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

My pounding heart began to calm down and just as I was about to turn my head, two hands were already pressed on my face.

"You are not allowed to look back!"

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Demon Hospital: Chapter 34: I Increase the Attack Speed ​​(Second Update)

Having just passed through the Devil's Corridor, Yuki was indeed a little stressed out on his arms, but luckily his hands were white and soft.

Hayasaka Ai and Shiina Hiyori were still a step too late. Yuki glanced at them and already knew why they reacted so strongly.

Cutting the leather suit all depends on the feel of the hand. Yuki is not a swordsman, so when he cut it, he also cut the clothes. So with a glance, he saw the cut clothes and things that he shouldn't see.

The two of them sat and hugged each other, their chests touching, but one was real and the other was fake.

"What's wrong?" The tyrant's voice sounded downstairs.

"Nothing, just guard the first floor, no need to come up." Yuki answered subconsciously, and then he didn't know which way to turn his head.

Because the person in front of him was Sakurajima Mai, she was clamping her long legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala, blinking her eyes hard, and had not yet recovered from her fear.

The senior was a little slow to react, she raised an eyebrow, then poked her head from Yuki's shoulder, her face suddenly turning red.

She saw that Shiina Hiyori's dress was torn in half, and she was hugging Hayasaka Ai, whose clothes were also open. The blonde girl no longer looked like an ice sculpture, and she gritted her teeth with a look of shame and anger on her face.

"You did it on purpose, you pig-head!"

"No way, it's a great thing that I didn't cut them." Yuki shouted his wish. He was not the chosen one of Slaanesh, and he didn't have the energy to do anything wrong in that state just now.

It was indeed a misunderstanding, but it was just a coincidence that made the two of them suffer a loss in vain. Mai nodded subconsciously, and his expression gradually became strange.

Forget about Hiyori, it's rare for Hayasaka to show such an interesting expression.

"You...is this a true expression of your feelings?"

"Hey, I don't need to act at this time. And you, don't take this opportunity to turn your head away." Hayasaka Ai reached out and held down Yuki who was twisting his head, then faced Mai who had a strange look on her face.

"Senior, you have no right to bury me. You're holding him so tightly, it's not just because you're afraid."

Her eyebrows raised, as if touching a string in her heart. Mai was about to retort when she saw Hayasaka Ai showing an ambiguous expression.

"If you give him more benefits, he will be so happy that he can't even walk. Will you still push the dungeon?"

Mai didn't react for a moment and lowered her head, only to find that she was riding on Yuki. Because she stretched her head to look, someone's head was buried in her chest.

Soon, she jumped up and looked at the man with a regretful face.

"Okay, you're taking advantage of me again."

"I didn't do anything. It was the senior who hugged me so tightly." Yuki spread his hands and blinked innocently.

Mai's lips moved slightly, and she finally understood what Hayasaka Ai was thinking. She caught a glimpse of the blonde girl's amused expression and almost couldn't hold it back.

"Go, go, go to the first floor and guard the door. I'll get them some clothes to change into."

After the tragic experience under the red moon, Mai now always has several sets of clothes.

Uh, I think it's more important to guard the stairwell, so it's better to patrol it again.

Yuki really wanted to say that, but when he saw the senior who was about to transform into a man-eating rabbit and her eyes that looked like a knife in his back, he stood up readily and returned to his expressionless state.

"Hurry up, we are in the attack mode now, you must concentrate."

"You are not qualified to preach!"

With two hands pushing on his back at the same time, Yuki staggered, paused every three steps, and was then fixed in his gaze, so he had no choice but to go downstairs.

call.

For some reason, they both exhaled at the same time. Mai and Hayasaka Ai looked at each other silently, staring into each other's eyes, as if they had a lot of ideas to say but couldn't say them.

The atmosphere was a little weird and sharp. The two of them didn't know what to say, and no one was willing to look away.

"You two." At this time, Shiina Hiyori, who had changed into a sportswear, opened his mouth and looked embarrassed: "Could it be that Mr. Yuki..."

"of course not!"

The two people who were just looking at each other turned their heads at the same time and spoke in unison.

"What on earth happened upstairs?" The tyrant stood at the entrance to the first floor with a curious look in his eyes.

Yuki walked downstairs and glanced at the man. He had no intention of provoking him, as the stunning glimpse he had just gotten was still echoing in his mind.

"Uh, I just increased the attack speed."

Increase attack speed? What a mess.

The tyrant didn't quite understand, but he was a little envious of Yuki. He felt something when he was in the elevator. He didn't expect that there was such a way to play the reincarnation game.

In his impression, the reincarnation game is full of treacherous calculations and betrayals. Every player is a profit-seeker, and even the cooperation is forced by the situation like him.

"Is it rare for me to be like this?" Yuki leaned against the wall and noticed the other person's strange look.

"It should be said that it is unique. Those two really trust you." The tyrant sighed. He did not have a dark personality. He lifted up his gas mask slightly, lit a cigarette, and threw another one to Yuki.

"This game doesn't have a real team system, so there are very few players who dare to do what you do. I've always wanted to ask, why do you dare to let the two of them follow Curly?"

This doesn't make sense. If Hayasaka Ai and the others didn't defect, Curly would have already succeeded. With his plan, his chances of success would be higher. Hayasaka Ai and the others don't seem like fools who are in love.

They are smart and definitely elite players, but they seem very naive after joining together, just like when they first joined the game, with a familiar yet strange feeling.

Yuki was holding a cigarette, and was somewhat stumped by the question. He looked at the little smoke and slowly smiled: "Perhaps, we have been through hell together."

The impression left by the bloodthirsty red moon was so deep that he felt that this demon hospital was a bit "simple". At least he could smoke and chat with an old player he had never met before.

"Hell? Oh, a horribly difficult dungeon, and you led them to survive. Well, this can really make them trust you like compressed biscuits." The Tyrant made a wonderful analogy, and I kind of understood it.

After being taken through hell by him, the success rate Curly showed was nothing. Rationally, he was more willing to put his life on Yuki's shoulders.

"What else? That's not a sufficient answer."

Yuki took a deep breath and thought for a long time before answering, "Perhaps I treat others with sincerity and will not abandon my companions. Because of them, I still retain this advantage and it has not been completely eliminated by the reincarnation game."

"I see. Well, now the answer is sufficient. Supporting each other and trusting each other is great."

The tyrant's eyes were full of vicissitudes and stories. "This kind of thing is best done when you are a novice, because everyone is a newbie and still an ordinary person. Once you become an experienced player, you can only cooperate. For example, I follow you because this is the highest chance of survival. If there is another way, I will sell you out."

"You're very candid."

"Haha, I just retained some stubbornness in this cruel game, because I have seen too many people who would do anything to get what they want." The tyrant laughed at himself and shook off the ash. "It seems that you are lucky to have met two good teammates. Smart people like you are very suspicious and will never trust others easily. It was some coincidence or the situation that brought you together."

The tyrant guessed wrong. Yuuki formed the tripartite alliance only because the information was transparent. Even Hayasaka Ai and Sakurajima Mai felt at a loss because of that trust.

Of course, the game also helped a lot. The reminder that people were not allowed to walk alone made it impossible for the two of them to make a choice.

"Maybe. I've always had good luck."

"Well, this is a good start. If you have a few helpers you can fully trust, you can win over more people."

"Like Hiyori-san?"

"Yes, you trusted her as if you had known her for a long time, and she returned your trust."

Yuki raised his eyebrows. This tyrant's eyes were very poisonous. He had already seen some clues.

"Don't look like that. I'm not stupid, but I have a piece of advice for you. Don't group too many people into the dungeon. It will make it unusually difficult."

"I understand. I don't plan to get dozens of players to form a legion to attack. If you play tricks on the game, you will die miserably."

"It's good for you to know. Players are most easily influenced when they are new players. In fact, your actions are essentially no different from those of real player groups." The Tyrant performed an epic lunging, his eyes gradually becoming serious.

"It's just that they are using reality, either through bribery or coercion. To be honest, the effect is far less than yours. They don't dare to do the same as before."

Reality is reality, and a copy is a copy. You can make up any excuse to get away with it. When faced with the choice of survival, no matter how many luxury cars and beautiful women you have, they are all nothing. Players will only think about getting through the copy with the highest success rate.

"It's really great. In this dull reincarnation game, we can actually see some genuine emotions. What is the relationship between players and people?"

The tyrant stamped out his cigarette and fell into deep thought, while Yuuki, holding the cigarette butt in his mouth, leaned against the wall and raised his head.

The pressure of survival distorts people. The game forces players to eliminate their humanity, but it is like walking in a bottomless abyss.

Yuki raised his hand and clenched it towards the light from the emergency light.

This ray of light of humanity is so precious.

PS: Continue to update and check again in the afternoon.

Devil's Hospital: Chapter 6: Rushing Through the First Floor (K)

Thick fog lingered inside the building, and objects could hardly be seen a few meters away. A 'gurgling' sound echoed throughout the entire floor, somewhat like the sound of a hungry stomach wriggling.

In the modern and spacious hospital lobby, countless baby arms fell from the ceiling like waterfalls. At the same time, three heads connected by thick blood vessels emerged from the mist.

One is an old man with empty eye sockets, one has slightly curly hair and an arrogant expression, and one has delicate light makeup and a pretty face.

Three heads looked towards the stairwell at the same time, and tilted their heads at the same time as if one person.

"The hallway didn't hold them up for long."

"That Thomas has a problem with his eyes. It must be a blood skill."

"They will be here soon."

Some voices were old, some were clear, and some were arrogant, but none of them had much ups and downs in tone. As the "waterfall" was poured in, a plop sound was heard, and the thick blood vessels burst while wriggling, and the fishy-smelling liquid fell to the floor.

"As I expected, players become very strong when they form teams. As long as they can cooperate with each other, they can unleash strong combat power." Curly-haired man lowered his head, as if in deep thought.

"It's mainly because of Thomas. He can see the invisible hand of the devil." The blonde and blue-eyed female college student added.

"Nonsense, this is the same as my characteristic. It gives me an advantage in this dungeon. I have to find a way to kill him first."

"But you can't do it with those two women covering you." Jenny said sarcastically, completely different from her previous cautious and attentive attitude.

"Then kill those two women first. I am the only one bound by the contract, and we are not integrated into one!"

"Haha, I'm only responsible for defense."

"You idiot, if you can't do it, get out!"

Click, click, click.

A sound of grinding teeth stopped the internal fighting between the two heads, and as the blood vessels moved, the two heads turned over.

"We are now one body with many bodies, please don't make noise in my ear." Dean Fuchuan was the murderer who actually killed the two people, but Curly and Jenny did not have any malice, and said slowly:

"The key now is to kill them, end this copy of the reincarnation game, and then we can return together."

"You're not a player, how can you return?" Curly asked.

"Don't forget, our souls have merged into one, there is a chance of success." The eyeless head raised up and looked at the ceiling above: "I want to see the beautiful scenery and spread the compassionate medical knowledge to more people."

It sounds like a fairy tale, and even more bizarre when you think about it. Even if you go back, does the game have to recreate a body for this character in the script?

But Curly and Jenny did not refute it. They seemed to agree with it and continued to think about how to kill the remaining players.

"If not unexpectedly, they won't choose to engage in a fight. Given their attack power, it will be difficult for us to stop them." Escaping and having a decisive battle are two different things. As a veteran player, Curly doesn't even have to think about it.

"I have made preparations."

"The success rate is not high. Don't underestimate the players' will to survive. Only one or two people will be left at most."

The three heads fell silent at the same time. At this moment, the sound of blood vessels moving was heard, and another head emerged from the black fog.

"It's okay. If they don't kill me, they can't escape."

......

It was late at night, and the moonlight poured into the stairwell, illuminating the five people waiting in front of the door.

While the heads were discussing, the players were also ready, rested thoroughly, and recovered their strength, and even the bad luck brought by the death knell was over.

The best condition, just right for a desperate fight.

Yuki gently stroked the hilt of the knife, and before he knew it, he had firmly grasped the right to speak.

"Hiyori, how much time is left?"

"One hour and thirty-five minutes."

"Do you remember what you are going to do later?"