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

"They want to consume our energy and time."

"Then don't stop. Fight while you're walking. You'll be facing it directly after you turn the corner."

Everyone was mentally prepared when they entered the first floor, including Shiina Hiwa and Sakurajima Mai, who both picked up machetes. Their vision was not lost, so they had no problem cutting off the evil hands around them.

The tyrant turned around, his pupils contracted.

"There's one more!"

Yuki didn't need to look back to hear the whistling wind. Behind the team, another arm had penetrated the black fog and formed six cheese sandwiches in front, on both sides, and above and below.

Retreat into the consulting room? Break through the wall?

No, Curly knows hint four, and he'd love for us to do it.

It is even more impossible to go back. Hayasaka Ai and Sakurajima Mai have gone astray three times, and they can't let the game add buffs to the enemy.

"Tyrant, change positions, Hasaka, shoot!"

Yuki no longer hesitated, and rushed to the end of the team, trying to use the same trick again against the sharp claws that were coming at him, but the opponent was obviously guarding against his "improvement", and the giant claws paused instantly in a way that did not follow the rules of physics and retracted into the ceiling.

I didn't see through him, but he was insidious and cunning, so I could only play some cards.

"Tyrant, smash them to pieces."

The man was obviously stunned for a moment, which was to expose his cards first. He gritted his teeth as he watched the layers of demons pouring down the corridor.

"Okay, I believe you!"

Molten Bullet.

The two guns merged, and a beam of azure blue light swept across the corridor. It was as thick as an arm, and was like a torrent, splitting everything in its path and leaving a lava-like texture at the cut.

The players were unable to dodge in the corridor, and the same was true for the demons. The long and narrow corridor suddenly turned into a slaughterhouse, with severed arms and monsters cut in half everywhere. They twisted their bodies and rushed over in half.

"Go, go, go!" The tyrant knew that he had not hit many vital points, and they had no intention of fighting in the corridor.

Hayasaka Ai slashed back and forth with the storm machete, occasionally taking out a pistol and shooting at the monster's head. She felt like she was clearing a path in a thorn field. Fortunately, if there were any omissions, the tyrant would make up for it by shooting.

Kill them! Kill them!

With their faith unwavering, Mai Sakurajima and Hiyori Shiina followed closely behind, frantically hitting anything that was grabbing their legs with their weapons.

Behind them was the Tyrant, a man who was visibly depressed, pulling up his gas mask and chewing a biscuit.

He exposed his weaknesses and trump cards, but he couldn't care less at this time. At least the brilliance of this shot concealed Jie Cheng's true colors, and even Hayasaka Ai had kept some of them to herself.

"This is cooperation, this is teammates in the reincarnation game."

Jiecheng followed at the end of the team, suddenly distanced himself from the rest, but his face was full of confidence.

He didn't ask every player to be as unshakable as Mai and Hayasaka Ai, but at least they had to work together and obey orders like the Tyrant.

Only in this way can we survive!

Overload mode. Storm cutting.

He swung down with the greatsword, followed by the molten bullet that blasted forward, lightly sweeping the broken limbs and arms on the ground. He put away the sword, held the knife, and used the wall to gain leverage to cross the corner. The end of the corridor was in front of him.

woo-

There was a sound of breaking air, and all the attacks were concentrated on the one person. Even the second giant claw no longer dodged, and swayed along the corridor.

Without looking back, he swung his hands quickly, suddenly lunged forward, and stretched out his left hand.

Snapped.

A white arm stretched out from the black fog and grasped his left hand firmly, similar to the courageous push he had given when he crossed the corridor on the second floor.

Jiecheng was grabbed by one hand, turned around, and cut off the baby's arms that were wrapped around his legs with a knife, then was carried away.

The light became a little brighter, and he saw Hayasaka Ai holding his forearm, Mai with her arms outstretched, and the tyrant holding up his gun to provide cover.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he flew out along the pulling force and threw himself into the girl's gentle arms.

boom--

The giant claw brushed past him and swept out of the corridor, smashing the outer glass guardrail into pieces, then broke apart, throwing out a large number of twisted demons.

Before he landed on the ground, dense gunfire rang out, flesh splattered everywhere, and Yuki poked his head out from the arms of his senior.

The moon is full.

PS: I just combined the two chapters into one because I’m too lazy to separate them.

Demon Hospital: Chapter 36: Slaying Demons and Eliminating Evil! (First Update)

Rushed out.

Just as Hayasaka Ai and the Tyrant were shooting frantically, a rather grand hall appeared in front of the players.

The glass ceiling allowed the moonlight to shine in unhindered. Several people embraced the thick marble columns to support the ceiling, giving it a sense of religious ritual.

There are no longer any medical facilities, making people think they have come to a luxury hotel. But when looking around, they find this place quite strange.

The corridor that Yuki and others just passed by was connected to the hall. There was no other way. In front of them was a row of glass guardrails, which were higher than the hall like a mezzanine, and there was an escalator connecting the two.

1.5th floor?

Yuki decisively left the senior's arms, without even looking at the latter's slightly red face, swung his knife to chop down the approaching demon, and approached the glass railing.

You pighead, you're taking advantage of me.

Mai hugged her chest tightly, but seeing the man's serious profile and his red eyes, she could only grit her teeth and remember this.

Knowing when to relax and when to be nervous is as easy as switching between breathing. Mai is becoming more and more familiar with this feeling and quickly deletes the tingling touch from her mind.

Bang bang bang…..

There were dense gunshots, and the split giant claws brought a large number of demons. Tyrant and Hayasaka Ai were suppressing the fire. Following Yuki's footsteps, Sakurajima Mai came to the guardrail and quickly looked around.

The hall is several thousand square meters in size, surrounded by windowless walls and covered with gray-brown marble floors. The medical information desk in the middle is like an isolated island, with a row of pharmacy windows on the left.

It is very empty. Although it is majestic, it is not very functional and it is easy to lock onto the figure next to the information desk.

A hunchbacked old man was standing there. He was wearing a black suit and holding a cane. His skinny head, which looked like something out of a horror movie, was slightly raised. The sight of his hollow eye sockets made Mai's heart stop and he instinctively took a half step back.

"Dean Fuchuan!"

"Yes, that's him." Perhaps because he had met the other person once before, Yuki seemed extremely calm. He didn't even focus on him for too long and just flew away.

It was a wall facing this side, pitch black with rolling black smoke. He had seen a similar scene on the second floor.

Please don't destroy the hospital building?

At the beginning of the game, everyone analyzed that as long as you are inside the building, there will be a spatial fault and it will be impossible to break through the wall.

People won’t die from falling from the first floor, but they will be crushed by the space.

The entire wall was covered, so who knew where the door was? Even if there was one, who could guarantee that it was not an illusion created by it? After all, Dean Fuchuan had spatial abilities.

"You're in distress."

Just as Yuki was thinking hard, the old man spoke. His aged voice was trembling a little, and his volume was not loud, but it echoed throughout the first floor and even drowned out the sound of the gunshots.

"Well, this is the core of your territory after all. It would be easier if it were in some neutral area." Jie Cheng looked straight into the empty eye sockets, without showing any fear.

"Neutral zone? So what?"

"I will kill you without leaving any trace, old Biden." Jiecheng shrugged, calmly grabbed the senior sister's hand and rubbed the back of her white hand.

"It will do you no good to anger this old man."

"I'm just stating the facts. For all the shit you did, you should have died a long time ago."

Jiecheng thought of Xiao Qiannai and the human flesh warehouse, but did not exude much murderous intent. He just chopped down the nurse who rushed towards him with a knife and stepped on her head as she rolled out.

"These things are actually quite powerful, but you are such a miser that you are unwilling to invest your own strength to drive these puppets."

The words hit the nail on the head and revealed the biggest secret of this copy. The old man was not surprised at all.

Energy is needed to drive the puppet. Either the patient's resentment can summon the devil, or he can rely on the energy he has accumulated. Obviously, he is unwilling to entrust his fate to his subordinates.

"That's a very good inference. We are on equal footing in terms of intelligence, so I want to make a deal with you."

He waved his hand gently, and a crack appeared in the black wall, revealing a rather imposing glass revolving door. From Yuki's position, he could see the parking lot behind the door.

Ah this.

Mai couldn't be fooled anymore. Why did the other party take the initiative to give up the way to show goodwill? Lian Jiecheng raised an eyebrow, but he was not disturbed too much and led the girl to the escalator.

With this movement, the team began to shrink automatically. Hayasaka Ai and Tyrant continued to fire, knocking down the demons pouring out of the corridor, while Jiecheng stepped onto the escalator and slowly went to the first floor.

"Don't try to delay. I'll give you fifteen seconds."

"I know you can return after leaving the hospital. There is no item in the game that says you will take my life, so there is no need for us to fight."

With reason and calmness, he swallowed Curly and Jenny, and was not surprised to know the copy prompt.

It was full of temptation, but Jie Cheng shook his head and uttered two words:

"Ten seconds."

The simple answer made Dean Fuchuan's expression change slightly. Why didn't this person follow the script and logic?

"You have no friendship with them, so you won't fight me just out of hatred."

"Eight seconds."

"Is it because of the dungeon reward after killing me? Not to mention whether there is such an achievement, do you really think I am made of clay?"

The volume began to increase. If there was no intention, then there was no point in talking about the content of the transaction. He began to think and became confused.

"Five seconds."

"You don't have that naive sense of justice, do you? In his memory, this is the most useless and stupid emotion of players." The old man leaned forward, and was a little annoyed that an unexpected thing happened at the very beginning of the plan.

"This is a dungeon, a playground for players to plunder and kill. Even if it means destroying the world, they can do it as long as there is enough profit. Will humans feel sad for the ants they stepped on to death for fun?"

Hey.

Fifteen seconds were up and the formation stopped like clockwork.

"No need to think about it, there's no reason, I just--"

"I just want to kill you."

This sentence made the dean frown and also made the senior student next to him look sideways. In her impression, Jie Cheng was not a person who acted on impulse, but her expression did not change and she still trusted the other party's judgment.

Jiecheng did not make excuses, this was what he thought in his heart, but it was not simply willfulness.

Making a deal with the devil? It sounded stupid. Secondly, he had a sense of danger. It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not a dungeon boss, but a player.

It's stupid and dangerous, why would I do such a thing?

"You just want to kill me? You are indeed a lunatic. No, you are all lunatics." Dean Fuchuan glanced over.

Words are sharp as a sword. The 'way out' is right before their eyes, but these players don't even have an argument, let alone an internal conflict.

"Well, since you are so stupid, I will satisfy you."

He waved his hand, and black fog rolled up, covering the door, and then a silver light flashed before his eyes.

Swah——

Jie Cheng suddenly rushed forward and slashed with a knife, cutting the hunchbacked old man into two pieces, but it dissipated like mist and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Are you all ready?" Yuki didn't even think about killing the other person with one blow, and slowly stood up.

The gunshots had stopped, and the corridor that had just been filled with demons suddenly became quiet. None of the players spoke, and they all slowly raised their heads along with Yuki.

A crawling sound was heard, and the black fog in front of his eyes dissipated, and the contracted pupils reflected a huge monster.

Hiss, is this thing the dungeon BOSS?

Yuki licked his lips and tasted a rusty taste. His red eyes narrowed slightly and he felt that his fairly good ability to describe things had become pale and powerless.

A "snake" was hovering on a wall more than ten meters high. Its scarlet skin was covered with densely packed human faces, a bit like a human skin carpet of a skeleton giant. Those faces that were either sad, or sorrowful, or angry could not help but induce claustrophobia, and made people instinctively look away.

In addition to the human face, there are densely packed hands and feet extending from the body. They are twisted and swaying back and forth, like dense fluff.