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

Chapter 291 Signing the Contract (-Sparrow, The End)

Tang Xin waved her little fist, her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.

"Yeah, yeah!" Infected by Tang Xin's optimism, everyone joined in the cheering, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes.

"We can do it if we follow in Lord Wang's footsteps!"

"Yes, let's set a small goal, one a year!"

Li Guanqi, however, remained frowning and solemn. He felt that the twelve-hour hand was not as simple as they imagined.

If they were really that easy to deal with, the Bureau of Spirit Capture wouldn't have failed to capture a single one in the previous ten years or so.

Qi Mengsi looked at the atmosphere below the stage, which had become lively again, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. She changed the subject and her voice was very penetrating: "The highest authority of the Council, Hu Ji, is just a clock hand."

"Code name: Goddess; ability: seduction."

Upon hearing this, the lively atmosphere instantly froze. Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, yet no sound came out.

Qi Mengsi anticipated this reaction and continued calmly, "You've all read 'Duel Fairy Tale,' right? It's Biantana's textbook-level work."

"I'm sure everyone can recite the classic quotes inside by heart."

"From the initial enlightenment of duels to the later magnificent battle of the gods, this is a masterpiece that spans nearly five hundred years of history, a truly great book."

The interns looked at each other, puzzled as to why the bishop would suddenly bring up the "Duel Fairy Tale," hailed as the "Biantana Bible," and what it had to do with the twelve-hour clock.
"Could it be..." Tang Xin seemed to suddenly think of something extremely terrifying, her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and a bone-chilling cold surged uncontrollably throughout her body.

Li Guanqi's heart skipped a beat. An absurd and terrifying thought uncontrollably surfaced, and he managed to stammer, "The author of that book, Bai Jian'an... she..."

He had certainly read the book; every chapter's duel was written with great excitement and passion, and he even followed it.

"Duel Fairy Tale" Status: Ongoing.

Author Bai Jian's Security Network followers: 2.56 billion.

The most followed person in the world, of course, most of them have died in the past four hundred years, and they died before the author updated.

"Without a doubt, Bai Jian'an made an indelible and enormous contribution to the popularization and promotion of dueling in the Seventh Era, and 'Duel Fairy Tale' inspired countless lost souls." Qi Mengsi said softly, her tone neither praising nor regretting. "But, she was also a clock hand."

"Code name: Writer, abilities unknown, possibly a story guide."

She was speaking when the audience fell silent, their eyes glazed over.

"This...how is this possible—!" Tang Xin suddenly stood up from her seat, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

She wanted to vehemently refute this, to say that it was absolutely impossible. How could the writer who used words to build dreams and courage for countless people be an enemy? How could he be a villain who spreads negative emotions?

However, looking at Qi Mengsi's calm and unwavering eyes, all his words of rebuttal stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Her idol collapsed, her faith collapsed.
"Bai Jian'an, this is the clock hand."

The air was eerily still.

A refined-looking boy sitting in the front row, wearing black-rimmed glasses and who usually liked to read a book called "Duel Fairy Tales," suddenly started shaking violently.

His face flushed red, his eyes welled up with tears, and his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

“No…it’s impossible…” A girl next to him shook her head subconsciously, staring blankly ahead, seemingly unable to accept this fact.

Unlike Huki's pure tyranny, the supreme authority of the Council, though intimidating, is on their side. The interns are not desperate at heart. Power can oppress people, but it can also provoke stronger resistance.

But Bai Jian'an... all the more than two hundred interns present, including Li Guanqi, this 'outsider', were her loyal readers, only to varying degrees.

"Duel Fairy Tale" is more than just a book; it is the initiation of dueling for a generation, the spiritual sustenance for countless nights, and the source of their initial yearning and dreams for dueling.

"Fate's Duelist"—these five simple words have been the spiritual totem of Biantana for centuries.

“If Bai Jian’an opposes the Spirit Control Bureau in the book…” Li Guanqi frowned, and his voice sounded particularly abrupt in the dead silence as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No way!" Tang Xin suddenly turned her head, her eyes bloodshot, tears welling up in her eyes, and roared, interrupting Li Guanqi's words.

Her chest heaved violently. After yelling, she realized it was Li Guanqi. She deflated like a punctured balloon, her gaze faltering, her momentum waning. She lowered her head, her voice thick with nasal congestion, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Eighth Brother..."

Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was trying to hold back her tears, and her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

Li Guanqi didn't notice her lapse in composure. He simply reached out and gently tugged at her sleeve, gesturing for her to sit down.

“There’s really no need to worry about that.” Qi Mengsi’s calm voice broke the tense atmosphere. “The author has communicated with us that ‘Duel Fairy Tale’ will not contain any real-world names of people, places, or factions.”

She paused for a moment, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

The sentence that followed, "Bai Jian'an promised that after the other eleven hands of the clock were purified, she would put a period to this story," was left unsaid.

Saying these things now will only confuse them more.

"Alright." Qi Mengsi let out a soft breath, regaining her usual calm and decisiveness.

She raised her hand and pressed a button on the controller, sending electronic contracts to the terminals in front of each intern.

"If you've thought it through, then sign this contract."

“Once you sign, you will officially become members of the Spirit Control Division, which means you will stand on the opposite side of Hu Ji and Bai Jian’an.” Below the stage, there was silence. The contract interface lit up on the computer screen emitted a cold light, reflecting on the young and bewildered faces.

Risk warnings mean not only facing danger, but also facing 'love'.

"Hey, Chu Chan, how many do you think will be withdrawn?" Mickey nudged Chu Chan beside him with his elbow, lowering his voice with a hint of amusement on his lips.

Chu Chan's gaze swept over the frozen crowd in the room. On the young faces, shock, confusion, worry, and excitement were all mixed together. His eyes were calm, but with a hint of weariness.

The year he entered the Bureau of Spirit Control, the risk warnings only mentioned danger, not 'love'.

In that cohort, only one-tenth retired. Later, when these people took up their posts, they faced rampaging relatives and friends, were unable to fire their guns, delayed their work, and even got themselves into trouble.

Since then, the risk warning has included the "love" part.

The fist should be struck not only at vicious thugs, but also at loved ones.

"Keep a close eye on them, don't look around." Chu Chan glanced at Mickey with annoyance, lowering his voice as if talking to himself, "Choosing to back out at this time might not be a bad thing for them."

Inside, a deathly silence still lingered. Some interns' fingers hovered over the confirmation button, unable to press it, while others lowered their heads, their shoulders trembling slightly.

Li Guanqi, on the other hand, remained relatively calm and was carefully reviewing the contents of the contract.

The Soul Reaper's benefits are indeed generous, with comprehensive insurance, free meals and accommodation, and generous subsidies. The weapons and equipment are also top-notch. More importantly, as a formal agent, most of the missions are carried out in the civilian area, where the danger is far lower than expected.

As for the particularly eye-catching "risk warning," especially the bolded word "love" at the end, it doesn't pose too much of a problem for him at the moment.

He was an absolute "outsider," with no relatives or friends in this world, let alone any "beloved."

He did appreciate Bai Jian'an's work, but to say that he would be heartbroken over it was far from the point. What he cared more about was the ever-increasing argon fluctuations of 003.

This thing looks like it's about to explode.

In sixteen years, the value of 003's arsenal fluctuated from 250 million to 700 million. If it continues to rise at this rate, it will reach the so-called "miracle" tipping point in another ten years.

To put it in the worst-case scenario, he only has ten years left.

The sun is supposed to go out in billions of years, but what does that have to do with my monthly salary of 3,000?
Saying that the end of the world will happen in billions of years is meaningless, but if the timeframe is changed to ten years, then it becomes meaningful.

Qi Mengsi looked at everyone and said seriously, "You have all read the contents of the contract carefully. Those who have signed it can go back to the dormitory to rest. If you decide to withdraw, go to the corridor and tell Detective Chu Chan so that he can take you to clear your memories."

After Li Guanqi checked dozens of boxes, a notification popped up at the bottom of the contract.

You have confirmed all terms and conditions.

Whether or not a contract has been signed

Li Guanqi slightly raised his eyes and looked at the image of the annihilating Outer God Azathoth in the projection, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and gently clicked "confirm".

A faint blue halo rippled from the contract interface, and then Li Guanqi felt the supercomputing ring on his wrist vibrate slightly, and a new prompt popped up on the screen.

[Contract confirmed, registering you as a Soul Reaper agent...]

[Authentication successful... Permissions updating...]

In the blink of an eye, the gray "silkworm" icon at the top of his personal terminal interface, representing the "monitored population," began to flash.

The data stream converges and rotates around the icon, and then, with a soft "click," the gray "silkworm" transforms into a lively and agile "sparrow"—a small blue bird about to take flight.

[Eisen's privileges have been upgraded: from 'Silkworm' level (regulated population) to 'Sparrow' level (ordinary citizen)]

Congratulations, Mr. Li Guanqi! You have obtained full citizenship in Biantana and are entitled to all legal civil rights.

[Internal file established at the Soul Reaping Division: Li Guanqi, Detective (Internship)]

[Internal communication channels are now connected... Basic database access permissions have been granted...]

A series of system notifications flashed before his eyes. Bian Yuelong-Li Guanqi established an unprecedentedly close connection with the massive organization, the Spirit Control Division. Countless hidden gateways opened up to him, and organizations of all sizes gave him the green light all the way.

"Though small, it has all the vital organs."

Li Guanqi's lips curled up slightly in satisfaction.

Li Guanqi, from the Soul-Binding Division, has officially joined the team.

Tang Xin turned her head and saw that Li Guanqi had already signed the contract. She took a deep breath, focused her gaze, and clicked "confirm".

[Contract confirmed, registering you as a Soul Reaper agent...]

[Internal file established in the Soul Reaping Division: Tang Xin, Detective (Internship)]

Tang Xin, from the Spirit Control Division, has officially joined.

Xia Sheng glanced at the two of them, made no move, and remained silent.

He didn't get a signature.

(End of this chapter)