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

According to the style of the reincarnation game, it is really possible to do this. In the suspicious gaze, Yuki, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke.

"Okay, we'll all die if we fight among ourselves."

"But the problem now is that we can't get out. We have half an hour left before the restraints reach their limit. The feedback pain will make that thing expand infinitely!"

The tyrant growled. As one of the hosts of the plan, he certainly knew what consequences the side effects of the comfort pills would bring.

"Then fight back and kill it while there is still time."

"It's meaningless. Not to mention whether we can win even if we are exhausted, this won't solve any problems. We will still kill each other in the end!"

What does it matter if we deal with the dean? We still can't leave the devil's hospital and we will all die when the time comes.

"Then what can you do?" Yuki stood up and faced the other party, "For example, if I am a wolf, do you dare to bet?"

The tyrant swallowed his saliva, the strong feeling of entanglement almost made his chest explode. Of course he didn't dare to gamble, if he took action, he would die.

"That's right. Even if we have to kill each other, it shouldn't be now. Do you want to give that old Biden a free ride?"

The answer is no. The foundation of the cooperation between the tyrant and Yuki is what he saw and heard in the demon hospital. The suspicion is slowly dissipating. Yuki's words are like a knife, explaining a more important goal:

Even if all the players are killed, you can't survive.

"Take a deep breath, don't fall into the opponent's trap. Also, did you notice that there is one player missing?"

At first, everyone thought it was the invisible Sakurajima Mai. After a moment of hesitation, Shiina Hiyori, who was retracing the entire copy, clapped his hands.

"It's Zhang Qing, we didn't see him!"

The boy with different-sized eyes had almost no presence, and the tyrant had forgotten about him. He only knew that he disappeared on the fifth floor.

"Did you see him?"

"No, there are only three cores in the giant snake's body. If I see him, how could I stop?" Yuki shook his head honestly, and the hope in everyone's eyes dimmed again.

They were able to get here mostly thanks to Yuki's eyes, and they believed that he would not let it go.

“But just because you can’t see him doesn’t necessarily mean he’s not there.”

"What do you mean?"

"After all, the boy with different-sized eyes is different from Curly-haired boy. If he is a wolf, would he have special abilities?" Yuki said something thought-provoking, and then calmly told all his observations.

He had noticed the other party since the beginning of the dungeon, and the fact that he, a brain cancer patient, could pass the novice guide even made Mai secretly observe him, which puzzled the latter.

"His illness is very strange. Sometimes it breaks out and sometimes it is suppressed. Also, Mai told me that when she first went astray, she ran into the boy at the door of the pharmacy. In the absence of comfort pills, how do you think he relieved the pain?"

"He... took the medicine from the hospital?" Hiyori blinked, as if she was reading a wonderful detective novel. A real great detective would pay attention to the details that everyone overlooked.

"Well, maybe he ate it in the novice copy. In that weird situation, normal people would not touch any objects, but he was not a normal person. Do you remember what the ward on the ninth floor was?"

Neurosurgery, brain cancer, he should have been there, whether intentionally or unintentionally, receiving treatment was not something that should be taken for granted.

"That makes sense. He told us at the beginning that he thought he was transferred to another hospital, so it's normal for him to receive treatment!" The tyrant slammed his fists. He had never paid attention to this newcomer who was doomed to die, so he looked up with some suspicion:

"But why would you pay attention to him? A newcomer with no sense of existence?"

"I have obsessive compulsive disorder. Once I find a problem, I have to get to the bottom of it. He shouldn't have passed the novice guide, but he did. That's the problem."

"Well, even if you are right, we still have the biggest problem now." The tyrant did not care about analysis, but only the result. "We have tried every possible means and are almost exhausted. How can we defeat that monster?"

Zhang Qing is not important, he is just a reason, a reason for everyone to regain hope.

Yuki thought for a moment, then opened his hand and grasped a severed palm. The stone on the back of his hand was shining red and black.

"Wrong, we haven't used all our means." He pointed at Hayasaka Ai. After Sakurajima Mai's skills, there were still four bullets in the chamber. He turned his wrist and pointed at his chest again.

[Use 2 reinforcement points to activate bloodline items]

"Not only that, I now have an extra trump card!"

......

When the player rushed out of the hospital, the giant snake had no intention of chasing him, as if it was really as the dean said, there was no reason for both sides to fight to the death.

"They're gone."

An old, eyeless head protruded from the abdomen and glanced in the direction of the gate.

"If all goes well, they should kill each other, and perhaps one or two people will be left in the end and come back to die."

"But this is the player, at least the player that Mr. Curly remembers."

A head grew out from Dean Fuchuan's neck. It was young, innocent, with a pair of different-sized eyes, and looked like conjoined twins.

The headache disappeared and he felt extremely good, as if he had returned to the time when he won the first place in the Mathematical Olympiad in elementary school.

"Even if Mr. Thomas overwhelms the others with his strength, it will be difficult for them to unite. Inconsistency of ideas is the biggest trouble and will waste a lot of time."

Time, yes, I feel the constraints are weakening.

The dean nodded slightly and glanced at the huge and broken body. He had suffered serious injuries from the siege, but as long as his resentment was restored, it would be like turning on a faucet and he would soon be nourished.

"And that Thomas is not as strong as I thought."

"Yes, under that circumstance, he couldn't hold back, so everyone underestimated his strength. Even if he turned around and attacked, he probably wouldn't pose much of a threat."

"In other words, we're sure to win." The old man grinned, revealing his full set of white teeth. "Don't forget your promise."

"You and I have become one. I don't care about any promises anymore." The boy shook his head slightly and laughed sharply like a baby. "I don't know why, but my hints are different from theirs."

[Tip 6: You can only leave alone and take away one item from the dungeon]

When he received this prompt, he was almost in despair. He didn't know what went wrong and why he was the one to blame.

I have no strength, no experience. I am just a poor person with less than three months left to live, and I have to watch my parents cry every day.

But gradually, he saw the supernatural demons and the brilliant light bursting out from the old players. The end of despair is hope.

"I suddenly found that I could survive by playing the reincarnation game, escape from the hospital bed and become a complete person."

"So that's why you won't compromise?"

"I have no choice. I just want to survive. Fortunately, you noticed my characteristics."

Dean Fuchuan chose to remain silent. The boy's characteristic was very simple, called "empathy". He shared his feelings and thoughts, including pain and game tips.

Therefore, he chose the other party without hesitation and placed all his bets on it:

Whether the items the boy took away included himself.

This impulse came from the first player whose head was taken away. It was like breaking the Truman Show. The dean was eager to see the scenery outside.

"The results will be out soon. Can you take me away? And can I extend your life?"

Zhang Qing nodded. He also needed this extraordinary body so that he would no longer be tortured by illness. As for what would happen if he took the monster out of the copy, what did it have to do with him who was about to die?

Even if I survive by chance, will I die in the hospital bed or in the next copy?

"Well, I'm looking forward to the end..."

Da da da.

Heavy footsteps were heard from outside the building. Zhang Qing and Fuchuan looked up at the same time, somewhat surprised.

It's only been five minutes, and the players' internal conflict has already come to an end? Why didn't I hear any sound of fighting?

The doubts were soon answered. Under the moonlight, a man with black hair and red eyes was moving forward, followed by three players.

Just as they were imagining the victory settlement scene, the player——

Go and come back again.

Devil's Hospital: Chapter 4 I want your life! (K)

It was too fast, so fast that it seemed like there was no discussion and it was being controlled by some kind of mind control skill.

Don't they quarrel? Don't they doubt each other? Don't they fear being plotted against by their teammates?

He just escaped and came back immediately. His efficiency was incredibly high. So when Yuki appeared, Zhang Qing and the dean were slightly stunned.

But soon, they both calmed down. No matter how the other party tried to dispel their suspicions, it was too late now.

Trust or intelligence, in the end, it still depends on strength, and this high efficiency actually exposes a problem:

That restraint can’t last long, otherwise the player would at least have to take a breath.

"Dean, there is some trouble."

"No hurry. They have run out of tricks and can no longer hide their weakness."

The head slowly retracted into the giant snake's body. There was nothing more to say at this point. The copy had come to an end, and all that was left was for one party to stay forever.

You don't even want to delay, are you so confident?

Yuki nodded slightly, seeing the other party's fighting spirit. Now that everyone was no longer bound by the contract, they were ready to fight to the death.

Twenty-five minutes.

He glanced at his watch. This was the limit of what the comfort pills could achieve. Once the chain was broken, even at full strength, there would be no chance of winning. As long as Dean Fuchuan was not stupid, he could use his endless energy to consume them to death.

There was no time to formulate a new battle plan. Yuki swallowed the last bite of biscuit. The tyrant had already placed his bet and placed his last chance of survival on himself.

call--

This kind of pressure is really refreshing.

Yuki took a deep breath and focused on his player panel. The two reinforcement points he had been holding on to finally took effect, forming the core of his return.

[Demon Possession (Mastery)]

[Description: The devil will descend upon your body, the negative effects will intensify, and your body will mutate more severely]

[Devil's Eye: Seeing the supernatural world beyond the naked eye]

[Demon's Heart: A dangerous and evil soul aggregate that uses souls as food and energy. Current state: Weak]

He didn't have time to analyze this bloodline skill, but he roughly understood that he had an extra mutation slot. In exchange for that arm and two enhancement points, he obtained this thing called Demon's Heart.

Yuki didn't know alchemy, and didn't have time to practice carefully, so he followed the instinct instilled in him by the game.

Soul energy. Output.

An even thicker grey fog lingered around the body, mixed with a red light like curly alchemy, like blood in the fog.

Yuki held the sword in both hands and charged towards the gate.

"Start the war."

What is this stuff?

The giant snake was guarding the door and had no intention of rushing out. After all, the longer the time dragged on, the better it would be for it. However, it was very curious about Yuki's condition.

He seemed to be a little faster than before. If he had this ability, why didn't he use it just now?

Try it first to find out the details.

It opened its huge mouth and a twisted piece of flesh spurted out from it. A thick blood vessel connected the piece of flesh, controlling it to rush forward.

They walked towards each other and in the blink of an eye they were about to collide with each other. The flesh instantly mutated and pale bones grew out of the body, looking like a meteor hammer.

Neither the Tyrant nor Hayasaka Ai opened fire to cover, and Yuuki did not dodge either. The lingering gray fog simply glowed red, making it even thicker.

boom! !

The head-on collision caused the stone steps to sink instantly.

"Eh, his defense has become stronger?"

Dean Fuchuan observed carefully. The gray fog was actually a kind of outward energy, but now the energy was more abundant. However, he also saw that the fog had become a little lighter and immediately made a judgment.

'Consumable skills are not endless.'

Yuki's body was knocked back, and the inertia of penetration made him feel very uncomfortable, but through actual combat, he roughly understood the function of this "Devil's Heart".

It is essentially a mutated version of the Philosopher's Stone, and is the energy source for alchemy. However, he does not know alchemy, so due to his bloodline skills, he has become an energy core.

'A pure energy, like the inner strength in martial arts novels? Or the blue bar in the game?'

He didn't know whether this analogy was accurate, but he clearly felt the energy consumption caused by the collision, which was fundamentally different from strengthening magic.