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

Chapter 213 Security Check
The doctor paused for a moment and then said, "You can't die yet."

Upon hearing this, Xiaomi X beamed with delight: "See you at the usual place then!"

"You can't die yet" is a very subtle statement. On the one hand, he wants her to die, but on the other hand, he "can't" yet.

Like an enemy who has something on you.

The goddess wanted to find out more: "Where did you go?"

She was genuinely curious. The puppeteer would never openly go to a place where the seventh generation of battle angels were stationed. She could only have been ambushed. It was a place that looked ordinary to her, suddenly appearing out of nowhere, catching her completely off guard.

Where is this place?

Why assign such a strong guard? What is he guarding?
In response to a question from someone who wasn't a doctor, Xiaomi X replied seriously: "Level 4 Fortress, Sumeru Garden."

[Audience]: "I believe it halfway, a level four fortress."

[Goddess] Too lazy to ask further, she changed the subject while the others were online: "What ideas do you all have about that 'Silver City son-in-law'?"

"Custom permissions, War God series Earth Rumble."

"He shouldn't be an ordinary person, but his performance was truly..."

The Joker, who had been silent all along, spoke: "Ordinary person, vessel."

This is also a common speculation among people, according to the twelve-hour clock: the soul or genes of an extraordinary person reside or are reincarnated in an ordinary person.

[Doctor]: "Whose soul could it be?"

"white?"

Scientist Bai, the greatest man in Biantana, is equivalent to Newton + Einstein + Faraday. Through his theories, Biantana's technology advanced four generations in just two hundred years.

He also assembled a team of scientists to create the metaverse, and it is widely believed that he has customizable permissions.

However, multiple clues confirm that Bai died in the 'Infinite Bubble' incident. Before his death, he did not have a strong will to live after the death of his lover, and he did not seem like a person who wanted to live.

"wrong."

Before anyone else could reply, the Doctor denied his own conjecture.

"Bai, it's impossible to use the Demon race."

[Goddess]: "Back then, there wasn't just one set of custom permissions."

"If you have custom permissions, why bother going through all the trouble of participating in events?"

Why should we listen to that woman?

[Traveler]: "What do you know? This is the spirit of a duelist!"

[The Joker]: "This proves that he is an ordinary person, a vessel."

"But he doesn't know the password."

"Although I don't know how the custom permissions are logged in, I'm sure there's a password."

[PhD]: "Once we get the account, we still need to crack the password."

[Goddess]: "We haven't caught them yet."

[Clown]: "He'll probably participate in the Spirit Control Division's assessment, but this year's preliminary rounds seem a bit too difficult. I wonder if he passed."

[Doctor]: "If we get the account..."

The Pope interrupted: "Hmph, the metaverse? It's nothing but a delusion before the divine's descent."

[Doctor]: "Your Holiness, is interrupting others a form of etiquette taught by God?"

The Church Council was merged into the Common Council, and the marginal followers were mostly dispersed. There were not many left, but they were of extremely high purity.

Honestly, they really wanted to kick "The Pope" out of the group chat. It was like when the guys were talking about playing cards, building decks, and compos, and suddenly some clueless kid popped his head out and scoffed, "What's so fun about playing cards? You're acting like a kid."

For some reason, I really wanted to punch him and then kick him wildly.

Unfortunately, you can't kick it; the Snake Life Bell has no owner, and the administrator can't kick people out of it.

[Author]: "Goodnight."

The author's light beam lit up, uttered a strange sentence, and then went out.

All the clock hands: "???"

Xiaomi X smiled and waved at the extinguished pillar of light: "Goodnight, Miss Writer."

"Everyone, get some rest."

She slowly stood up and left her seat, and the beams of light went out one by one as if the power had been cut off.

The three-day preliminary selection process has come to an end. Of the more than five million applicants across the six fortresses under the jurisdiction of the Shenwu Department, only two hundred thousand passed the selection, a pass rate of four percent. This effectively kept the vast majority of those with ulterior motives out of the first hurdle.

On the day of the written exam, the area outside the examination hall was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.

The candidates had different expressions; some were confident and chatting amiably, while others frowned and looked as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yes, it's still rolling!

Long queues formed at the security checkpoints, metal detectors beeped, and the officers from the Criminal Investigation Department maintaining order had serious expressions and cold eyes that swept over each person.

"Myna, over here!" A clear voice cut through the noisy crowd, and Tang Xin's figure came into view.

She stood on the periphery of the crowd, tiptoeing and waving her arms vigorously, with Immy standing beside her, arms crossed.

Li Guanqi quickened his pace and walked over, asking, "You're queuing up so early?" Tang Xin waved the supercomputing ring in her hand and said, "I'm scouting the area in advance. The G4 exam room is over here."

She pointed to the sign, "Examination Room 85."

"It's quite close." Li Guanqi looked at his admission ticket. "Number 86, I'm next door."

Immy's lips curled up slightly: "Surely one of you two is going to fail this time? I've already booked a restaurant, waiting for a heartbroken student who failed the exam."

Tang Xin shrugged nonchalantly and said casually, "It's my first time participating, so I'll just consider it as gaining experience."

The pass rate for the written exam remains shockingly low, only in the top 10%. Whether you pass or not depends not on your specific score, but on your ranking.

However, the higher the score, the higher the credit limit, and the greater the advantage in the final round of the practical test.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate." Li Guanqi said calmly, but inwardly he was filled with sorrow.

He's been frantically doing practice tests these past two days. The questions are quite difficult, covering a wide range of knowledge, and there are all sorts of tricky test points.

The good news is that the scores on the tests kept getting higher and higher.

The bad news is that there wasn't enough time to prepare for the exam, and the highest score I got was only 220 out of 300.

Based on past experience, you need a score of 270 or higher to have a chance.

Damn it, they just pick a monster card off the street and ask you what race it is. How are you supposed to prepare for that?
He can only hope to have an extraordinary performance, where he can "know everything on the test and guess everything correctly".

The security check line moved slowly forward, and the candidates entered the examination room one after another.

Suddenly, a sharp alarm blared, and all the candidates' eyes turned to the source of the sound.

"What's going on?!" Tang Xin's voice was panicked. She instinctively spun around in place, frantically groping her body with her hands.

She was the one who triggered the alarm.

A hint of doubt appeared on Qi Mengsi's face as she quickly pushed through the slightly chaotic crowd, locked her gaze on Tang Xin, and slowly scanned Tang Xin's body with the detector. Finally, the detector emitted a rapid "beep beep" sound, and projected a conspicuous red border onto what appeared to be an ordinary pen on Tang Xin's neck.

"Please take the pen down." Qi Mengsi's voice was icy.

Tang Xin immediately took the pen, held it in her palm, and eagerly protested, "This is an ordinary pen. If you don't believe me, you can take it apart and see. There's absolutely nothing inside. I swear!"

To prove her innocence, she offered him a pen with a sincere look in her eyes.

Qi Mengsi took the pen and repeatedly checked with her naked eye and instruments, confirming that there were indeed no prohibited devices such as cameras or transmitters.

After confirming that everything was correct, she frowned slightly and looked at the tip of the pen.

"Controlled metal items".

"The material and sharpness of this pen could potentially become a weapon of attack under special circumstances."

"Huh?!" Tang Xin was stunned, her voice rising a few decibels. "No way? A fountain pen can be considered a murder weapon? How could I possibly hurt someone with a fountain pen? I just... I just have a habit of using it to do my test papers."

Qi Mengsi explained expressionlessly, "The examination room will provide lithography pens to ensure fairness for all candidates and absolute security of the examination room."

"I'll keep this pen for you for now. You can come and pick it up after the exam."

“But…” Tang Xin looked troubled, her voice becoming low and pleading, “This pen is my grandmother’s keepsake…”

"I've always used this pen for doing my tests. It's been with me through all my exams since I was a child. If I suddenly switch pens, I'll feel really uneasy, and it might affect my performance on the exam..."

Immi couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to shout at Qi Mengsi, "Hey! Aren't you guys being a bit too nosy?"

"You're not allowed to bring a fountain pen to the written exam? Is that even human language?"

Qi Mengsi wavered slightly and fell into a brief silence.

The organizers certainly did not expect that in this day and age, there would still be candidates using fountain pens. According to the strict security regulations of the examination room, metal controlled items are indeed not allowed to be brought into the examination room.

However, the written test does not allow pens, which sounds rather abstract.

“That’s right, can’t she use her own pen?” Someone in the crowd chimed in. “The girl said it was just a regular fountain pen, there were no cameras or transmitters or anything, how could she possibly use a fountain pen to cheat or hurt someone?”

Another person chimed in, "That young lady brought her grandmother's belongings to the written exam to pray for good luck. How can you bear to forcibly take them away and ruin her good intentions?"

The surrounding examinees chattered amongst themselves, with most siding with Tang Xin.

Qi Mengsi suddenly felt trapped, caught between a rock and a hard place.

She subconsciously glanced around and looked at Li Guanqi.

Li Guanqi felt a chill run down his spine, turned his head away, and pretended not to see it.

Please, at a time like this, even if you had a hundred lives, you wouldn't dare to utter a sound.

This is a recipe for disaster; helping either side is wrong.

The atmosphere remained tense, and Qi Mengsi was caught in a dilemma when Victoria suddenly stepped forward. In her hand, she had two small handwritten signs, each with two characters written on it.

"Jealous."

Then, Victoria raised a second sign with a wicked grin: "Targeting."

Critical hit, double hit.

Qi Mengsi's expression froze for a moment. She took a deep breath, placed the pen back in Tang Xin's hand, and said in a serious tone, "Go in."

She paused for a moment, then added, "I will arrange for proctors to watch your behavior and make sure you don't have any thoughts of cheating or disrupting the examination room."

"Of course, of course! I understand!" Tang Xin's face lit up with a bright smile as she nodded repeatedly and said sweetly, "Thank you, sister!"

(End of this chapter)