational?

Yuuki didn't explain, thinking back to the discussion when he stepped onto the floor, and was slightly distracted by the fog rolling in the corridor.

This is more like a delay than an attack. It seems that he doesn't care about them at all. Doesn't he feel bad about wasting the dolls meaninglessly?

'The devil knows everything about the players through the joint, especially the white man on the skeleton giant, who can even keep the chaos props.'

'There are only headless bodies left in the warehouse on the fourth floor, giving people the illusion of hunting, but Curly knows nothing about this intelligence, and he is still immersed in the joy of a great victory.'

Yuki was startled and turned around and yelled:

"Tyrant, blow open this door immediately!"

Demon Hospital: Chapter 30 Bloodline, Discovery!

Damn coward! Damn conspirator!

Inside the steel city wall, the young man with slightly curly hair was somewhat helpless and furious. His backup plan actually became a talisman for Thomas. When the black-haired girl took the initiative to stand in front of him, all the truth came to light.

He was deceived, completely deceived.

But rather than saying that the old bastard was too calculating, in fact most of the credit should be attributed to the two women.

"This acting is too good. Did he strengthen his skills in this area after having nothing to do?" Curly-haired was a shady guy. He tried several times but couldn't find any clues.

Fortunately, I was careful enough and made some adjustments to the contract.

He deliberately added the clause 'not to possess each other's belongings'. This was a restraint, but also a key guarantee. If that woman destroyed the refining formation, the consequences would be disastrous.

Forget it, let’s figure out how to solve the problem.

Qualified players will stay calm. This is a form of self-hypnosis. He quickly analyzed the current situation:

Because of the constraints of the contract, it is very difficult to determine the winner between players. It is best to let them fight the dungeon monsters until both sides are defeated. Then I will complete this hospital and completely bring my strength to the peak.

In this way, my strength will be able to surpass the difficulty of the dungeon, and after defeating all monsters and players, I can calmly walk out of this hospital.

Curly smiled faintly. He didn't know whether he was a human or a wolf. The best way would be for me to be the only player left, then the identity issue wouldn't matter.

In his eyes, the difficulty of this dungeon was normal. If he could find the rules and take shortcuts, and combine it with his own characteristics, it was not difficult to complete the game. On the contrary, he made a lot of money by using the dungeon.

"It's a pity for those two women. I wanted to let you live a little longer, and it would have added some color to this journey."

The young man frowned slightly as he brushed his fingers through his curly hair. The group of people outside were still attacking the gate, forcing him to be distracted to deal with them.

Do you hate me so much? Aren't you afraid of being killed by those demons? The smartest thing for you to do now is to get into the elevator and go downstairs quickly.

Some of it didn't make sense, but luckily the fog in the room wasn't too thick. It was obvious that the mastermind behind this had limited power, so he had to use some of his strength to deal with them.

"Okay, let's see who can outlast the other."

Having the advantage in strength, Curly was not panicked. He was preparing to make the door thicker, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Ok?

He turned his head and saw that the fog suddenly became thicker, no, it should be said that it was as deep as black light. The expression on his face changed slightly and his eyes slowly moved upwards.

Half of a body emerged from the dark ceiling, and an old man's head was reflected in the contracted pupils.

You...are not on the first floor! ?

The words surged into his throat, and like a conditioned reflex, a red arc surged, but at the same time, the inky darkness had enveloped him!

......

Boom!

Yuki kicked the door open and stood at the door with his scarlet eyes narrowed.

The thick fog was like an abyss and nothing could be seen in the room. The darkness was like facing a huge demon core. After a moment, he raised his head.

A large lump of what looked like a sausage was hovering on the ceiling. It was wriggling and shrinking. Red arcs of electricity kept appearing. Large chunks of minced meat were cut off, and then more grew.