The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri.

puff!

A tall male player, with claws as easy as if they were to pierce tofu, effortlessly inserted his right hand into the tree trunk.

"After becoming a demon, my speed and strength both increased, and my sense of smell also became more sensitive."

The tall player grinned, his voice smug:

"Those players who chose the human faction must be kicking themselves right now, right?"

"idiot."

A snicker came from the side.

"You bastard, who are you talking about?"

The tall player immediately glared fiercely at him.

The male player who was swearing had a third eye on his forehead, bloodshot and darting around, with a cold expression.

"No player who gets to enter the official instance is a fool."

“That’s right.” Another player from the demon faction nodded in agreement. “Since they chose the human faction, it proves that they must have something to rely on. Even if we have the advantage now, we can’t underestimate them.”

"Now that I think about it, I thought everyone would choose the demon camp."

Another female player spoke, her voice hoarse, her tongue forked, trembling in the air like a venomous snake:

"It's quite unexpected that a total of seven people chose the Ghost Hunter faction."

"This is a good thing," the player with a third eye on his forehead said calmly. "If everyone chooses the demon faction, Paradise will definitely involve story characters to balance the difficulty of the dungeon, such as Shinobu Kocho, Tanjiro, Giyu Tomioka, and even the Flame Pillar. Now that the number of people on both sides is equal, those terrifyingly powerful characters will most likely not appear."

"Hey, what are we waiting for?"

A male player with dyed blond hair had a volatile temper, and his eyes had turned completely black.

"Let's hurry up and hunt down those guys. The mountains are so big, who knows if they have strong stealth skills? If even one of them can hide until dawn, we're doomed."

“That’s why we need to plan carefully before we act.” The three-eyed player looked over coldly. “Although our sense of smell has been enhanced, it is definitely no match for those real evil spirits. Searching randomly on our own is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it will only give the other side the opportunity to defeat us one by one. The right choice is to find a way to get those real evil spirits to act with us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, quite young but with an unusually cold gaze, suddenly walked out of the cave.

The waning crescent moon hangs cold, like a frost-covered blade. (The last line appears to be a fragment of a poem or a random string of characters.)

Upon seeing Lower Moon Five appear, all the players from the demon faction changed their expressions, bowed their heads respectfully, and dared not look around.

During the transformation of the evil spirit, everyone experienced the other's power and unpredictable temper.

“I just received a message from my mother asking for help; she has been captured by those humans.”

The fifth moon's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

“Go and kill those humans, and bring Mother back to me.”

"what?"

The three-eyed male player instinctively sensed something was wrong.

It's understandable that the enemy swarmed in and defeated the Spider Demon Mother, but why did they only capture her instead of killing her?

To hold the emperor hostage and use him to command the feudal lords?

Or is it a deliberate trap, waiting for everyone to walk right into it?

The three-eyed player instinctively wanted to warn him, but when he looked up, he saw Lower Moon Five's cold, icy eyes, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The other party is a capricious and malevolent demon, not a human.

If I speak rashly now, the other party will most likely not listen, and it will only cause me trouble.

"...Leave it to us, we will definitely bring Mom back safely."

The three-eyed male player's eyes darted around on his forehead, then he changed the subject:

“We have just converted and our tracking ability is not good. We hope our father, brother and sister can help us.”

Lower Moon Five paused for two seconds, then spoke calmly:

"can."

Rumble.

A monster standing three meters tall, shirtless and muscular, with a human form but a face full of spider eyes and ferocious fangs, emerged. It was none other than Spider Demon Father.

Then another girl emerged, dressed in a moon-white bathrobe, with a cool and beautiful appearance; she was Spider Demon Sister.

Finally, a thread hung down from the tree, and a monster with a spider's body but a human head descended—it was none other than the Spider Demon Brother.

"Someone must stay home."

Lower Moon Five said in a cold voice:

"Go and bring your mother back."

After saying that, Lower Moon Five turned and went home.

Once the other party left, both the demon and the players breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially the players who chose the Demon Path faction, after exchanging glances, all had faces beaming with joy:

"This is it!"

The current instance is a standard PvP instance. Strategy may be useful, but there is only one thing that truly determines victory or defeat: brute force.

Now that the evil ghost faction has come out in full force, with twenty years of cultivation, what can those human players use to stop them?

We definitely can't stop them!

the other side.

In the forest.

The cool moonlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled and distant silhouettes on the ground.

"Have you ever danced a waltz with anyone, junior?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked up and asked in a casual tone.

"No." Kiyono Makoto shook his head and told the truth, "Let alone a waltz, I've never danced in my entire life."

"Huh?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's delicate eyebrows were slightly raised:

"Did no one ask the junior to dance at the bonfire party during the school festival?"

Kiyono Makoto replied, "Someone invited me."

"who is it?"

The senior student quietly narrowed her eyes.

“I refused,” Kiyono said honestly. “I was playing a single-player game at the time, and the bonfire party hadn’t even started yet, so I went home early.”

"Tsk~ Junior is really boring."

Despite saying it was boring, Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips curled up slightly as she extended her right hand and placed it on Kiyono Makoto's shoulder:

"Although I have never danced a waltz, I have seen my parents dance and know how to dance... I will accept your first time, junior."

Kiyono Makoto: "..."

What does "first time" mean?

Don't say things like that on purpose!

Waltzes are indeed not difficult. Under the guidance of his senior, Kiyono Makoto quickly mastered the rhythm and steps.

There was no accompaniment, and the ground was covered with soft, damp fallen leaves, but the two still cooperated perfectly.

As the last beat fell, Makoto Kiyono and his senior received a notification.

The waltz ceremony has been completed.

Your next ice spell will receive an additional bonus.

Current bonus multiplier: 9x

"Huh?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes suddenly brightened, and an undisguised look of surprise appeared on her pretty face:

"Junior, nine times the bonus!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly felt an itch on her head, as if something had landed on her head.

"Well--"

Biological instinct caused Kasumigaoka Utaha to tense up abruptly, her voice unusually strained:

"Junior, something's stuck in your hair."

"Don't panic, it's not a spider." Kiyono Makoto's tone was calm, his gaze quickly falling on his senior's hair. "It's just an ordinary little bug."

As Kiyono spoke, he extended his right hand, flicked his finger to send the insect flying, and then casually patted his senior's head.

"call……"

Kasumigaoka Utaha quietly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed her body, and subconsciously raised her pretty face.

Eyes facing each other.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The senior student, who was usually high on offense and low on defense, held her breath, and a faint blush quickly rose on her fair and jade-like face.

Kiyono Makoto's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to say something when Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly took a half step back, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and spoke first:

"Junior, your head-patting technique is so practiced! How many times have you practiced with others?"

Damn it! All those white supremacists should be kicked out!

Kiyono Makoto slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to resist making a sarcastic remark:

"Why does the senior seem so skilled? Does she get her head patted often?"

“Of course not.” Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms. “It’s intuition. If it were the first time you’ve ever touched a girl’s head, you wouldn’t have acted so naturally, would you?”

A girl's intuition is truly terrifying.