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

Chapter 290 Miracle
"Ah, it's so hot!" Tang Xin, wearing a helmet, waved her hands wildly, almost jumping up from her seat, letting out an incomprehensible howl.

Li Guanqi reached out and gently patted her back, his voice as steady as possible: "Wake up, it's all fake, just images."

A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. The heat wave that had hit him was so real that he felt momentarily disoriented, as if he were in the very center of a real stellar explosion.

Fortunately, reason quickly prevailed, reminding him that this was just a past record.

"Fake, fake?" Tang Xin slowly stopped moving, panting, her voice trembling with the shock of surviving a disaster.

She wiped her face haphazardly, slowly opened her eyes, and found herself surrounded by blinding snowflakes.

"What's going on? The screen... is distorted? Is the internet down?"

The surrounding interns were also in an uproar.

"Mine was spent too!"

"What's going on? Is the equipment malfunctioning?"

"Even Skywatch 7 couldn't hold out?"

"What was that? It was terrifying! I thought I was going to be roasted alive!"

"This red light, haven't I seen it somewhere before...?"

Amidst the noise, Qi Mengsi's clear, cool voice rang out. Though not loud, it reached everyone's ears clearly: "Keep quiet, do not remove your helmets, and wait a moment."

Her composure acted like a shot of adrenaline, gradually calming the panicked interns down, though everyone's heart was still pounding.

Sure enough, after a short while, the static inside the helmet flickered a few times, and the image returned to normal.

However, the cosmic battlefield in the scene was now empty. The previous earth-shattering energy fluctuations had disappeared without a trace, and the domain had also dissipated. The camera slowly moved and finally focused on the two world-destroying cards.

After a cold, electronic scan, a striking line of data appeared before everyone's eyes—[Number of Ghost Satellites Remaining: 11].

Eleven.

This number struck like a hammer blow to everyone's heart.

The interns stared wide-eyed at each other, bewildered: "They fired...the next one?!"

The 003 cataclysmic disaster, a nightmare that has plagued the Spirit Control Bureau for sixteen years, has been addressed with countless measures that are merely stopgap measures. Twelve ghost satellites can effortlessly annihilate humanity's most technologically advanced space fleet in minutes.

And this young king, in less than two months after taking office, successfully destroyed a satellite.

Although the complete removal of all twelve is still a long way off, this is undoubtedly a ray of light breaking through the darkness and a real hope for eradicating 003.

The screening room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only heavy breathing as the only sound.

"A duel..." an intern murmured, his voice filled with regret. "Sir, is there a replay?"

"Yes, I want to watch it all."

"No." Qi Mengsi's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Tang Xin slumped down, pursed her lips, and spoke in a muffled voice. Missing the scene of Lord Wang Shou's killing move felt like a huge loss.

Xia Sheng gently stroked his chin, his brows furrowed, and a fleeting electronic glint flashed in his eyes.

Fragmented images flashed through his mind, and he muttered to himself, "[Red Dragon], [Crimson Lotus Demon - Evil], the epic [Called One of Annihilation]..."

The amount of information in this duel far exceeded his expectations.

Li Guanqi was also quietly reviewing the game.

Judging from the result alone, the duel was, as he had predicted, very 'boring' and a complete rout.

It's so boring it can be summed up in eight words: "Double-swords pointing at the escort, accelerating the chaos."

After the acceleration phase, the rest of the game is irrelevant; it's all garbage time. Reishart only has two face-down cards left and can't get past the White Dragon's board.

The key is [Crimson Lotus Demon - Calamity].

Reishart probably never imagined that the face card was the [Called One for Annihilation].

Activating [Prayer] costs off [G of Proliferation], leaving two [Called One of Annihilation]. This move is enough for future generations to study for a lifetime.

The appearance of [Red Dragon] and [Crimson Lotus Demon - Calamity] is certainly shocking, with their spirituality capable of destroying the world. However, in terms of the duel itself, they are merely products of going first. If you give [Tears] and [Marys] the first move, you can create an even more despairing scene.

What truly has a deterrent effect is that epic-level [Called Name for Annihilation].

"It's truly... incomprehensible," Li Guanqi sighed softly.

As I pondered this, the risk warning screening was nearing its end.

The scene shifts back to the ground.

The girl in black robes carried the unconscious Leshardt with one hand, as if he were a tattered sack, back to the ground.

After a deathly silence, the reporters' faces contorted in agony, and countless flashes erupted from their cameras.

Amidst the awe-inspiring yet horrified gazes of the officials, the girl in black casually tossed Reishardt to a waiting combat robot, yawned nonchalantly, and uttered a seemingly insignificant yet historically significant statement:
"Consider it a confession."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flashes from the cameras intensified, creating a cacophony of clicks.

The phrase "Consider it a confession" swept across the internet, and the shocking photo of the ghost satellite in space changing from 12 to 11 also spread throughout the underworld. In an instant, online public opinion underwent a dramatic reversal.

The previous doubts, ridicule, and smears against Wang Shou were instantly drowned out, replaced by a tidal wave of praise and worship. In this world where strength reigns supreme, a resounding victory is enough to change everything. Wang Shou's haters fell silent, while his supporters were elated, their voices growing louder and louder.

Before the hype had even died down, two days later, the Bureau of Spirit Control, in the name of the King, released a brief but weighty announcement on its official website:
"In Biantana, a duel can decide a lot of things."

"Including the question of who will hold the position of King's Hand."

"If you can defeat me in a duel, I can do whatever I want with you, and I can even give you the position of King's Hand."

"However, more important than the duel itself is the right to a duel on equal footing with me."

"Before you challenge me, you should also stake something of equal value to the throne of the King's Hand."

"For example, the life of a clock hand."

"For example, 100,000 grams of negative cubic crystal."

The announcement concluded with a profound statement.

"100,000 grams of negative cubic crystal shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

These words caused an uproar around the world.

The phrase "duel qualification" overshadowed all other trending topics, instantly topping the charts and sparking heated discussions worldwide.

If you defeat the Queen in a duel, you can do whatever you want with her and also gain the title of Queen.

But to duel with the King requires qualifications, and there's a price tag—100,000 grams of negative cube crystal, or the life of a clock hand.

This statement is still prominently displayed on the homepage of the official website of the Bureau of Spirit Control, openly declaring war.

When the video ended, everything went black before the interns' eyes, and all that could be heard from their helmets was the lingering crackling of electricity.

Looking at the crowd below the stage, Qi Mengsi said softly, "Take off your helmets."

"Huh? Oh..." The interns seemed to wake up from a dream, and hurriedly took off their helmets.

Some faces beneath the helmets still showed shock, while others were completely bewildered. Tang Xin rubbed her throbbing temples; the energy shock from just now was so real that she still had some tinnitus.

Just as everyone's eyes adjusted to the lighting in the screening room, a huge holographic projection suddenly unfolded in mid-air, clear and bright.

"The mission of the Spirit Control Division is only one." Qi Mengsi held a laser pointer and gently tapped it, and two World Destruction Cards appeared on the projection. "Destroy 003."

She paused, glanced at the bewildered interns below, and announced in a calm tone, "This task is now entrusted to you."

"Huh?" Tang Xin was stunned, her mouth slightly agape. She subconsciously pointed to herself, her voice filled with disbelief: "Eliminate...eliminate 003? Us?"

Her little brain couldn't quite grasp it at first. A 003 that even a nuclear bomb couldn't break through, and you want us to dismantle it? Really?
The other interns were also in an uproar, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"No... Your Excellency, this..."

"Isn't this a bit... outrageous?" a girl muttered softly, her voice barely audible, as if afraid that Qi Mengsi would hear her.

Li Guanqi didn't speak. He simply raised his head slightly, his gaze falling on the two cards projected on the screen. He frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Who is the enemy?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the surrounding chatter.

Qi Mengsi glanced approvingly at Li Guanqi and nodded with satisfaction: "The core enemy is the twelve-hour hand."

"You've all probably heard of the Zhong Organization, right?"

The projected image then switched to the logo of the Bell Organization, featuring a purple ouroboros.

"This is a spiritual infiltration organization whose core doctrine is to spread negative emotions, and its headquarters have not yet been discovered."

“You could grab anyone in the satellite district and they might claim to be a follower of ‘The Bell’,” Qi Mengsi said calmly. “This organization uses various means to induce and amplify negative emotions, with the goal of making more people fall ill.”

“Most people at the bottom are just following orders and don’t know the real purpose of their actions. They only know that there will be a reward for completing the tasks from above.”

“Actually,” she pressed the controller, and the projected image returned to the two doomsday cards, “as the number of patients increases, the acetylene fluctuation of 003 will continue to rise and become stronger.”

Everyone subconsciously looked at the data marked below the projection. They still clearly remembered that when the 003 cataclysmic disaster was first detected, its extreme value of argon fluctuation was only 2.5 million.

However, just sixteen years later, this number has grown to more than seven million, an increase of nearly five million.

“If…if it continues to grow…” An intern’s voice was hoarse, and he couldn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Qi Mengsi took a deep breath, her voice becoming more subdued: "The endpoint is the extreme value of ten million. Reaching that value will be the moment when a 'miracle' descends."

She looked around at everyone and asked, word by word, "Do you think it's better for Zhong to raise 003 to the maximum value of ten million first, or for us to remove the twelve hour hands first?"

There was a deathly silence in the audience, broken only by heavy breathing. The question was too heavy, making everyone feel as if they couldn't lift their heads.

"Well, then it shouldn't be too difficult, right?" a boy forced to speak, trying to break the suffocating silence. "Lord King Hand, didn't you just instantly kill a clock hand? Clean and efficient!"

“Yes, yes, yes! I heard they detained someone before, was his name ‘Director’?” Someone quickly chimed in.

Qi Mengsi nodded and said softly, "'The director' is indeed locked up, but he hasn't been purified yet."

"That's still amazing!" Tang Xin's fighting spirit was ignited, and her voice became even louder. "Lord Wang has only been in office for less than two years, and he has already taken care of two! The remaining ten certainly won't be able to cause trouble for long! I think it's a good idea!"

(End of this chapter)