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

Chapter 315 You said you only brought one monster, and it's Kuriboh?

"Is this all the candidates in this year's cohort are capable of?"

As the examiner's sarcastic words fell, the audience fell into a deathly silence. The previous noise and discussion vanished without a trace, and everyone's face was filled with frustration and confusion.

The No. 7 arena has become an insurmountable barrier.

"The candidate who got to stage number 7 is really in trouble." Someone gloated from a corner.

Some people sighed: "Another one has fallen... This Counter Angel is too strong. Its effect is countered as soon as it is activated. I tried to block it with a Wall Monster, but it was blocked by the Wall Monster."

"I've been here since the beginning, and counting the last one, this is the eighth one!"

"It's unstoppable, the points are flowing out like water."

"It's not just the basic score, it's even the dignity that's been taken away. Look at the examiner's eyes, it's like he's looking at a bunch of idiots who haven't even memorized the rules."

"Hmph, it's only because I'm not in arena number 7 that I'm not here, otherwise I would have peed with you all."

Time ticked by, and two more candidates mustered their courage and stepped onto the seventh arena. The result was predictable: one of them couldn't even last three rounds before being defeated by the examiner's impenetrable "Sanctuary of the Sky."

More and more candidates filled the audience seats. Many of them had already been eliminated but were still thinking about it. They wanted to know if anyone had passed. If no one passed, they would immediately criticize the organizers, saying that the intensity of the examiners' tests was not scientifically set.

Just then, the door to Duel Arena B was pushed open from the outside, and several figures walked in, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man with a split-end hairstyle and a monocle. He was dressed in the academy's faculty uniform, but his sharp eyes scanned the room. Behind him were four young students dressed in the same elite uniforms.

Two men and two women appeared, and their confidence and composure, so different from that of ordinary candidates, changed the atmosphere of the entire venue.

"It's the Dean of Studies at the Divine Arts Academy!" someone in the crowd whispered.

"Those four people next to him... could they be the starting members of the academy team?"

"Absolutely! Look at that blonde, that's Medici! And the sophisticated beauty next to her is Finmetre, the hottie Lythera, and that one, the superstar! Grafleur!"

Why did they come to the assessment site?

"I heard that the team is still short one person this year. The five-person team only has four starters so far. The head of the teaching department has come to the recruitment site to pick out promising talents!"

This news was like a boulder thrown into a lake, creating ripples. The candidates, who had been despondent, had a faint spark rekindled in their eyes, but more than anything, they felt ashamed of themselves.

I gently raised my eyes, my gaze sweeping over the four people. My eyes lingered for a moment on Medius, the blond-haired guy, and he seemed somewhat familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place him.

“This one, let’s call him the protagonist, glamorous and dazzling.” The muffled voice of the white paper came from inside the hood. “The protagonist attracts attention wherever he goes, unlike us maggots, who can only crawl and wriggle in the dark.”

I ignored her and just watched the four of them from a distance, watching them being led by the head teacher to a VIP seat with the best view. I muttered to myself, "The main characters, huh?"

The duel on the stage continued, but no one cared about the outcome anymore; everyone's attention was drawn to the arrival of those few prodigies.

After another candidate left the stage dejectedly, the teaching assistant in charge of registration picked up the form in her hand and shouted loudly, "Seventh arena, next!"

He paused, looking at the words on the list, his brows furrowing slightly, as if unsure if he had read it correctly.

"Next, number 110—civilian, 0748."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue fell into an eerie silence for a second, before bursting into suppressed laughter and murmurs.

"A numbered citizen? Did I hear that right? Since when did numbered citizens dare to participate in the entrance exam for the Divine Arts Academy?"

"The Academy of Arts accepts anyone, but they should at least have some self-awareness."

"How did they pass the preliminary selection questions? Those three questions were like gibberish to the numbered applicants, right? They must have copied!"

Upon hearing these discussions, the head of the teaching department showed a hint of displeasure. The fact that a student with the number number had passed the preliminary selection by cheating was a major blow to the college's reputation.

This kind of person should absolutely not be admitted to the academy!

He gave the examiner at arena number 7 a wink, and the examiner nodded to indicate that he had received the signal. Did the person with the number 7 still want to take the test?

Three counterattacks to shatter your dueling dreams!

“It’s our turn.” I looked up and whispered to the white paper inside my hood.

The white paper excitedly shouted, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"Look, isn't that him in that tattered hood? Haha, he doesn't even dare to show his face, how ugly must he be?" The sarcasm and ridicule came like a tidal wave, more jarring than ever before.

"Compared to Medes, really, the difference between people is so great."

In the VIP section, the team members made various movements. Grafair tilted his head back and yawned, as if he was very bored. Lytera covered her mouth and chuckled. Finmet pursed her lips. Midius maintained his sunny smile and looked at the black-robed youth who walked onto the arena.

Amidst countless gazes mixed with contempt, curiosity, and pity, I walked step by step toward the number seven arena.

The crowd parted to make way, as if avoiding something unclean.

Soon, I stood on stage number seven and approached the bespectacled examiner.

The examiner adjusted his glasses, his gaze scrutinizing me as he looked me up and down at my strange attire: "To confirm, are you number 0748?"

His voice was devoid of any emotion; he was simply following procedure.

This was his first time taking the exam as a numbered citizen. Normally, a numbered citizen shouldn't be able to pass the preliminary selection.

I didn't answer immediately, but instead raised my left arm, and with a slight mechanical sound, an old but well-preserved dueling disk unfolded on my arm.

“That’s right,” I said, my voice a little hoarse but clear enough, “I am number 0748.”

The examiner adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the examiner with a condescending air: "The Divine Arts Academy accepts anyone, but not just anyone can get in!"

"Can we begin, teacher?" 0748 asked in a flat, emotionless voice.

In the VIP audience, Finmet frowned slightly: "Discrimination against people of different nationalities, is that not the mission of the Academy of Arts?"

"There are only so many spots, so it's natural to pick the best ones first," Lyra said dismissively, shrugging her shoulders.

"Ha—" Grafair yawned again, "I want to go back to sleep, this assessment is boring."

“You didn’t train at all today,” Midius complained.

On the dueling arena, the examiner raised the dueling disk, his eyes filled with fighting spirit: "You're quite the talker, let me see what kind of deck you can build with that brain of yours."

"Brain? Bro, he's insulting us!" White Paper muttered angrily from inside the hood. "If we win, I'm going to use my Duel Disk to print the word 'stupid' on his face."

0748 ignored her, but simply raised his head, his gaze meeting the examiner's in the shadow of the hood.

"Duel!" (X2)

The duel disks of both sides established a connection, and a virtual data stream flashed between the two. In the center of the arena, two silver floating spheres appeared out of thin air, and their mechanical eyes lit up red.

[Field data loading... Random attack order begins]

A virtual coin spun rapidly in the air, and eventually, the red square representing me landed face up.

【Attack first】

【Red Square】

【The duel begins】

As the cold, electronic voice faded, an eerie silence fell, and thousands of audience members inexplicably held their breath, becoming tense.

"My turn."

Under the shadow of the hood, 0748's voice was unusually calm, his expression unreadable, and his gaze quickly swept over the five cards he had drawn.

"Hmph, come on." The examiner glanced at his hand, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I'd like to see what kind of monster the numbered citizen will summon."

Before he finished speaking, 0748 had already made a move. Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and a card popped out from between his fingers, accurately embedding itself in the magic trap area of ​​the Duel Disk with a soft "click".

“Cover up one card.” 0748’s voice was calm and emotionless.

According to the duel rules, after one player takes a turn, the system will mechanically ask the opponent: "Chain?"

"The first move is to swipe the card?" The examiner frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on 0748's unmoving hood for a moment. A strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Seeing that he didn't react, 0748 didn't stop and slapped down another card: "Cover one card." "Again?" The examiner's pupils contracted imperceptibly, and the surrounding air seemed to stagnate. An unease from the unknown, like the chill of an abyss, quietly spread.

The blue side still shows no intention of chaining attacks, which is quite normal in the early days of dueling culture. After all, concepts like "T0 setup" were like a fantasy in the early days of dueling.

0748 tapped his fingertip lightly, and the third card fell, the movement flowing smoothly: "Cover a card."

"You—" The examiner's voice took on a barely perceptible hoarseness: "Three backstage seats..."

“Cover a card.” 0748 remained unmoved, and the fourth card fell to the ground.

“Uh—” Medius, who was in the spectator stands, turned grim.

The entire audience was momentarily speechless: "Wait, are the numbered citizens really this cunning?"

"Cover a card." Finally, 0748 sent all the cards in his hand to the back row, and the five cards were neatly arranged.

Everyone: "."

After completing the five blocks, 0748 secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This operation had really taken a toll on his mental energy, and he even wanted to raise his hand to wipe away non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead. It was such a satisfying operation, and he was quite satisfied with his "steady" strategy.

"Pfft, haha—" A burst of unrestrained laughter shattered the silence of the arena. Rock 'n' roll babe Lytera laughed so hard she was shaking, her metal jewelry jingling. "First to attack five blocks! Finmet, look at this guy, he's hilarious! How about we bring him into the team?"

She laughed so loudly that she woke up Graffleur.

"How can we recruit people using this kind of tactic!" Finmet's lips twitched slightly, and the sympathy she had felt for 0748 being discriminated against vanished.

Attacking five targets first? This approach doesn't seem like that of a respectable person at all!

In those dueling novels, this kind of start would definitely make him a minor boss in the early stages, and the kind of particularly hateful and cunning villain!
"My turn is over." 0748's voice pulled the still-dazed examiner back to reality, and he "kindly" reminded him, "It's your turn, examiner."

"Good, good, good—" The examiner gritted his teeth and stared at the person, expressing his 'praise' for 0748's first attack.

"It's really yours!"

0748 smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "Please enlighten me, examiner."

A hint of anger, as if he'd been tricked, flickered across the examiner's face. He pushed up his glasses and raised his head arrogantly: "Hmph, so what if you're a five-star citizen? What kind of card can a numbered citizen afford?"

"My turn, draw a card!" He suddenly waved his hand and drew a card.

Divine Punishment

"Pretty!"

This is a three-color counter trap that can negate spell/trap monsters, but it has a prerequisite for activation: there must be a [Sanctuary of the Sky] on the field.

"Discard [Zeradias, Messenger of the Sky] from your hand and activate its effect." The examiner's gaze narrowed as he sent a card from his hand to the graveyard. "Add [Sanctuary of the Sky] from your deck to your hand."

A card popped out of his duel disk, which he caught steadily.

"Activate the area spell—[Sanctuary in the Sky]!"

The moment the card fell, the entire metal floor of the arena vanished into nothingness, and a pure white sea of ​​clouds surged and rose from beneath their feet. A magnificent phantom of a temple appeared and disappeared in the depths of the clouds, its holy light scattering down and enveloping the entire arena.

"I will summon this monster!" The examiner placed a monster card onto the duel disk. "Descend, [Sky Saint Mortius]!"

A beam of light descended from the sky, and within the light, an angel clad in dazzling golden armor and with six wings on his back slowly appeared. His expression was solemn, and his cold gaze looked down at 0748 beneath his hood.

[Sky Saint Mortius] Attack Power: 1600
"They're here! Morey's classic combination!" In the VIP section, Midius leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Hmm.” Fienmet smiled confidently and explained, “As long as [Sanctuary of the Sky] is on the field, every time Teacher Morey activates a Counter Trap, the effect of [Mortius] can destroy one card on the opponent’s field. That newbie looks like he has five cards set, but Teacher Morey only needs to activate two Counter Traps to clear four of them!”

She smiled slightly, her tone carrying a hint of confidence.

"I don't think that newcomer can..."

Before she could finish speaking, 0748 on the field moved.

Just as Mortius descended and the holy light reached its zenith, he raised his hand and pressed it against Gaika in front of him.

"Open the face-down card! Trap Card—[Bottomless Trap Hole]!"

"What?" The examiner's pupils contracted sharply.

A card in front of 0748 flipped over, and the dark abyss depicted on the card came to life. On the holy cloud sea ground, a bottomless black pit appeared, and countless twisted shadow arms stretched out from it, rushing straight at the angel who had just descended.

"【Naraku's Trap Hole】Activates when the opponent summons a monster with 1500 or more ATK." 0748's voice was so calm it was completely unreadable. "Destroy that monster and banish it from the game!"

Before Mortius could even utter a cry of anguish, he was tightly bound by those arms reaching out from hell. His golden armor shattered inch by inch under the corrosive influence of the shadows, his holy wings were torn apart, and he was dragged into the endless abyss.

The pit suddenly closed, and the sea of ​​clouds returned to calm.

"Good, well done!" Having just been tricked, the examiner Morey's lips twitched involuntarily, and his fingers, gripping the card tightly, turned slightly white from the force. He squeezed out a few words through his teeth, his voice dry.

In the VIP section, Finmet's words caught in his throat, his face blank.

“They’re all real traps, not just scary ones, hahaha—” Lyra’s burst of laughter had just subsided when she couldn’t hold back again, laughing so hard that her metal ornaments jingled.

Graffleur opened his eyes, rubbed his ears, glanced lazily at the field, and muttered, "Is it over yet?"

Morey took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger. He glanced at his hand and quickly made a decision.

"Three cards face down, end of turn." He said, holding back his anger, and inserted the three cards into the Duel Disk.

Having done all this, he regained some confidence, his gaze sharpened again, and he stared directly into the shadows beneath the hood.

"So what if there are many traps? Without monsters, you'll always be on the defensive, Minority. How are you going to win?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a renewed sense of superiority, as he tried to steer the duel back under his control.

In the audience, everyone realized what was happening. Yes, one of the five face-down cards had been used, leaving four. But from beginning to end, this player hadn't summoned a single monster. How could he deal damage without monsters?
"you're right."

To everyone's surprise, 0748, hidden under the hood, nodded in agreement.

His tone even sounded somewhat enthusiastic, as if he had found a topic to start a conversation: "In my main deck, I did indeed only include one monster."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Finmet frowned, his eyes filled with incomprehension and absurdity.

The audience began to murmur again, this time not with mockery, but with pure bewilderment.

"Huh? Only one monster?" The examiner chuckled as if he'd heard the funniest joke. "What monster? Worthy of using your entire deck to support it? Do you think it can defeat all of my cards at once?"

"【Chestnut Ball】."

0748 pronounced the name clearly in an extremely serious tone.

To make sure the other person could hear him more clearly, he even used a slightly different accent.

"Kuribo-Daisi".

Upon hearing the name "Kuribo," Morey's playful smile froze.

The murmurs that had just begun to rise in the room came to an abrupt halt.

The entire duel arena fell into a deathly silence.

"..."

"Pfft—Hahahahahaha!"

Lytera could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes.

"This person is really interesting, how about we recruit him? How about we!"

“He said he…” Medius didn’t know how to put it, his expression quite awkward, “…only brought one monster?”

"Or—[Kuriboh]?"

Grafair yawned again, looking utterly bored: "I'm sleepy, he's really dreaming."

(End of this chapter)