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

Chapter 264 The Clown
A suppressed cough broke the delicate atmosphere between the two.

Yu Wancha covered his wound, his face even paler from blood loss, but he still managed to hold on and said to Xia Sheng in a deep voice, "Thank you."

Two simple words, yet they convey sincerity.

Regardless of the other party's motives, the debt of gratitude for saving a life is genuine, especially in this survival test environment.

Yu Wanyin was pulled back to reality by her brother's voice. The heat on her face subsided slightly, but her heart was still pounding. She quickly composed herself and turned her gaze to the direction from which the gunfire was coming. There stood a solitary four-story residential building, where gunfire was now flashing continuously.

"It's them again!" she gritted her teeth, her voice barely containing her anger. "Are they crazy? Instead of running from the poison gas, they're here sniping at us?"

A large team of dozens of people occupied advantageous terrain in advance, attempting to reap the rewards in the final stage by virtue of their numbers and firepower. They were entrenched in residential buildings, which offered a wide field of vision and were easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Yu Wancha took a breath, his voice weak: "We were all injured before, and our life force is lower than theirs. If we try to withstand the poison together, we will be eliminated first."

“However, they may not survive.” Xia Sheng remained squatting, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the ground, his head still raised, his tone calm. “Wait a little longer.”

"They're also gambling. There will definitely be people trying to escape the drugs, and their firepower will be scattered."

"Right now, most of them are just using their guns to hold out for a while. Their bullets won't eliminate many people. When the poison gas comes in, they will definitely split up and some people will definitely try to escape the poison gas."

“When the firepower is reduced, we’ll run away together,” Xia Sheng raised his head, about to say something.

Yu Wancha's face was pale. He smiled, grabbed Xia Sheng's wrist, and moved his lips a few times, as if making a decision. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Does the Domain Card... allow... to bring someone into another dimension?"

"You can save one person, right?" His voice trembled slightly and pleaded.

Xia Sheng was taken aback, remaining noncommittal.

Yu Wancha's breathing became heavy. He suddenly grabbed Xia Sheng's wrist with such force that even Xia Sheng was somewhat surprised. This man, on the verge of elimination, had a strong will to survive gleaming in his eyes, but this will to survive was for someone else.

"Please...please, take my sister in..." He practically spat out the words through gritted teeth, each syllable draining all his strength. "If you take her in, I...I'll give you all my supplies!"

"I... I remember you. You only needed supplies to participate in the assessment."

An older brother, in a life-or-death situation, chose to entrust his only chance of survival to his younger sister.

“Brother…” Yu Wanyin’s eyes instantly reddened, and her voice choked with sobs. She had never seen her brother beg so humbly. The brother who had always been so resolute and protected her was now bowing down to someone who might be an enemy for her sake.

The two siblings had done a lot of bad things before, and they were going to the Soul Control Bureau to "clean up their act". This spot was hard to come by, and if they failed the exam, they would be hunted down when they returned.

If it's just him alone
Xia Sheng looked at Yu Wancha silently, then at Yu Wanyin. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes were darker than usual.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Theoretically, a domain card can indeed bring a person into another dimension."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Yu Wancha's eyes.

“However,” Xia Sheng changed the subject, shattering his illusions, “I don’t think the organizers will let us succeed. They must have thought of this ‘loophole’ in the rules long ago and should have corresponding countermeasures.”

"They would rather the candidates die on the road."

His tone was flat, yet tinged with cruelty.

Yu Wancha's eyes dimmed, like an extinguished candle.

“However, I can promise you,” Xia Sheng turned his head, glanced at the two of them, and said softly, “If it really comes to the worst, I will bring her into the domain.”

"Rat-a-tat-tat—" Countless bullets rained down, hitting the airdrop crate.

Yu Wancha smiled with relief and released his grip on Xia Sheng's hand.

A blush rose on Yu Wanyin's cheeks, and she lowered her head slightly.

The three men hid behind the airdrop crate. The gunfire continued, but the frequency gradually decreased.

On the distant coastline, scattered figures have begun to rush frantically toward the center of the safe zone, disregarding everything else.

"Ready." Xia Sheng gave a low shout, leaning forward slightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"Wait until the last minute."

The real race against time is about to begin.

Middle Finger Island, an abandoned military factory, is filled with the pungent smell of rust and gunpowder, along with a faint trace of blood.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A sharp, manic laugh echoed throughout the area, like countless steel needles piercing eardrums, creating layers upon layers of reverberation.

Chu Chan stared intently at the clown-like man laughing wildly before him, his expression cold and stern.

"ended."

"【Dragon Emperor Valius】—" He slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, pointing forward, "Attack the player directly!"

"Roar--!"

[Dragon Emperor Valius] roared, his massive body exuding an oppressive aura, transforming into a black afterimage, his dragon claws clenched into fists, and he swung a heavy punch at the clown man.

"Bang——!!!"

The dragon fist tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, compressing the air with extreme speed and power, creating visible ripples.

"Crack—" A crisp sound came from the clown man's head, like the sound of bones breaking.

He then flew backward, tracing an arc through the air before crashing heavily several meters away, stirring up a cloud of black mist.

[Red side's base score: 2500 → 0]

【The winner is】

[Blue Team] [Domain Duel Ended]

The cold, robotic system notification echoed throughout the area, signaling the end of the duel.

The black fog dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, revealing the original appearance of the military factory ruins.

Chu Chan won, but his expression did not relax at all; on the contrary, it became even more tense.

His gaze was fixed on the direction where the clown man had fallen. That punch just now was amplified by the [Dragon Emperor] skill and his domain, so it should have created a barrier.

However, the other party's fate score strangely did not fall below the 30% red line.

This means that the clown-like man took a punch from the Dragon Emperor, who was empowered by his domain, without feeling any pain or discomfort.

This is not normal.

The smoke gradually dispersed.

"Hahaha...cough cough...hahahaha!"

After a series of suppressed coughs, the maniacal laughter rang out again, only this time, the laughter carried a hint of hoarseness and...excitement?
The clown man swayed as he got up from the ground. His movements were slow, as if something was supporting him, and he stood firmly.

The sunlight shone directly on his face.

Some kind of white, ceramic-like fragments were peeling off his cheek bit by bit, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

As the fragments fell, he slowly raised his head.

What a hideous face it was.

The clown makeup, painted with comical greasepaint, revealed skin beneath that paint that wasn't human skin, but rather a pale, tile-like texture. This "tile" face had been mostly shattered by the Dragon Emperor's punch.

From the edges of the shattered "tiles," crimson, still slightly writhing flesh and blood tissue emerged. The white "tiles" connected and fused with the flesh and blood in an extremely bizarre way... deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, growing together with his facial bones.

Half of it is broken, pale "tiles," and the other half is exposed, bright red flesh, forming a face that sends chills down your spine.

Chu Chan's body trembled slightly. The moment he saw that face, an indescribable, frenzied flame surged up from the deepest part of his heart.

His blood seemed to ignite in an instant. He clenched his fists, took a step, and walked towards the clown man with immense force.

He is not an invigilator, but a third-party enemy who has the right to use violence against test takers.

Seeing Chu Chan's enraged expression, the clown-like man showed no fear whatsoever, nor did he retreat even a step.

Instead, he grinned, forcing a smile onto his face, which was half pale white tiles and half bright red flesh.

On his ferocious face, there was something both bizarre and distorted, yet also a hint of... chilling innocence.

He slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace something, or perhaps as if in the posture of a sacrifice.

"elder brother……"

He called out softly in a tone that was almost dreamlike, tinged with a hint of grievance and affection.

This single word burned fiercely into Chu Chan's heart, completely igniting his suppressed anger.

"boom!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Chan's iron fist, carrying immense force, slammed into the clown man's shattered face.

The immense force sent the clown man flying backward again, crashing heavily to the ground. Several more pieces of his "tile" mask broke off, revealing more raw, bloody flesh.

If a normal candidate were to receive such a punch, even if they weren't immediately eliminated, their life points would definitely plummet again. However, strangely, the clown man's life point bar only flashed symbolically and remained unchanged.

"Pfft...cough...hahahaha—" The clown man coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of flesh, but instead of feeling pain, he laughed, his laughter even more unrestrained and maniacal than before, "Brother...you still...hit...so hard...hahahaha..."

His voice was muffled by the severe injuries to his face, but the mockery and madness were clearly conveyed.

The word "brother" was like a series of poisonous thorns, deeply embedded in Chu Chan's nerves.

Chu Chan's anger finally erupted. He rushed forward, grabbed the clown man by the tattered collar, and roughly lifted him off the ground.

""Bang!"

"Click——"

Chu Chan's fists rained down on the clown man's face, each punch delivered with full force, each punch producing a teeth-grinding sound—the sound of bones shattering and mask tiles scattering.

The clown man's head swung from side to side with Chu Chan's fist, and the "tiles" on his face were almost completely peeled off, leaving only some small fragments stubbornly sticking to the edges of the bloody wound. Blood and tissue fluid splattered everywhere, staining Chu Chan's fist red.

However, even under such a brutal beating, the clown man still let out intermittent, maniacal laughter, as if Chu Chan's beating brought him not pain, but some kind of perverse pleasure.

"Where...where are you?!" Chu Chan's fists finally stopped. He was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the face beneath him that was no longer recognizable as human. His voice was suppressed by complex emotions, like the low growl of a wounded beast.

He paused, trying his best to control something, his voice lowered a few decibels, with a barely perceptible tremor...

"You can still turn back now."

The clown man's face was a bloody mess, and his only remaining eye blinked with difficulty. When he heard Chu Chan's words, it was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Turn back? Cough cough... Hahahaha—"

He laughed so hard his whole body convulsed, he laughed so hard he bent over backwards, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face.

Chu Chan's heart sank little by little with that laughter.

(End of this chapter)