Chapter 92

Hayasaka Ai has gradually developed some ideas and has begun to form her own unique combat system.

The Death Knell can deliver the final blow; in normal mode, it has unlimited ammo and considerable power. It also has the Storm Cleaver as a secondary weapon. Taken out alone, it is among the best in the two dungeon experience levels.

Mai Sakurajima has gone deep into the support path, with rare traits and the Light-Covering Prayer Rite also having strategic value. Even as a lone wolf, she is a highly sought-after character among players.

And don't forget, they also have two enhancement points and two specialization points that haven't been used yet. This little group is growing rapidly.

"That's true, but I'd rather work with you. It's really hard to develop a good rapport," Hayasaka Ai said earnestly.

"I'm reluctant to part ways with you all. Like I said, this is just an unexpected situation. As the captain, I have to consider all aspects." Yuki suddenly laughed, cracking his knuckles. "For me, the more cards I have in my hand, the better, until I can handle all kinds of situations."

"Alright, let's get ready to return. Take care of your own affairs first, then come to Izu to meet up. Don't use your enhancement points and specialization points for now. Leave the forum to me."

Yuki stretched, turned and retreated into the darkness, moving so fast that neither of them could react.

"Wait a minute, who said they were going to Izu?"

Mai Sakurajima had just raised her hand when the man vanished, so she angrily lowered it.

Why is he running so fast?

"I guess he's very curious about that forum, and he's convinced we'll go to him," Hayasaka Ai said casually, a hint of a smile hidden in her azure eyes as she stared at her senior.

Who wants to go?

Mai Sakurajima swallowed her words, not even having the thought of being defiant under that gaze.

"Hayasaka -san, are you going?"

"Of course, this determines the chances of survival in the next dungeon. Don't you think this one is easier than Crimson Moon?"

"Besides the chances of survival?" Mai Sakurajima was completely unaffected by the explanation in the second half of the sentence.

Hayasaka Ai felt neither guilty nor shy as she met Mai Sakurajima's gaze.

"There are other reasons."

What's the reason?

"I have the same thought as you, Mai Sakurajima- senpai. Why don't you tell me first?"

Is she trying to start a war with me? No, why would I want to start a war with her?

Mai Sakurajima averted her gaze, offering no reply. Watching the light gradually recede, she spoke incoherently:

"Sometimes I think, it would be even better if it were just the two of us under the Crimson Moon."

The light contracted, the black-haired girl disappeared, Hayasaka Ai stood upright, tilting her head slightly as darkness swallowed her.

"Yeah, me too."

When Yuki saying goes, a wise man doesn't stand under a crumbling wall; those two women were far more formidable than any wall.

Choosing a random return location resulted in being stranded in Tokyo, where one stared blankly at the densely packed pedestrians on the street.

It was early morning, and the office workers were hurrying along. No one noticed that a player had suddenly appeared next to them. Yuki stood in the surging crowd and it took him a full few seconds to raise his head and take a breath of air full of carbon dioxide.

I'm back, and reality is still just as ordinary and boring.

Thousands of people brushed past him, but he felt out of place. Just half an hour ago he was fighting a monster the size of a building, and now he was back on this bustling street, unable to process what had happened.

"But it's better than being completely bewildered the first time; at least this isn't a nightmare."

He shrugged, and when pedestrians hurled insults at him for blocking the way, he smiled indifferently, suddenly realizing that his mindset had changed.

How can Transcendental Grade people be lumped together with you?

So he left the main street, quickly walked into a nearby alley, and disappeared without a trace from the bustling city center. But he wasn't just wandering aimlessly; he had a clear purpose.

Yuki went straight to an internet cafe. Internet cafes in Japan offer good privacy, with individual small rooms that are often used as budget hotels.

The people inside were a mixed bag, and no one was so bored as to bother checking. Apart from the overly abstract computer specifications, there was nothing wrong with it.

I tossed my coat aside, pulled out a chair, and realized that while this internet cafe might be old, at least it was clean enough that I wouldn't end up sitting in anything weird.

The hum of the computer case fan filled the air, a blue desktop appeared, Yuki rested his chin on his hand.

The notification only says "unlock permissions," so presumably the Reincarnation Game doesn't need to rely on real-world servers. It only requires any communication tool and doesn't need to enter a website address or verify identity.

So what should we do? Oh, in times like these, we should follow our instincts.

"Enter the Player Forum."

Yuki to himself, then noticed that the desktop in front of him had changed, turning black without warning, followed by the appearance of some gold text.

There are various languages, but just like in the dungeon, he can understand them all without needing any linguistic knowledge.

Yuki wasn't in a hurry. He took out his phone, switched to camera mode, and pointed it at the screen. Sure enough, the phone screen still showed the normal desktop, with a unique sense of unreality.

"Interesting, it's like reading a novel, with new things constantly being introduced. I wonder when the permissions will be fully unlocked."

He put down his phone, his expression gradually becoming focused. He didn't look at the content directly, but instead glanced at the page as a whole.

The forum was simple, with black background and gold lettering, not much different from some of the bad forums he had frequented in his previous life. But as the Tyrant had said, there was no search function, and he couldn't see the poster's information.

In addition, it is divided into several sections.

"I can't see the locked sections in the trading area and discussion area. Wait, some posts are also locked. Do I need to unlock them?"

He has now completed two instances, so he can be considered a Level 2 player.

That's true. In some forums, you need privileges to unlock new sections. Newcomers can only ask for seeding and wish the big boss a long and peaceful life.

Based on common sense, Yuki began to read the content, randomly clicking on a post in the trading section, where the poster wrote "Diary of Escaping Death".

This is a player's personal record, poorly written, just like a diary entry. The dungeon information mentioned is also unverifiable, but Yuki read it very carefully.

He felt a sense of shared identity, especially when he saw the replies below, he felt a sense of empathy for them.

Is the original poster still alive?

I'm still waiting to hear your story.

Oh, looks like you're dead. Here, I'll offer you some flowers.

Flowers, flowers...

Yuki pursed his lips slightly, actually looking forward to the author updating again, even if it was just a few lines.

"That's really thoughtful. They know that becoming a player means being detached from reality, so they deliberately created a place for like-minded people to interact. This way, even if you leave the instance and don't have any contact with reality, you still have a reason to live."

The Reincarnation Game is a master of psychology. It knows that what humans fear most is not death, but oblivion—the erasure of all traces left in the world. It then cleverly designs this in a way that is objectively sound.

Passing the beginner dungeon might be a fluke, but passing the second dungeon is definitely not a sign of stupidity, and there's no problem with players communicating with each other.

At least he didn't see any posts introducing themselves or looking for teammates.

"Interesting, is this creating a new ethnic group?"

Yuki wasn't sure. The Reincarnation Game was too dangerous, and it didn't seem like a blessing at all. Besides, none of the players joined voluntarily, so there was no need for them to become the god of a new race.

He also noticed that even in the posts he could see, some text was pixelated with black mosaic, clearly indicating insufficient access to information.

"The value needs to be lowered; these posts are too far-fetched and have no research value whatsoever."

Yuki scrolled through the mouse wheel; some entries were diaries, reflections on his life, while others were simply novels.

Planets shattered, the Great Dao obliterated—within the realm of equal authority, you think you can even access this level? That's a joke!

The mental state of some players is worrying; they're exaggerating and getting excited about it themselves.

Yuki smiled indifferently. He scrolled down carefully and found that the posts were endless. The Reincarnation Game had created a new kind of shut-in. Communicating with his own kind was much more fun than bragging and joking in real life, and there was no shortage of exciting content.

Yuki clicked on posts with considerable research value, such as "My Romantic Encounter with a Monster Girl in a Dungeon," "A Guide to Dating in Living Corpse," and "Shocking! Piranha Mouths Can Actually...", and before reading them carefully, he placed his hands on the keyboard.

After closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, he typed out a few words in a flurry:

<Seeking help: Is it normal to encounter the following situation in the beginner dungeon?>

Chapter Three: Trading Tools

The cramped private room quickly filled with smoke. Since coming into this world, he had never been a net addict.

Tsk, they're all great writers, how utterly boring.

Yuki stubbed out his cigarette and casually swept a few crumpled pieces of paper from the table into the trash can. After conducting his biological research, he read many posts and summarized them, roughly categorizing them into several types:

It includes categories such as personal reflection, emotional exchange, first-time moderator, strange and unusual events, and online novel masters.

Because the forum users are all from the same industry, they naturally feel a sense of immersion and seem to have almost forgotten about time. Yuki wasn't just focused on reading either; he managed to extract some useful information.

First, this forum must have existed for a short time. Based on those record posts, there are at most four copies. Even without the posting timestamps, we can roughly infer this from the descriptions.

The technological level difference is no more than five years, basically within the same era.

Secondly, there are a large number of players, with new posts being generated every second, and these posts are spread all over the world.

Third, according to the descriptions of various players, the dungeons are not even similar, let alone identical. This is quite alarming. To create completely different dungeons for so many players is a feat that far exceeds Yuki's imagination.

Finally, there are a few things players need to be aware of.

Yuki stroked his chin. According to some reasonably credible records, certain players had already made a name for themselves.

For example, 'Bloody Artist', 'Ruthless Strategist', 'Diamond Emperor', and 'Battle God', etc.

It sounds a bit childish, but they're all just pseudonyms. They've managed to make a name for themselves, and it's impossible for them to reveal any related information. It's not that the forum doesn't allow it, but that anyone who dares to expose it will be killed.

"Should I also post 'Taiyi's' pseudonym here? Forget it, mystery is the best protection. Real players won't come here to post irrelevant stuff; it's a complete waste of time."

Yuki decisively gave up. There were too many posts; he wouldn't finish refreshing them even by the time the next dungeon started. He figured he might as well do some push-ups instead. Players who get too caught up in the content are likely to die.

He glanced at the names again, then decisively switched back to his own post, and found that there were already many replies.

"OP is an idiot."

"The newbie quest involves two veteran players, and the veteran players are teamed up. You have to both clear the dungeon and fight against them? Are you still asleep, or do I understand?"

"Even boasting has its basic rules. I suggest you read more Chinese online novels before telling your story."

"You must be a ghost, right? Give me your address, I'll come over and take a look?"

Despite the flood of negative reviews, Yuki nodded slowly, as if seeking answers, as he watched the mockery and ridicule.

It seems my experience is an isolated case. The Reincarnation Game is more normal than I imagined. As for those players who say I'm bragging, who can possibly survive the Bloodthirsty Red Moon?

He finally realized that the anomaly was no ordinary anomaly, and he didn't know whether it was his bad luck or Li Dan's bad luck.

He decisively shut it down, letting those idiots rant and Yuki, and opened the trading section—this was what he truly craved.

"I took the Quiet Dew, so my senior doesn't have a single Chaos Item. That's so pitiful."

Yuki still has a conscience and is going to get one for her, preferably a defensive item, since he doesn't really expect his senior to be wielding a sword.

The page transitioned, and the mode was similar to before, but both had a uniform format. The posting speed was not fast, and some players even thoughtfully labeled the numbers.

[Exchange the Chaos-level (Level 3) item 'Healing Medicine Gourd' for burst-type items]

[Alienated Grade (Level 2) Weapon 'Norse Battle Axe' Exchangeable with Ranged Weapons]

The Reincarnation Game doesn't have a currency system; it's basically all about bartering. Yuki randomly clicks on one of the items and finds a detailed description of the item, as well as an "OK" button. Hovering the mouse over it displays a note.

[Once both parties agree, the transaction is complete, and the items are immediately exchanged.]

Wow, instantly transferring items between the two parties, huh? That's pretty impressive.

Yuki never doubted that anyone could commit telecom fraud. He already knew that the 'rules' were supreme in the Reincarnation Game, and he also saw some posts disappear instantly, which must mean that the deal had been made.

'It's a pity we can't offer a private message to cut the price; it's still as simple and straightforward as before.'

Simple, direct, and convenient, Yuki simply took out all the assets he had.

Nameless Longsword, Infinite Rope, Chainsaw Sword, Distortion Kaleidoscope, Quiet Dew, and Soil-Offering Contract.

Two Alienated Grade level (level 2) items and four chaotic level (level 3) items.

For a player like Yuki with only two dungeon experiences, this is practically a fortune; even players who specialize in item-based builds might not have as much as him.

Most of them were stolen, so he didn't feel guilty. The longsword and Chainsaw Sword had been forged and couldn't be considered ordinary props.

The trading area is a good thing because, due to its side effects, the quality of items is more important than the quantity. For example, if Hayasaka Ai chooses to go all in on the Death Knell Revolver, her strength will increase very quickly.

Secondly, they need to work together. For example, among these props, the seemingly ordinary Quiet Dew has the greatest value.