Yu-Gi-Oh! Your Friends Are Fighting Out of the Underworld

Chapter 126: What is exclusive to the dragon clan?
Winner!!
You Ming really wanted to say that, but unfortunately, the system's prompt flushed all his joy down the toilet.

【20 points】

Looking at the text that was reflected, You Ming tried to smile, but he couldn't laugh at all.

Putting aside the daily first win reward, this thing is what he gained from this complete duel.

"Damn it, I make more than this just by selling a card, and you're treating me like a beggar."

But no matter how much I complain, I don’t really understand the specific reasons.

"Ah! My dragon... my dragon!"

With a shrill howl, the mediocre ghost rushed forward.

Now, there was almost nothing left there, only something that could theoretically be called a computer, crackling with electricity and sparks, and obviously looked exhausted.

immediately……

'Bang'
Under the strong embrace of the mediocre ghost, the terminal exploded a second time.

immediately……

'patta'

Along with the overturned steel dragon head, beside the almost burnt body of the mediocre ghost, a core that had lost its luster rolled quietly, and was finally taken into the pocket of the magic scientist.

Then, he walked joyfully in front of You Ming:

"Thank you very much, Mr. You Ming. I didn't expect that you would be able to overcome the greatest technical difficulty so far so easily. Even I didn't expect that the steel creation that was supposed to be just a 'machine' would suddenly evolve into a giant dragon."

It sounds ridiculous to think that one can break through the technological singularity by playing cards.

"This is Yu-Gi-Oh! You build your technology tree by playing cards."

To be honest, You Ming really wanted to shout louder.

But think about it carefully and forget it.

"However, the energy supporting the operation of these things should have been exhausted, right?"

"Yes, this 'steel core' has not only lost all its energy, but its internal structure has also become a mess. From the puppet's perspective, it can be said to be complete 'waste'."

Although he was speaking something that should have been extremely regrettable, the magic scientist's expression became even more arrogant.

"However, from a biological perspective, it's also perfect. Even more than a steel core, now completely absorbing the duel's energy, it's more like the dragon's heart. From now on, as long as sufficient energy is provided, the 'Nuclear Dragon' will be revived."

"I see."

To be honest, I don’t understand it at all.

You Ming had no idea why a mass-produced magical technology product linked to technology suddenly became the heart of a dragon.

The only thing he understood from those words was one thing:

"Based on this, I believe this research project will be completed soon!"

"Wow, how are you going to thank me then?"

"..."

Hearing this, the magic scientist was stunned, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

For some reason, even though the young man in front of him was so kind, the heavy pressure fell directly on his fragile shoulders, and his endless words were abruptly interrupted and could no longer be continued.

"This……"

Even the body cannot move.

When he came to his senses, the magical scientist could only watch as the young man in front of him slowly stretched out his hand.

Then, she gently placed it on his shoulder.

"pat"

"If you've finished researching 'Nuclear Formation', please leave me a set."

At that moment, the scientists seemed to feel the cold and sweet air.

With a deep breath, the excitement of surviving a disaster made him unable to help but grasp the only topic:
"Of course, of course. This is what Lord Naia requested. If this is your need, then we will do our best to satisfy it."

"Well, then, take me around your factory."

In an instant, the magic scientist broke out in a sweat.

But before he could respond, a sudden huge force from behind knocked him to the ground.

"Don't listen to him, Mr. You Ming. This guy doesn't know anything about the factory."

At some point, the mediocre ghost had resurrected on the spot with full health.

He had been blown into a black mess before, but when he came to his senses, even his white coat had become as clean as new. Then, he supported You Ming with both hands:
"Please allow me to show you around our factory, which we are so proud of!"

"A mediocre ghost..."

Seeing this scene, the magical scientist couldn't help but show an expression of emotion.

Then, a look of determination appeared on his old face:
"I'll help you organize the information on the Machine Dragon."

Then he bowed directly.

"Well, Mr. You Ming, I still have a lot of information to sort out. Please allow me to take my leave first--!"

In fact, before he could even finish his words, the old man took off running, carrying the "Devil Frankenstein" on his shoulder and walking away at great speed.

"I'll remember you, you mediocre one!"

"...So I just left like that. What a shame."

Looking at Mr. Mo Ke's departing back, You Ming just raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I wanted to develop a good relationship with him."

"I think your words sound more like intimidation than nurturing feelings."

"Nonsense, I think I'm pretty friendly. Don't you think I get along well with ordinary people?"

"Anyway, please leave this matter to me!"

Looking at the devil who was patting his chest, the boy fell silent.

"I can only say... there are still some differences between elves, aren't there?"

"Ahem, this kind of thing is not important."

Facing the girl's sigh that seemed to carry some hints and doubts, You Ming just coughed lightly.

"Anyway, I can finally see what this so-called factory is like."

The so-called card manufacturing factory...

If it were real, I would probably only see rows and rows of machines, and if I had the chance, I might even get a few misprinted cards.

But, it's completely different here.

In this immortal world, every card has its own place and every card has its position.

For example, the "mecha" that Noa once mentioned so often, in order to allow the duelists to exert their maximum combat effectiveness, they first built the mecha and then printed the mecha into cards.

"Look, Mr. You Ming, over there is the production line for the 'Mecha Corps.' All the mechas are assembled there, then sealed into cards and shipped to the warehouse for storage."

Standing on the high platform, You Ming watched those huge mechas turn into cards in a strange light, and then the goblins sealed the boxes and handed them over to automatically driven robots to send them to other places.

Of course, since this is the case with mechas, there will be no difference in other places.

"That's the production line for all kinds of 'pots'."

"That's the production line for the 'Baozha'."

"The production base for parts is in that direction."

"Over there is a factory that manufactures various cold weapons."

There are hearty smiles, pots of different colors, carefully cast guillotine models, a large number of gears, fortresses driven by gears, and so on. In short, all kinds of things that can be seen on a regular card can be seen.

"In addition, Mr. Naia and Mr. Miluko also provide specialized research institutes for some outstanding R&D personnel."

When You Ming's gaze finally turned back, Pingyungui pushed up his glasses.

"Like that old man before, he had his own research institute, so he could freely carry out research on the 'Steel Core'."

"I remember you also have independent projects, right?"

"Yes, after continuous efforts, I, the 'Mediocre Ghost', finally have my own independent research institute."

Having said this, a hint of pride appeared on the devil's face.

"I have always been very interested in machinery, so I wanted to combine machinery and dragons."

"Well, that's a good goal."

"Right? Actually, after Mr. Naia told us that we could cooperate with the Dragon Clan, I created the Fiji Cup specifically for the Dragon Clan."

"Special for what?"

“Fiji Cup.”

"..."

(End of this chapter)