Reincarnation Paradise

The nine individuals were all bound to iron pillars. If they were ordinary people, they would first call for help and then try to break free from the chains. However, these nine were not ordinary people; they were contractors who had experienced life and death, including a hunter.

Since there was no hunting task this time, Su Xiao's identity as a hunter was unlikely to be exposed. However, this didn't mean he would cooperate with the other contractors. In fact, except for members of the same adventure group, contractors generally remained wary of each other, especially since the rules of the Devil's Castle game were still unclear, and the content of the game was unknown.

The game had already begun from the literal meaning, but Su Xiao was unsure of the subsequent content. Would they just stay bound like this?

"Everyone, let me introduce myself. I am Walsh. Personally, I don't wish to have any hostile relations with you," the man with the gold-rimmed glasses began.

"..."

Silence.

The man with the glasses wasn't embarrassed; instead, he smiled at the others.

"From the current situation, it's best if we try to break free from these chains. My combat ability isn't strong; I specialize in support. This game is very likely to be a solo competition, so I need to be proactive. After all, the chances of a support-type contractor passing a trial of the strong alone are slim. Does anyone need support?" the man with the glasses tried to recruit allies. If he genuinely was a support type, this approach made sense.

"I need it. Let's cooperate," said the girl dressed as a detective.

"Oh? Little sister, what's your combat type? You don't have to be specific—melee or ranged?" The man with the glasses spoke softly, his voice slightly hoarse, complementing his trim beard, giving him a charming masculine allure.

"Actually... I'm also a support-type," the detective girl with the cap grinned, looking slightly sly.

"Well, let's help each other then," the man with the glasses didn't show any change in emotion upon learning the detective girl was also a support type, instead feeling a sense of camaraderie.

"I'll join. Buff me," the gloomy man said.

"Brother, you look rather sinister. You don't seem like an easy person to get along with. Although it might sound impolite, I refuse your participation," the man with the glasses smiled at the gloomy man.

"Right, we won't play with you. You're too ugly; my mom told me not to play with people like you," the detective girl also refused, making the gloomy man's face even darker.

"Over there, I'm also a support-type. Let me join," the cat girl near Su Xiao said, her voice slightly seductive.

"Of course, no problem," the man with the glasses welcomed her.

"We three brothers are also support-types," the eldest of the National Football Team chimed in.

"That's wonderful. With the addition of the National Football brothers, we are even stronger," the man with the glasses responded enthusiastically, recognising the trio. The small group quickly grew to six, leaving only the gloomy man, the starving fat man, and Su Xiao excluded.

"Nine people, six of whom are support-types. If I weren't a support-type, I'd feel out of place. This isn't a trial of the strong; it's a trial of the supports. Glasses, I'm a support-type too. Add me in," the fat man spoke, swallowing hard. It was unclear if he hadn't eaten for a long time or if his ability kept him perpetually hungry. If it was his ability, he had a great appetite, tasting food dozens or hundreds of times better than ordinary people.

"Mr. Pi, you're too modest. I've heard of you. I've played several of your games, and the experience was excellent, though the difficulty was high. Overall, those games are great for contractors, training certain abilities while also providing stress relief," the man with the glasses recognised the fat man, who was somewhat of a celebrity.

"Just some side income," the fat man, Mr. Pi, was humble, but the Paradise Coins he earned from developing games were not small.

The situation subtly changed. Everyone had joined the group except for Su Xiao and the gloomy man.

"My friend, you seem extraordinary. Would you like to join us?" the man with the glasses invited Su Xiao, though it was more about targeting the gloomy man than genuine recruitment.

The man with the glasses seemed to seek support but was securing his position. Everything about the Devil's Castle game was unknown, and someone had to take the risks. The gloomy man was chosen as the scapegoat, and seven of the nine had tacitly agreed.

The man with the glasses appeared friendly, but his approach was aggressive and focused on self-preservation. He first declared himself a support type.

"Indeed extraordinary. My hair is standing on end," the cat girl remarked.

"What the heck is that?" Mr Pi's eye twitched as he stared ahead.

"Hey, this isn't funny," the detective girl also looked ahead, struggling against her chains.

Ahead of them, a dozen metal blades were slowly cutting through the room. They were thin, moving slowly, and the reflected light on the blades made their hair stand on end. If cut by these, even those with 80 points in the constitution wouldn't withstand it.

A prompt appeared, and Su Xiao felt a binding force disappear. He had stopped struggling against the chains because of this spatial constraint. Others had done the same, realising they could break the chains but not the spatial binding.

Now that the constraint was gone and the sharp blades were approaching, everyone began using their own methods to break free.

"Fat flow," Mr. Pi's fat rippled like water. Despite his size, he was agile.

The chains fell to the ground with a clang, and Mr. Pi quickly broke free, munching on a bag of beef jerky.

"Meow?" the cat girl transformed into a calico cat, slipping out of the chains.

"Third brother, it's up to you," the eldest of the National Football Team shouted.

"Got it," the third brother said, taking a deep breath. His leg muscles tightened, and his body contracted slightly.

"Here we go!"

Boom!

With a loud bang, the third brother leapt upward like a rising flag, smashing his head into the ceiling. Unfazed, he descended, bouncing back up like a rubber ball. With each bounce, the chains loosened, and he broke free. His head was indeed formidable.

After breaking free, the third brother immediately ran to the second brother and placed a stick of TNT beside him. The second brother panicked.

"Wait, wait... wait a minute."

Boom!

With a burst of flames, the second brother's hairstyle was a mess, smoke rising from his head. Though the chains weren't broken, they loosened, and he managed to break free. The eldest brother shivered at the sight.

"Third brother, listen to me—whoa, don't stick that on me..."

Boom!

A few seconds later, the eldest brother and second brother sprinted to the back of the room, followed by the bruised third brother. The third brother felt wronged but said nothing.

Seeing this, Bubuwang looked at Su Xiao with wide, watery eyes, seemingly asking, "Master, need help? Bubuwang knows healing skills too."

Su Xiao wouldn't use the National Football Team's method. He took out Dragon Flash, partially drawing the blade with his thumb.

Swoosh!

With a flash of the blade, the chains were cut into several pieces, writhing on the ground like snakes.

An energy shield dissipated in front of Su Xiao as he moved away from the approaching blades to the back of the room.