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

Chapter 304 Mediaus
One by one, the people in the dormitory got up. Li Guanqi shook his messy head, feeling tired and sore all over. After washing up, he silently walked towards the training ground.

On the training field, many teams were already standing sparsely. Most of them, like Li Guanqi, had heavy fatigue on their faces and their movements were somewhat slow, as if they had not yet adapted.

Li Guanqi stood silently in the queue, frowning and gently massaging his limbs. He knew this feeling; delayed onset muscle soreness (DOMS) was an inflammatory response that occurred during the repair and reconstruction process of muscle fibers after minor damage caused by overload exercise.

In the past, he would adjust the training volume accordingly and combine it with massage and stretching, but here, there is obviously no such treatment.

However, being able to feel pain is a good thing; people grow through repeated pain.

"What's wrong? You seem distracted." A slightly cold voice sounded beside me.

Li Guanqi was slightly taken aback and turned his head to look. It was Xia Sheng, who was looking at him with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Uh, it's nothing," Li Guanqi replied subconsciously, with a slightly awkward feeling.

Although he and Xia Sheng were roommates, they rarely interacted. Both of them were the quiet type, so it was quite unusual for Xia Sheng to take the initiative to start a conversation today.

Li Guanqi composed himself, lowered his voice, and smiled slightly, "It's just that I feel like I've forgotten something important, but I can't remember it no matter what I do, hehe..."

This is half true and half false.

Indeed, after he got up, he had a strange feeling, like he had forgotten something.

The fake part is that he genuinely doesn't know what this sense of incongruity is, nor is he sure if he has truly forgotten.

Xia Sheng gave him a deep look, then stopped asking and fell silent again.

"Stand up straight!" A thunderous roar echoed across the training ground.

Everyone shivered and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a tall and burly figure on the high platform in front of the training ground.

The man was dressed in camouflage training uniform, his figure upright like a pine tree, his exposed bronze arms bulging with muscles, exuding explosive power.

He had a hideous scar on his face, stretching from his left temple to his jaw, and he was coldly surveying the crooked trainees below the stage.

It was their physical training instructor, Yan Lang, the leader of Group 1 of Department 5, also known as Brother Wolf.

"Look at you all, a bunch of deformed bastards! Did you go thieving last night?" Yan Lang's voice was loud and clear, carrying a wild and authoritative air. "It's good that your limbs are sore! Do you know why they're sore? That's your muscles crying out, yearning to become stronger! This means you're going to build muscle! It's a good thing!"

He paused, a contemptuous smile spreading across his lips: "Yesterday was just a formality to make things easier for you. Things won't be so comfortable starting today!"

"Give it back—!!!" the intern wailed.

"What?!" Yan Lang shouted, "Three months from now, you'll thank me for turning you from a bunch of cowards into real warriors!"

Upon hearing this, the trainees below the stage turned green with fear, and many secretly groaned. However, faced with Yan Lang's fierce gaze, they could only force themselves to stay alert and utter a few scattered replies: "Yes, Instructor!"

"Speak louder!" Yan Lang roared, "You're lacking spirit!"

This sentence is borrowed from Langley.

"Yes, Instructor!" This time, the voices were much more unified and loud.

Li Guanqi stood in the team, his heart filled with bitterness. He didn't know if he could withstand any further increase in intensity.

Compared to these 'natives' who have been influenced by Yi Na for many years, he has only been here for half a month and may not be able to keep up.

Just when everyone thought a new round of grueling training was about to begin, Yan Lang waved his hand, and an assistant instructor dressed in training uniform walked up with a bag filled with fresh, dark green grass leaves that emitted a peculiar fragrance.

"Distribute these things, one for each person," Yan Lang said, pointing to the dark green herbs, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The trainees looked at each other, distributing herbs, but their faces were full of confusion and wariness. These green leaves looked like wild grass picked randomly from the roadside. What did the instructors want them to do?
Li Guanqi also received a plant. The leaves were slightly cool to the touch, with a bit of morning dew. The veins were clear, and the edges had some small serrations. He brought the leaves to his nose and smelled them. A peculiar aroma mixed with a faint medicinal scent entered his nostrils.

His gaze sharpened slightly; the shape and smell of the grass reminded him of something.

A thought struck him, and he murmured to himself, "The herb of twin flowers?"

"Got it all?" Yan Lang's voice rang out again, interrupting his thoughts. "Those who got the grass, now, immediately, eat it!"

"Eat...eat grass?" A commotion arose in the crowd. The trainees' expressions were varied, ranging from shock and confusion to resistance and even a touch of tragic heroism.

One of the bolder boys raised his hand and asked tremblingly, "Instructor, can we eat this... just like that? Or... can we dip it in some vinegar or soy sauce or something?"

Before he finished speaking, a suppressed chuckle rose from the surroundings, but it quickly disappeared under Yan Lang's cold gaze.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Yan Lang's eyes widened, his voice booming, "Eat! That's an order! Anyone who dares not eat will have their training load doubled today!"

Double?!

Upon hearing this, everyone shuddered in fright.

Yesterday's training volume already made them feel like they were dying; if it were doubled, wouldn't they die on the spot?

For a moment, no one cared what the herbs tasted like or whether they were edible. Everyone grimaced and stuffed the herbs into their mouths as if they were going to their doom.

Li Guanqi looked at the blade of grass in his hand and made up his mind. Without further hesitation, he put the blade of grass into his mouth and slowly chewed it.

The grass leaves initially taste slightly astringent and bitter, but as you chew, a cool juice seeps out from the broken veins, and the bitterness is quickly replaced by a strange sweetness.

Just as Li Guanqi swallowed the sweet herbal juice, an indescribable coolness, like a gentle stream, flowed from his throat into his abdomen and quickly spread to his limbs and chest.

The muscles, which had felt heavy and sore as if filled with lead, were soothed by this cool sensation, and the pain quickly subsided like a receding tide. Then, a gentle warmth rose from the lower abdomen, rapidly replenishing the depleted physical and mental energy.

"what?!"

"This...this grass isn't bitter! It's even a little sweet!"

"My God! My legs aren't sore anymore! My hands don't hurt either! It feels like... it feels like I have strength again!"

"This herb has such miraculous effects!"

"Instructor, you are so gentle, I'm dying."

A burst of suppressed gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd. The trainees, who had just been frowning and looking miserable, now had expressions of unbelievable surprise on their faces.

They moved their hands and feet, feeling the lightness and vitality that their bodies had regained, as if the excruciating soreness they had just experienced was merely an illusion.

Li Guanqi also clearly felt the changes in his body. The cool energy flowed through his entire body, not only dispelling fatigue and soreness, but also making him feel refreshed and his mind clearer.

His gaze shifted slightly, and he glanced discreetly at the direction of the women's team's training in the distance, before glancing at Qi Mengsi from afar.

No wonder she became an archbishop; with such miraculous herbs as logistical support, it would be difficult for these trainees to be broken down by training.

Li Guanqi understood, but then another thought arose in his mind.

If you can't train to death, then you'll probably have to train to the point of exhaustion.

This miraculous herb was less a benefit and more a "stimulant" designed to enable them to withstand higher intensity and more brutal training. Sure enough, his premonition was soon confirmed.

After a brief moment of surprise and commotion, Yan Lang grinned cruelly.

"Hiss—" The interns gasped when they saw that smile. "Instructor, instructor."

"Attention!" Yan Lang roared.

The trainees, who were immersed in the miraculous effects of the herbs, were instantly jolted awake from their comfort and straightened their bodies reflexively, their movements faster and more precise than ever before.

Yan Lang surveyed the team below the stage with satisfaction, their spirits now completely renewed, and the scar on his face softened somewhat. But he quickly straightened his expression again, his voice regaining its usual sternness: "Very good! It seems you've all tasted the sweetness of success!"

He paused, a hint of mockery in his voice: "Now that we've regained our energy, we can begin today's 'warm-up exercises'."

He emphasized the words "warm-up exercises" so heavily that the trainees immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, Yan Lang cleared his throat and began to loudly announce the morning's physical training content: "Everyone, please!"

"First, carry a 20-kilogram load and run 5 kilometers armed! Then, navigate a 300-meter obstacle course within a 3-minute time limit! Next, climb a 25-meter cliff face, barehanded, without any tools!"

"Finally, we will have an hour of basic combat training, in pairs, for free sparring!"

As this series of training exercises came crashing down on them, the trainees' eyes widened in shock, and their faces, which had relaxed because of the herbs, fell back down.

Carrying 20 kilograms of weight, running 5 kilometers armed? That's double the amount from yesterday?!

"Report, Instructor!" a boy shouted bravely, "Isn't this... this training volume a bit too much? We..."

"Hmm?" Yan Lang's eyes narrowed, and a chilling killing intent emanated from him. "You have a problem with that?"

The boy felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, and swallowed the rest of his words, stammering, "N-nothing!"

"Shut up if you don't have any!" Yan Lang shouted sternly. "The Spirit Control Division doesn't keep trash! If you want to stay, show us your true abilities! If you want to become stronger, you have to pay more sweat, even blood, than others!"

"Now, each team, take your loadouts in order and begin the cross-country run!"

At Yan Lang's command, several assistant instructors pushed over rows of heavy weighted backpacks. The trainees looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and stepped forward one by one to receive the weights, beginning a new round of grueling training.

“This weight—” Li Guanqi silently shouldered the twenty-kilogram load, his brows furrowing sharply.

The cool sensation from the herbs had not yet completely subsided when he took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening.

The five-kilometer armed cross-country run was still tough for the trainees who had taken medicinal herbs, but it was better than expected. The cooling medicinal effect continued to work in their bodies, supporting them so that they wouldn't collapse halfway through.

Li Guanqi adjusted his breathing, trying to keep his steps even.

Sweat quickly soaked his training uniform, sticking to his body. The heavy load made his shoulders burn with pain, and he had to stop and catch his breath after running only a hundred or two meters.

"Dude, stop curling! Stop curling!"

He gritted his teeth, looking at the back of Juan Wang Xiasheng ahead, a surge of resentment welling up inside him. He took another step and slowly started running.

I had only run a few steps.

"Bang—thump!"

With a muffled thud, accompanied by the heavy sound of a backpack hitting the ground, a figure fell straight forward not far in front of Li Guanqi, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The man was of medium build and wearing the same training uniform. His face was buried in the dust, and his body was twitching slightly.

He was crushed by the 20-kilogram weight.

Li Guanqi's heart tightened. Out of some kind of instinct, he quickly unloaded the weight on his back and rushed to the side of the fallen man. He knelt on one knee and carefully turned the man over.

The man's face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, his eyes were slightly rolled back, and his breathing was rapid and shallow. Li Guanqi reached out to check his carotid artery, and found that his pulse was weak and rapid. He then touched his forehead, and it was burning hot!
"Acute heatstroke!" This diagnosis immediately flashed through Li Guanqi's mind.
"Quick! Ice packs! Or lots of cold water will do! And saline solution!" Li Guanqi looked up and shouted urgently to the trainees who had stopped and gathered around due to the sudden situation, "His body temperature is too high, he is severely dehydrated, and it will be dangerous if his temperature is not brought down!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it stood out clearly in the relatively quiet crowd.

Several trainees looked at each other, somewhat at a loss, and a very few took out a bottle of water and stepped forward.

"What are you looking at!" A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, rang out as Yan Lang strode over, his cold eyes sweeping over the crowd. "What's it to you? Keep running!"

He walked over to the fallen trainee, looked down at him, as if scrutinizing something.

“Instructor!” Li Guanqi stood up and stood between the injured man and Yan Lang. He was exhausted himself, but his eyes were unusually firm. “It’s acute heatstroke. He needs immediate physical cooling and fluid replacement. Training must be stopped immediately and he must be taken to the infirmary!”

Yan Lang frowned, the scar on his face twitching. He stared at Li Guanqi, his voice carrying a sense of pressure: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I'm stating the facts!" Li Guanqi stood his ground, meeting Yan Lang's gaze head-on. "Any training should prioritize ensuring the safety of life!"

"You think you know everything?" Yan Lang scoffed, his tone suddenly sharpening. "This is the Spirit Control Division's training base! It relies on willpower! Human potential is limited by these so-called 'sciences'!"

"If he can't even get through this warm-up, he might as well get out of here!"

"This isn't a matter of willpower! This is a matter of physical limits!" Li Guanqi's voice rose several decibels. "If this drags on any longer, he might suffer multiple organ failure!"

The trainees around them didn't dare to breathe, watching Li Guanqi and Yan Lang confront each other, and they were all sweating bullets.

He's too audacious. Someone who's at the bottom of the pack actually dares to go head-to-head with Brother Wolf.

Just as the atmosphere was tense, the injured man on the ground let out a low groan, his eyelids fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around in a daze, and his gaze finally landed on Li Guanqi's face.

"I... what happened to me..." His voice was hoarse, weak from surviving a disaster.

"You had heatstroke, you almost went to the underworld." Li Guanqi breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to check on him. "How are you feeling? Can you still move?"

The man struggled to sit up, and Li Guanqi quickly helped him up.

"Thank...thank you, brother." The man gasped for breath, forcing a pale smile. "I...I'm fine now, just...a little exhausted."

He stood up unsteadily, his steps still a little unsteady, turned to Yan Lang, and gave a somewhat awkward salute: "Reporting, Instructor, I can still hold on."

Yan Lang snorted coldly, saying nothing more, but gave Li Guanqi a deep, complex look. Then he turned and yelled at the others, "What are you all standing around for? Waiting for your awards? Keep running! Anyone who falls behind can forget about lunch today!"

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly resumed their heavy steps.

The fallen man smiled gratefully at Li Guanqi and prepared to catch up with the group.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Li Guanqi was still a little worried. "Let me run with you, but you can slow down your pace."

The man paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay! Thank you! My name is Mediaus."

Mediatus? Upon hearing this name, Li Guanqi unconsciously raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)