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

Chapter 309 If you don't get up soon, you'll be advancing to the battle rank!

In the real world, on the Youlan Islands, in a male dormitory.

"bell--"

Xia Sheng opened his eyes the moment the bell rang, and calmly sat up. He hadn't slept all night. For him, who could sleep for hundreds of years in the underworld, sleep in the mortal world was dispensable.

Sunlight squeezed through the narrow gap in the curtains, cutting a bright streak of light across the cold floor.

"Holy crap... my back..." A bloodcurdling scream came from the next bed. A burly roommate grimaced as he tried to sit up, only to fall back down heavily. "Is the drill instructor a devil? It hurts so much—"

"Ouch—this is amazing!" Another roommate was propping his chin up with his hand, stiffly moving his body like a robot with a stiff neck.

Yu Wancha didn't join them in their wailing and howling, but he frowned and silently pressed his aching calf muscles, also bearing a huge physical burden.

Xia Sheng stared blankly at the group of clowns. He felt no soreness at all; this level of training was less strenuous than his walks in the underworld.

The dormitory was filled with complaints, but one bed was unusually quiet.

Xia Sheng paused as he put on his shoes and got out of bed, his gaze sweeping towards Li Guanqi's bed.

Li Guanqi was still lying in bed, his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips moving slightly, as if he were struggling in his dream. This was definitely not a peaceful sleep.

“Li Guanqi?” Xia Sheng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. “Wake up, it’s dawn.”

The person on the bed showed no reaction.

"Ouch—my back!" The screams from the next bed continued, but they soon noticed the strange thing happening here.

"What's wrong with Old Li? He's sleeping so soundly."

"Maybe it's better not to wake up, this is really awful."

"Wake up." Xia Sheng pressed harder, placing his hand on the man's neck, which felt icy cold to the touch.

The other roommates realized what was happening, stopped what they were doing, and gathered around, shouting all at once.

"Old Li! Wake up!"

"The beautiful swordswoman is coming with the meat!"

"If you don't get up soon, you'll be advancing to the battle rank!"

No matter how they called out to him, Li Guanqi remained fast asleep, his face contorted with pain. His roommates' tone shifted from teasing to urgent.

Xia Sheng's eyes narrowed, and without further hesitation, he lifted Li Guanqi's wrist. On the screen of the wrist terminal, the "rationality rate," which represents mental stability, was displayed as 76%.

But in the instant everyone was watching, the number suddenly flashed and jumped to 75%.

Xia Sheng's pupils suddenly constricted.

His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the noise: "Go and call the instructors and medical staff, quick!"

One of his roommates was stunned by his calm yet urgent tone, and immediately realized what was happening, scrambling out of the dormitory.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and Yan Lang and Qi Mengsi arrived at the dormitory with several hovering medical robots.

Qi Mengsi quickly glanced at Li Guanqi's condition on the bed, and her face darkened: "He still fell for it."

She turned to the medical robot and ordered: "Immediately transfer him to the Class A isolation ward for intensive psychological intervention."

"This is troublesome." Yan Lang frowned as he looked at the scene, then turned to Xia Sheng and the others, and said in an unquestionable tone, "This is none of your business. Everyone go to the cafeteria for lunch immediately, and then assemble at the training ground. Don't spread this around."

The first instinctive reaction when something happens to the Bureau of Spirits is to block the news and prevent panic from spreading.

Xia Sheng and the others left the dormitory with worries. Qi Mengsi, a member of the group, asked her direct group leader Yan Lang to go with the training, while she took Li Guanqi to the A-level isolation medical room.

Inside the Class A isolation medical room, the air was as cold as a knife.

Several hovering medical robots glided silently, their robotic arms connecting various wires to recruit Li Guanqi, while bright indicator lights flashed under the operating lights.

On the central display screen, a series of complex data streams refreshed like a waterfall, with one scarlet number standing out starkly.

"Rationality rate, 72%... and still decreasing!" A doctor in a white coat stared intently at the screen. "Abnormal brainwave activity frequency, with a huge difference between peak and trough values. What kind of dream is this?!"

“It doesn’t seem like a dream.” Zhang Zhiyu adjusted her glasses and pulled up an EEG chart. “Look at this waveform. It has logic and fluctuations, like a high-intensity game… A normal person’s subconscious wouldn’t construct something so intricate.”

Her words made the temperature in the room drop even further.

"The audience weaves dreams." Qi Mengsi stood in the corner, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

This word made the doctors pause, their expressions instantly turning grim.

"What are the attributes and race of his symbiotic card?" a male doctor immediately asked, as this was the primary direction for stabilizing his sanity rate. "We need guidance."

Zhang Zhiyu paused, remained silent for a moment, and then shook her head: "I don't know."

"I don't know?!" The doctor's voice trembled as he asked the question. "How could someone his age not know? How did he fill out the forms?! Didn't he consult room 505?"

"I've consulted them, but I just don't know," Zhang Zhiyu said softly, with a hint of guilt.

"Prepare for 'mental beacon implantation' immediately!" another senior doctor declared decisively, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Whatever it is, stabilize his core cognition first; we absolutely cannot let his rationality rate drop below 65%!"

"Wait!" Zhang Zhiyu suddenly pointed to another screen, "Look at the body temperature and heart rate! They're both rising!"

All eyes were instantly drawn to him. "He...he's resisting." Zhang Zhiyu swallowed, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "His subconscious is fighting against the audience's mental intrusion. There's still hope!"

"Quickly, initiate mental intervention!"

The infirmary instantly returned to a tense yet orderly flurry of activity, with various instructions ringing out one after another.

The rationality rate is the rate at which "I" control "I". When a person's dreams become deeper and deeper, even to the point of being trapped in a dream within a dream, "I"'s perception of "I" becomes weaker and weaker.

Once this value drops below 50%, even if a person is forcibly awakened, the consciousness that awakens in that body is no longer the original "me"; the "me" has been squeezed out.

Qi Mengsi leaned against the cold wall, arms crossed, watching the busy medical staff. Her mind raced, and she connected with the Purifiers' group of nine, but hesitated to speak, finally uttering only a vague sentence.

Rose: "@【】, I've fulfilled the audience's dream, can I walk out of it on my own?"

Blank: "It's difficult. To beat the audience, you have to give up daydreaming and prevent being spied on."

Rabbit: "Isn't that just starting with a random move? How can you fight against a fantasy with a random start?"

"Fate belongs to kings and heroes; ordinary people shouldn't even think about it."

The original quote from "Duel Fairy Tale" is: Fate belongs to kings and heroes, but demons have their own schemes.

Mermaid: "Statistically speaking, there is still a chance of winning."

There is a theoretical failure rate for the audience. First, the challenger must get the first move, and second, give up wishful thinking and start randomly. This way, the audience cannot read minds and cannot match the seal.

Unable to read minds, when daydreaming, one can only create decks based on the deck information one has read, such as four hand traps plus a lop-eared rabbit or four hand traps plus a moving point. If one reads that the opponent's deck is heavily reliant on traps, the starting hand may be a large removal spell.

Based on this, if the challenger's random starting move cannot be countered by the audience, then there is a chance of winning, but it is very, very difficult, possibly one in ten thousand.

Those who can obtain this one in ten thousand are either masters with a 'future simulator' or writers whose 'words become law'.

Swordsman: "Give up on people who aren't important, right now."

Mahjong: "Busy and unable to provide support."

Shadow Mist Lady: "Don't give up! Trust your informant, Miss Rose! A miracle will happen!"

"I'll go! Behold the arrival of my hero!"

Rose: "Stop, stop, stop! I appreciate your kindness, but you should keep an eye on the Pope. I'll take care of things here—"

"He accepted the duel himself, so he has to face it himself."

Blank: "Don't worry, it will be alright."

Qi Mengsi was taken aback and quickly asked, "You, you went to see it?"

Wang Shou's prediction of duels is free and is a passive skill. For matters outside of duels, one must go to the Rebirth Shop to cooperate with the machine operation. Each prediction requires consuming thousands of negative cubes, and one glance costs billions.

Normally, it's not worth looking at the future for the sake of an informant.

Blank: "I didn't go. I just wanted to comfort you because you seemed nervous."

Rose: "Sigh, is being my informant really this bad?"

This isn't the first time Li Guanqi has fallen victim to the audience's scheme; it's happened more than a dozen times over the years. The most terrifying part of the audience's dream-weaving is actually when they rescue the person.

Those who were rescued could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.

A very small number of people might even hate her for saving them, hate her for shattering their dreams, and want to fight her to the death, even betraying her to join the audience.

Qi Mengsi turned away indifferently, leaving the suffocating infirmary and returning to the noisy training ground.

Under the glaring sunlight, the new recruits were standing at attention when Qi Mengsi's appearance caused a slight pause in the atmosphere on the sidelines.

Tang Xin caught a glimpse of Qi Mengsi out of the corner of her eye, immediately feinted away from the fight, and jogged over.

"Instructor!" Her face was covered in a light sheen of sweat from training and she couldn't contain her urgency. "Um... where is Li Guanqi? Why didn't he come to training?"

Qi Mengsi glanced at her coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth: "Go back to your seat."

"But……"

"He's sick; he's in the infirmary."

"Sick? What's wrong? How serious is it?"

"You seem so nervous, are you his family member?" Qi Mengsi interrupted her with a playful smile.

"No." Tang Xin choked for a moment, lowering her head, but only for a second before she suddenly looked up, her face flushed. "Friend, friend, can't a friend show some concern!"

Qi Mengsi stared at her for two seconds, a mocking smile curving her lips: "Friends? In a place like this, caring about others is the most useless emotion. It will only distract you. You'd be better off practicing your punches."

After saying that, she ignored Tang Xin and walked straight to the center of the field, clapping her hands.

"Everyone, double the training volume!"

Tang Xin returned to her original position, clenched her fists, and looked up at the direction of the infirmary, her worry still lingering in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)