Chapter 230
A two-bedroom apartment would be enough; why make it infinitely large? Does this Reincarnation Game have so many resources it'll burn through?
Besides that, there's one more thing.
Yuki lowered his head, unconsciously rubbing his chin, his crimson eyes gradually losing their light.
Outpost are theoretically absolutely safe and cannot host random dungeons. Under normal circumstances, they are gathering places for countless players of the same faction. So how can a team be integrated?
Yuki couldn't understand this logic. Having participated in the Reincarnation Game for so long, he knew that players didn't fall for 'talking therapy'. Most of them were selfish, and how could they possibly get people to obey just by asking who came first?
If we're talking about uniting players, Zhang Jin is the Limit, but he's only useful in dungeons.
Only by overwhelming strength, with those who submit prospering and those who resist perishing, can most players be united. While it's not about turning factions into your underlings, it's certainly possible to form several major forces to unite against external threats.
The Reincarnation Game is the rule, but there are rules beneath the rules. For example, the 'Ouroboros' must be one of the rule-makers for the 'War Orphans,' and they don't seem like the type to reason with people.
Outpost must fight, and they must fight, in order for the big fish to eat the small fish, and eventually raise a few giant whales. What do these giant whales need to do in this Reincarnation Game? That is the fundamental purpose of the game.
!?
Yuki suddenly woke up, his lifeless eyes regaining their light, and he quickly turned his head to look around.
The screen flickered, showing nothing unusual. Yuki covered his face in horror, his red eyes trembling slightly between his fingers.
Such fluent logical thinking, flowing smoothly without any hindrance.
Anyone would be delighted, thinking they were in top form today, but Yuki is different. Aside from when he's hanging out with his upperclassmen, he's constantly thinking, speculating, and hypothesizing.
Logic can never be smooth because thinking is too jumpy; every speculation will give rise to countless possibilities, and assumptions can never be made with the same certainty as before.
"Have I been too lazy these past few days, or is there something strange about this place itself?"
Yuki muttered to himself, but apart from his muttering, no other sound came out; only the images kept flashing, illuminating every corner of the Outpost.
What's the point of this strange place besides surveillance?
Yuki jotted down his thoughts in his notebook, then focused his mind. Exploring the monitoring room was more important now, but where should he begin?
The spatial structure was strange. Even when he activated his Demon Possession and jumped or ran at full speed, he was still 'standing still', never getting an inch closer to the shattered glass walls.
Running was definitely not an option. Not only was his spatial perception impaired, but even his sense of touch was affected. Yuki down and touched his feet again, but it still felt empty, as if he were floating in the void. Yet, when he ran, he felt grounded.
Having wasted some energy, Yuki simply stood still, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.
A sword and a door, always by his side; the clue lies within this Black Blade.
Yuki reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword. There was no reaction. He pulled it out, and the entire space instantly went dark. He then stuck it back into the ground, and the scene reappeared.
Unplugging and plugging, Yuki transformed into a crazy kid frantically pressing the switch, making the whole space flicker continuously, and only stopped after playing for a while.
"This should be a scepter or key shaped like a long sword, but the key question is how to use it."
Yuki held it in his palm and examined it closely. It was covered with a thick layer of black rock. Perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt that some of the rock had fallen off.
Damn it, you give someone a key but don't tell them how to use it. Is it so hard to provide some instructions or something?
When exploration has reached its limit, how do we take the next step?
Yuki drew his Demon-Breaker Longsword, and his entire body burst into dazzling crimson flames.
The answer is: The Miracle happen with great effort!
Clang!!
The two blades clashed, exploding into a dazzling shower of sparks that made my hand numb, but when I picked them up, there wasn't even a scratch on the black rock.
It's so hard.
Yuki could have cleaved a building in two, yet it left no mark whatsoever; instead, his hand went numb.
That's not right, the black rocks on top do indeed break off.
Yuki, somewhat skeptical, intensified his blood flames and rammed the blade several more times until his tiger's mouth split open, before finally throwing it back to the ground.
Damn, isn't this a scam?
Yuki plopped down, panting heavily. "Are the people behind all this crazy? They didn't give me a single clue; I have to figure it all out myself."
Along the way, I didn't get many hints, and even a broken knife took me a long time to study.
Bathed in countless images, as if immersed in a sea of stars, Yuki's breathing gradually calmed down. Gazing at the long sword stuck in the 'ground', his eyes flickered.
No, I'm still not satisfied. The Miracle didn't happen, it must be because I didn't put in enough effort.
Yuki nimbly got up. His survival until now was not due to intelligence or good luck, but to a relentless determination to achieve his goal, just like the blood-red characters he saw when he first transmigrated.
Live on.
To survive, he could endure ten years of loneliness in a world full of beautiful girls and child brides; to survive, he could struggle desperately against the Bloodthirsty Red Moon.
Not to mention you, a dead object.
Standing up again and Yuki's expression shifted as he realized he might have struck the wrong spot.
The black rock broke off from the handle, and physically speaking, the blade is definitely the hardest part.
Okay, let's try one last time.
Yuki immediately perked up, his hands covered in dense, blue lines.
Concept Enhancement. Severance.
He turned the blade around and stabbed himself in the abdomen, blood gushing out, which made the energy burn even more fiercely.
Blood-Burning Heart. Incandescence.
A terrifying energy was released. Yuki felt as if he were holding a blazing sun in his hand. In reality, no player would stand still and let him strike with all their might.
Hopefully, this knife, known for its hardness, can withstand the test.
Hold the knife above your head with both hands, step forward with your left foot, and move your whole body in the process.
The Demon Man Secret Technique. Mountain-Breaker!
This was no knife; it was clearly a giant iron hammer smashing into the hilt. A loud clang rang out, making Yuki's ears ring, but his eyes slowly widened.
It works!
He saw several pieces of black rock break off and his spirits lifted.
As expected, no the Miracle occurred because we didn't put in enough effort.
Yuki raised his sword again, transforming into a blacksmith and desperately hacking down with the blade.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The mysterious space seemed to have transformed into a blacksmith's shop, with the clanging of metal striking metal continuing for several minutes before finally stopping.
"Wow, wow, there's even this kind of exploration method?"
Yuki leaned on his sword, panting heavily. Blood from his palms soaked the hilt, and even his monstrous muscles showed signs of tearing. But he was in high spirits because his blacksmithing had finally paid off.
The Black Blade finally revealed Ikkaku the iceberg: the black rope-wrapped hilt, the golden back, and only half of the brass-colored guard were visible.
This was already the Limit; any further tapping wouldn't budge it. It must be because I wasn't putting in enough effort to create a 'The Miracle.' Yuki stopped because he was afraid of crippling the Demonbreaker Slayer.
Repairing the Chaos Item requires a young lady to sleep with you, and you only have 30 points left, not even enough to pay the Borderlands toll.
"It doesn't look like a greatsword; it looks more like a Miao sword?"
Yuki circled the longsword a few times, making a rough judgment as a lover of cold weapons, but he didn't dwell on the details of its form. He took a deep breath and reached out to grasp the hilt.
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The murmur resumed, causing Yuki's pupils to contract.
You guessed right, this thing is indeed a knife-shaped scepter, but it's been sealed by Black Rock. Black Rock needs to use force to break it open. If I weren't so unwilling to give up, I would have been fooled.
He quickly looked up and saw that the countless images had changed, and the words written on them in Chinese were:
[Camp--?]
What does the question mark mean? Oh, it probably means the current faction is 'None'. Wait, does this mean I have to make up a faction name?
Yuki suddenly understood what a 'pioneer' meant, and why they were called banners, gods, forerunners, great heroes, and so on. It turned out that they really were the ones who walked at the forefront and pioneered the way.
A player leaves their hometown and arrives in a completely empty, white space. They grasp the divine scepter bestowed upon them by the Reincarnation Game and begin building their own home from scratch.
He will shoulder the Destiny of an entire faction, and even if he falls, the traces he leaves behind will never disappear.
Images flashed through Yuki's mind: loneliness, pride, and glory. Every step he took was an epic tale being written.
But that's not right.
Yuki quickly shook his head. Regardless of the fact that countless worlds were converging, how could he guarantee that only one team or one player would come up? This kind of scenario just didn't feel right when it happened to him.
The Outpost is very well built, even connecting to the Borderlands. I don't seem like a pioneer at all.
The eyes don't lie; those densely packed high-rises weren't an illusion. That's fine, but he had just returned from the Borderlands.
The paradox between reality and reality is that, according to the picture I "see," I should build up from "primitive society" step by step, wait for the players to come, cooperate with them, fight against them, subdue them, experience betrayal and sacrifice, take a "civilization" to the heavens, and become a "god" in the true sense of the word.
But I felt like a primitive man who had directly arrived in an interstellar civilization and even gained access to it.
Yuki found it absurd, but he had to keep going no matter how absurd it was, unless some kind soul would step forward and explain it to him.
Faction name?
He looked at the flashing text on the screen and felt that he had to use it no matter what, as it concerned his own safety.
Judging from Frieren's performance, it's absolutely impossible for him to be in the 'None' camp.
"The Outpost lead directly to the Borderlands, and I don't have time to control them. Once someone shows their interface to players from other factions, any explanation becomes meaningless."
The first rule of the art of survival is to be discreet and never arouse the interest of others, which is also what Yuki is most worried about.
The characteristic is a racial talent. If there is a lack of information, you can say that the big shots are too busy. The requirements for the Transcendental Grade level assessment can be explained by the game settings. The only thing that cannot be faked is the faction. This thing is clearly written on the player's panel.
Phew, that did me a huge favor.
Yuki stopped thinking about 'why' and only knew 'what to do'.
This is my exclusive privilege, so what name should I choose?
My mind started racing, and countless thoughts flashed through my mind. From 'War Orphans' to 'Aether Particles', the faction names should be a summary of the characteristics of the world.
Or how about something more abstract, like 'Pig-headed Man,' 'Giant-breasted Alien,' 'Foot-loving Man,' or 'Born to Guide'?
No, my senior will definitely kill me.
"There's no word limit? Maybe I should take a really long name like Gintama to confuse people?"
That won't work either; that would pollute the character panel and probably draw all the players' hatred.
Yuki his arms, deciding it was better to be serious; his allegiance was a matter of pride, and he had to fit the character's traits.
But here's the problem: our world has no distinguishing features.
Based on Yuki's ten years of life, it was just an ordinary world, at most with a stronger atmosphere of youthful romance due to preconceived notions.
Don't forget Zhang Jin, the Tyrant, those perverted artists, and all sorts of corporate elites.
"How about calling it the 'Society for the Study of Normal Humans'? But in Frieren's worldview, we're not exactly normal humans, are we?"
A mere name stumped Yuki. He paced back and forth, constantly filtering and deleting various pieces of information, until finally only one image remained in his mind:
That blood-stained rose, bound by thorns—that's the emblem of a faction. But upon closer reflection, isn't it just an ordinary, beautiful flower, shackled and tormented by that Reincarnation Game reincarnation?
I want to sweep away the thorns and let this rose bloom freely; I'm sure it will emit a captivating fragrance.
With his mind racing, Yuki instinctively wrote four characters in the air:
[Thorny Rose]
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The Thorny Rose doesn't quite fit the characteristics; it's more accurate to say it embodies Yuki's own desires.
He hopes to eventually break through the thorns and gain true freedom.
"In this way, the biggest loophole has been plugged, and we no longer have to worry about anyone showing the panel at the Borderlands and attracting the attention of the big shots."
Yuki nodded in satisfaction, watching the text on the big screen disappear as messages scrolled by.
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