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

Chapter 294 Hero, Touring the City of Binaire
Tang Xin frowned deeply, secretly assessing the intensity of the training, her competitive spirit only intensifying.

These are all necessary steps to becoming a duelist of destiny!
"Report, report." In the queue, Luli timidly raised her hand, her voice barely audible, "Wh-what is a balance beam obstacle?"

Her face was deathly pale, her head hung low, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.

All eyes instantly turned to her, including Qi Mengsi's. Their expressions varied, ranging from surprise and confusion to disdain.

How can a citizen not even understand a basic training exercise like the balance beam?
How did she pass the practical assessment?
Tang Xin turned her head slightly, looking at Luli shrinking into the ground as if she wanted to crawl into a hole. She frowned, a hint of pity flashing across her face. She wanted to say something, but when she saw Qi Mengsi's expressionless face, she ultimately didn't speak.

Luli lowered her head even further under all those gazes, her cheeks flushing red.

"Bian Yuelong-Luri" Qi Mengsi's gaze lingered on her for a moment, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "First, we'll do the shuttle run, then we'll go through the balance beam obstacle. I'll explain in detail."

"Now, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," came a weak, fragmented reply.

"Very good." Qi Mengsi's lips curled into a very faint smile, so quickly that it seemed like an illusion.

“I’m a woman too,” she said coldly, surveying the crowd. “Don’t expect me to be gentle with you. All your little tricks for dealing with men, or your attempts to gain sympathy by playing the victim, are useless against me.”

Before she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist and pulled out a dark red thorny whip from somewhere. The whip was covered with fine barbs that gleamed coldly in the morning light.

"Snapped!"

The long whip pierced the air and struck the hard playground surface with a piercing crack, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

The girls all shuddered, and a few of the more timid ones let out short gasps before quickly covering their mouths.

"This older sister is too fierce." Tang Xin frowned, a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Yu Wanyin's pupils contracted slightly, and her expression turned serious: "Is this whip for real?"

"Now, run!" Qi Mengsi's voice suddenly rose, carrying a queenly majesty.

"Yes!" After a few scattered responses, the girls dared not hesitate any longer and hurriedly took their steps, rushing towards the designated track.

In an instant, footsteps filled the playground, and rapid breathing gradually rose.

A classic quote was broadcast over the entire training ground.

It's okay to run slowly now, it's okay to be laughed at.

Don't wait until you need to run fast.

I hate that my thighs are so weak.

Back then, it wasn't just about losing face, it was about losing your life.

The world needs you.

Go for it, young people!

As soon as the words were spoken, the broadcast switched to Yan Lang's loud, clear voice: "A duel can determine many things, but the qualification for a duel is even more important."

"Have you forgotten? In the underwater arena, you can only be trapped in bubbles and decided by others."

Upon hearing this, many in the boys' group visibly faltered. Amidst their heavy breathing, their eyes darted around as they recalled the helplessness they felt in the dark depths of the sea. If either Li Guanqi or Lin Chen had chosen to abandon the battle back then, their fates would have been rewritten.

"You should be glad that Li Guanqi and Lin Chen, who qualified for the duel, are both belligerent, and it just so happens that they ended up in a draw." Yan Lang's voice rose again.

"Think carefully, how did they qualify for the duel and seize the control panel?"

The scene of Li Guanqi and Lin Chen fighting over the control panel involuntarily flashed through everyone's minds. "It's top-notch reaction speed and muscle!" Yan Lang suddenly roared.

Before he finished speaking, Xia Sheng, who was running near Li Guanqi, gritted his teeth and exerted force with his legs, suddenly increasing his speed. Immediately afterward, Yu Wancha was not to be outdone. He let out a muffled roar, his muscles bulging, and chased after him.

The other boys also seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, and they all sped up, instantly creating a small chasing frenzy on the playground.

Li Guanqi was stunned: "No way, this is a competition?"

There was no prize for finishing the 3,000 meters ahead of schedule.

However, Instructor Yan Lang did hit a point: a duel can indeed decide a lot, but ultimately only two people can participate in a duel.

Only two people are the decision-makers; everyone else is the one being decided.

This brings us to the concept Wang Shou mentioned—duel qualification. Qualification is a complex term, and no one has a standard for it.

Meanwhile, in the girls' line, Qi Mengsi coldly watched the female interns doing shuttle runs in front of her.

Her sharp gaze swept over every face flushed from the strenuous exercise, finally settling on Luli, who was clearly lagging behind the group and staggering.

“I know.” Qi Mengsi’s voice clearly reached the ears of every girl. “Many of you here got into this school because of men.”

"Rely on friends, relatives, or lovers."

Upon hearing this, Luli trembled, her already pale cheeks losing even more color, and she almost tripped. Tang Xin frowned, biting her lower lip. Yu Wanyin maintained her running pace, but the faint smile on her lips faded.

Qi Mengsi did not turn around, her voice suddenly turning stern: "But you must remember, protection obtained from others is the least reliable thing."

Even the closest people will leave you one day.

"This world has no pity for weaklings who only know how to show weakness!"

"Put away your unrealistic fantasies. If you want to be pampered like a princess, you must be prepared to be shattered. If you want to become a queen who controls her own destiny, then fight with sweat and blood!"

"Queen." No one from the girls responded, only their increasingly heavy breathing and more determined footsteps. Luli, running at the back, gritted her teeth, her small frame radiating a faint but stubborn strength as she struggled to keep up with the group.

Thousands of miles away, on the outskirts of the Order of the Monarchy branch.

Amidst the ruins, a few crooked tents barely held together, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell and the strange odor of burning cheap spices.

In the corner, a priest in a faded robe was squatting in front of a thin little girl, his voice deliberately soft: "Child, don't be afraid. In less than ten years, God will descend and personally cleanse the world of all suffering."

The little girl sniffed, her small, red hands clutching the tattered hem of her clothes tightly.

"At that time, we will no longer be sad, no longer suffer," the priest's voice was seductive. "The world will usher in true peace."

"The divine being... has descended..." the little girl murmured repeatedly, a glimmer of light appearing in her previously dim eyes at this empty promise, "No more pain..."

“World… peace…” She paused, then asked softly, “Will the Peace… Alliance give out bread? Like the kind my mom buys for me, the sweet kind.”

The priest smiled, his eyes filled with compassion: "Good child, we are with the gods, we will never go hungry again, the gods will protect us." He leaned closer, his voice lower, like a snake flicking its tongue, "Then, you will be able to see your mother again."

"Mommy..." The little girl's body trembled slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, "I miss Mommy so much..."

“Come, child, drink this.” The priest took out a slender glass tube from his pocket, which contained a liquid that shimmered with a strange purple light. “This is holy water bestowed by the gods. The more we drink, the sooner the gods will descend. Drink it with your friends, and you will soon see your mother.”

Where there is an inhibitor, there is also a catalyst.

The catalyst can activate the symbiotic Kakalin, causing the sanity rate to plummet instantly.

The little girl trembled as she took the medicine. She looked up, her gaze unconsciously passing through the purple liquid to the priest's chest, where her heart was. She vaguely heard a low, mournful call, like her dead mother beckoning to her.

"Mommy..." The little girl slowly opened her mouth, her eyes becoming hazy.

"Pfft—!"

A muffled thud was followed by the sound of liquid bursting.

A claw covered in fine black scales suddenly burst out from behind the priest's chest, its sharp fingertips precisely grasping the catalyst. With a sudden burst of force, the glass tube and the medicine inside were instantly crushed to pieces, splattering purple liquid everywhere.

The little girl trembled with fear, her mouth agape but unable to utter a sound; her expression of extreme terror froze on her face.

"Ugh...ah..." The priest let out incoherent groans, his body convulsing violently. All his strength seemed to have been drained, and a tearing pain emanated from the depths of his soul. "Wh-who is it?"

The priest turned his head with difficulty, trying to see the appearance of the attacker behind him.

Normally, a blow that pierces the heart is certainly fatal, but it is unlikely to extinguish the soul.

But there are always some unknown beings in the world whose "dark claws" can not only destroy the body, but also erase the soul.

Before he could finish speaking, the pitch-black claw suddenly lashed out, spraying out a spray of warm blood.

The priest's eyes widened, his body swayed, and he fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground, where he remained silent, his eyes still wide open, filled with extreme fear and resentment.

A figure draped in a wide black robe appeared where the priest had fallen. The robe had no insignia and the edges were worn.

"You, you are—" The little girl stared at the man, so frightened that she backed away and fell to the ground with a thud, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

It's no wonder she lost her composure; the man's face under his hood was simply too terrifying.

It must have been a woman; the left side of her face was deathly pale, like a vampire from legend; the right side of her face, from the corner of her eye to her jaw, was covered with several deep, bone-revealing claw marks, old and new, twisted and grotesque.

"You...bad, bad person!" The little girl cried, unable to think of any more vicious words. She grabbed a small stone from the ground and threw it at the woman in black with all her might.

The pebbles landed softly on the woman in the black robe's shoulder and rolled to the ground.

The woman didn't flinch; she simply strode towards the little girl and then slowly knelt down in front of her.

The little girl closed her eyes in despair, awaiting the same fate as the priest. She was very young, but she had witnessed many cases of hearts being ripped out.

However, the heart-wrenching pain I had anticipated did not come.

She secretly peeked through a crack in her eye.

The woman in the black robe stretched out her dark hand, which had just ripped out the priest's heart and was stained with dark red blood. In her palm, however, a small, emerald green five-leaf clover had appeared.

The five-leaf clover symbolizes hope and miracles.

The woman handed the five-leaf clover to the little girl, and a warm smile, like the sun, bloomed on her scarred, half-pale, half-grotesque face: "My name is Yuuki Hinai."

She paused, smiled, her voice hoarse but firm.

"He's a hero."

“Hero…” The little girl slowly widened her eyes, staring blankly at the five-leaf clover in front of her, then at Binel’s terrifying face. For some reason, a hot tear uncontrollably slid down from the corner of her eye and fell onto the dusty ground.

Hero, such an unfamiliar yet heartwarming word.

“Miracles are rare, but they do exist.” Binaire handed the five-leaf clover to the little girl, stood up, and walked to the priest’s corpse.

After searching for a while, she finally found the internal communication device of the Order House.

"Hello, hello, hello, can you hear me?"

"This is the King's Purifier, Clover, the City Wanderer."

"I have something I'd like to give to your Pope. Please send someone to receive it."

(End of this chapter)