People in Yu-Gi-Oh! The hyper-converged audience is also integrated

Chapter 211 You're a Mature Pen Now!
The Spirit Control Division's examination allows some hunters in the dungeon to legitimately enter the civic area.

Li Guanqi withdrew his gaze, calmly picked up the blanched fish tofu, and dipped it in the sauce.

Not long after, one of the men in the trench coat stubbed out his cigarette, strolled slowly across the street, and pushed open the door to enter the hot pot restaurant.

The shop was still noisy, and his entry did not attract much attention. He walked slowly, his eyes fixed on Li Guanqi's table, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on his lips.

Three harmless people!

Caught completely off guard, at the perfect time.

He approached silently, his movements concealed by the hem of his trench coat. His right hand was already reaching for his waist. Three steps away from his target, two steps away... A cruel excitement flashed in his eyes. As long as he dealt with 0748, he could immediately blend into the crowd. The person waiting for him was outside. 30 in his pocket!
Just as he drew his dagger, strained his wrist, and prepared to stab Li Guanqi in the back of the heart.

"Tsk."

Two completely overlapping, impatient voices rang out, accompanied by a slight vibration of the desktop.

"Don't disturb their hot pot meal, you jerk!" Yimi and Li Guanqi said, annoyed that their enjoyment had been interrupted.

A sudden light appears!

Firelight and runes intertwined, a dark red halo spread, and two majestic figures holding scepters appeared.

【The Glory of Horus - Imset】.

【Destroyer God King Yama】.

"Keng——"

Imset's scepter and Yama's flaming claws crossed to parry, precisely blocking the dagger that was thrusting down; a spark flashed and disappeared.

The man in the trench coat's sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by utter horror. He hadn't even seen what happened; he only felt an overwhelming, terrifying energy surge through the dagger.

"boom--"

The man in the trench coat who launched the sneak attack was sent flying backward as if hit by a cannon, crashing hard into the wall opposite him twenty meters away.

With a sickening cracking sound, he slid softly to the ground, his spine clearly broken, and immediately lost consciousness.

The noise in the store came to an abrupt halt, and everyone stared in disbelief at the scene that had unfolded in the blink of an eye, as well as the two Kalings that were suspended in mid-air, radiating a powerful aura.

Curious, shocked, and fearful gazes were cast upon Li Guanqi and Yimi.

Tang Xin suddenly hiccuped, the blush on her face instantly faded by more than half, and she sobered up considerably. She looked around blankly and asked, "W-what's going on?"

Immy resumed her nonchalant demeanor, tapped the rim of her bowl with her chopsticks, and called out to the onlookers, "It's nothing, it's nothing. They're just low-level bounty hunters from the dungeon, they don't know the rules."

She pointed to Li Guanqi, who was still picking at his food, and explained to everyone, half-jokingly, "My brother here, his head is worth 300,000 now. It's a small matter, everyone eat and drink as usual."

"Three hundred thousand?" A low gasp rippled through the crowd, and the gazes directed at Li Guanqi became complicated.

"For 300,000, they dared to do this in the street in a civic district." Li Guanqi placed the blanched fish tofu into a dipping sauce, his voice calm. "What if it were 3 million, or 30 million?"

"Thirty million?" Immy scoffed, picking up a piece of beef and dipping it in the boiling pot. "Those who usually go through the Dark Game route, if they're really worth that price, who doesn't have a few trump cards to save their lives? A head-on confrontation is too risky; even hunters are afraid of dying. The Dark Game is efficient and safe."

She blew on the hot beef slices, put them in her mouth, and mumbled, "However, most hunters don't have domain cards, as these consume a lot of negative cube crystals."

"You know quite a lot," Li Guanqi said, glancing at her casually.

Imi shrugged and picked up another piece of greens with her chopsticks: "I've got a few connections in the dungeon."

"But you, I didn't expect that." She looked up and smiled.

"There's also a Yama with such high spiritual power."

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of inquiry in each other's eyes, but tacitly refrained from pressing the matter further. They lowered their heads and continued to devour the hot pot in front of them, as if the earlier attack had been nothing more than a minor incident.

However, their thoughts were different.

"【Imset】, a mage race..."

"[Yama], a demon..."

"You've kept it well hidden." (X2)

"Cheers!" Tang Xin raised her glass and smiled, noticing the slightly awkward atmosphere.

Li Guanqi and Yimi smiled simultaneously and clinked their glasses: "Cheers!"

late at night.

In a dark and damp intelligence tavern in the underground city, the air was filled with the smell of cheap tobacco and alcohol.

A burly mercenary helped a limp man in a trench coat walk in.

The man in the trench coat was the same one who had ambushed Li Guanqi at the hot pot restaurant earlier. At this moment, his spine was broken, his face was ashen, and he was barely clinging to life.

"Hey!" The mercenary looked around, his gaze settling on the storyteller, Immy, at the bar.

"This is not what we agreed on!"

The mercenary's voice was rough and hoarse, with a hint of barely concealed panic. He forcefully pushed the limp man in the trench coat forward, who let out a muffled groan of pain.

"Didn't you say the target couldn't retaliate? Huh?! Look at my brother! His spine is practically broken!"

The surrounding drinkers reacted in various ways: some mocked, some were afraid, and some watched with amusement.

“I didn’t tell you to ambush them while they were eating hot pot,” Immy (storyteller version) said, shrugging.

"Who wouldn't get angry if their meal was interrupted?"

"Damn it! Stop playing dumb with me!" the mercenary roared, spitting as he spoke. "You almost killed my brothers! How are you going to settle this score?"

Immy chuckled softly, her voice low, like wind whispering through a crack. "Settling accounts?"

The next second, without warning.

"puff--"

A thin yet deadly purple line, like a venomous snake's tongue, pierced precisely through the mercenary's thick neck.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his chest red.

"A fight? A fight is breaking out?" The surrounding drinkers immediately sobered up, and several of them stood up and shrank into a corner.

The mercenary's anger and roar froze, turning into astonishment and fear. He clutched his throat tightly with both hands, hissing and his eyes wide open.

He struggled to pull out his dagger and charged at Immy, but before he could take more than a few steps, countless shadow lines shot out from the shadows on the ground, binding and piercing him. His body became a bucket riddled with holes, and blood kept oozing out from these holes.

"Uh……"

The mercenary's burly body twitched stiffly a few times, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

In the blink of an eye, his life force was cut off, but he did not fall down, with countless threads hanging from his body.

He became a dead puppet with strings attached.

"W-what demon!" Several patrons were on guard, drawing their weapons and looking at Immy.

Ignoring the others, Imi's gaze fell on a crumpled wanted poster on the table, which showed a photo of Li Guanqi with a number tattoo on his face.

“[Yama]…” she murmured to herself, lost in thought.

When faced with a fatal threat, people often subconsciously resort to their most trusted and spiritually powerful trump card.

His highest spiritual card is [Yama]?
Purely broken machinery?
Immi shook her head slightly, rejecting the idea. This B didn't seem like someone who would follow a pure axis; he gave off a more complex vibe.

There is still too little information to make an accurate judgment.

She withdrew her gaze, stopped thinking about it, and looked up at the crowd with a smile, saying, "Let's begin! Today's story is about a dream of purgatory."

……

Team base, 10 PM.

With some difficulty, Yimi supported the limp Tang Xin and pushed open the dormitory door.

"Grandma, I told you to drink less, drink less..." Yimi complained, forcefully throwing Tang Xin onto the bed.

Tang Xin collapsed onto the soft bed, letting out a comfortable groan.

Imi was also exhausted. She took off her shoes and said, "I'm so sleepy. I'll just squeeze in here tonight."

She yawned. "Hmm... your bed smells pretty good."

"Ugh... Go take a shower..." Tang Xin mumbled half-asleep, her mind still hazy, and with a sliver of strength left, she reached out and pushed Yi Mi.

"Tsk, I know, I know," Immy sighed. "There's just so much trouble with living people."

She turned to go to the bathroom, but the noise behind her made her stop.

Tang Xin swayed as she sat up, rubbed her eyes, yawned widely, and then... actually groped her way off the bed, sat down at her desk, and skillfully turned on the computer.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Immy was stunned.

Drunk and then sleepwalking, what kind of combo is this?
"Update... " Tang Xin lay on the table, her cheeks still flushed, her voice muffled, filled with drowsiness and undisguised bitterness, "I haven't written the four thousand words for today yet."

"No way, sis!" Immy's eyes widened. "You're this drunk, and you're still going to update?!"

"What kind of masterpiece is it that's so important?"

Tang Xin yawned again, her eyelids almost glued together, her mind hazy, but she stubbornly kept muttering, "Perfect attendance...can't stop..."

She tried to straighten her back, but her head kept bobbing up and down, as if she might fall onto the keyboard at any moment.

"You are already a mature fountain pen..."

"You need to learn...to write by yourself..."

"Another one gone mad." Immy sighed, rubbing her forehead, and gave up trying to persuade her.

She turned and walked towards the bathroom. "Alright, you can take your time writing. I'm going to shower and go to bed first."

Soon the sound of water splashing was heard in the bathroom.

At her desk, Tang Xin strained to keep her eyes open, her fingers clumsily tapping on the keyboard. She was so sleepy, her head grew heavier and heavier, and finally, with a "thud," her forehead hit the desk, and she slumped down completely, breathing evenly.

The light from the computer screen illuminated her peaceful sleeping face.

After a while, the pen hanging around Tang Xin's neck suddenly stood up slowly, its tip hovering over the open notebook.

The pen tip slowly glided across the paper, leaving two clear characters.

"Good night."

On the other side, it was quite late, but not very peaceful.

Li Guanqi had just stepped into the apartment lobby when he suddenly stopped. Before him stood a bright red figure, elegantly bathed in moonlight, holding a glass of 'red wine'.

"You're back so late." Qi Mengsi smiled meaningfully. "Where did you go?"

Li Guanqi tensed up; the lines gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

(End of this chapter)