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

Chapter 339 Five Interns and an SS-Rank Mission

Nighttime, Youlan Islands, Room 502, South Third Floor.

This place is nominally the trainees' rest area, but in reality, it's the assembly point for mission teams.

Two months of the three-month training period have passed, and the task system has been open for a month. Everyone is busy striving to reach the graduation threshold of 500 points.

"D-level mission, prison security, one player needed for the three-on-one match."

"The interrogation assignment is gone again."

"The patrols are gone, and so is the training."

Most trainees are scrambling for F-level and E-level patrol, study, and miscellaneous tasks, not only competing with their peers but also with previous graduates who haven't graduated yet.

In the back two rows of the lounge, a supercomputing ring projected a blue light screen displaying an SS-level mission and its details.

Five figures surrounded the light screen, the atmosphere heavy.

"Are you serious?"

Yu Wanyin broke the silence first, her gaze fixed on the mission details on the screen.

"Myna..." Tang Xin stared blankly at the task details. "You said you wanted a big one, is this it?"

“Big enough, right?” Li Guanqi’s tone was emotionless. “One task is worth 50,000 points. If the five of us split it equally, that’s 10,000 points each. That’s enough for us to graduate twenty times.”

"It's big enough," Tang Xin nodded. "But how are we going to carry it?"

“I don’t know either, but we had no choice but to go for it,” Li Guanqi said frankly. “We slept together for two months…”

"You're asleep?!" Yu Wanyin's voice suddenly rose, her eyes widening as if she had discovered some earth-shattering juicy gossip.

She grabbed Tang Xin's shoulder, leaned in, and whispered harshly, "Oh, Tang Xin! So that's why you've been gone for two months, you've been out fooling around with men!"

Are you that thirsty?

Although she tried to keep her voice down, the five people were standing close enough that they could still hear her.

"Yu Wanyin!" Tang Xin's cheeks flushed red, both ashamed and angry. "Are you an idiot?!"

She shouted angrily, and the other students in the classroom turned to look at her curiously, but quickly looked away.

"Ahem." Li Guanqi cleared his throat and explained somewhat awkwardly, "We sleep separately."

He paused, then his expression returned to normal: "We missed a month of the mission period. If we just do the low-level tasks step by step, there's simply not enough time. If we want to graduate on time, we have to take a gamble."

"Then...then why did you choose this?" Yu Wancha asked in a low voice. "It looks like a very professional task."

“Intuition,” Xia Sheng, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable force: "I feel I can do it."

Li nodded in agreement, his expression sincere: "Yes, it's intuition."

“That’s right.” Tang Xin straightened her back for no apparent reason and added, “It seems…it really works!”

Yu Wancha and Yu Wanyin, brother and sister, looked at each other, their faces full of question marks.

When did these three people become so eccentric? They've even started practicing metaphysics?
This SS-level mission is a five-person team mission; you can't accept it if there's one less person.

But more importantly, interns can only accept two tasks at a time. Accepting this means they only have one task bar left. If this SS-level task fails, they will not be able to accumulate 500 points in the remaining time with only one task bar.

The consequence of failure is a delayed graduation, which in turn leads to a reduction in benefits.

But... if it really succeeds.

Ten thousand points can not only help them graduate, but the excess points can also be exchanged for gold points, magic cards, or holidays.

"I'll ask one last time." Yu Wanyin took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over Li Guanqi, Xia Sheng, and Tang Xin one by one. "Are you three serious?"

"What on earth are you——"

"Where does this confidence come from?!"

Li Guanqi, Xia Sheng, and Tang Xin leaned back in their chairs in perfect unison, as if they had rehearsed beforehand.

Their faces showed no tension, no hesitation, only an arrogant composure.

The three of them said in unison, their tone calm: "It seems okay."

"Based on just a feeling?" Yu Wanyin frowned. "You—"

She stretched out her finger and pointed at the three inexplicably confident guys in the air.

"Didn't you read the mission description? The potion was created at the end of the Sixth Era, five hundred years ago! This is basically an archaeological mission, requiring knowledge of medicine and history, as well as field exploration."

"Of the three of you, only Li Guanqi knows a little about medicine."

She then glanced at Tang Xin, "What are you doing, a complete novice, meddling in this?"

Yu Wanyin's tone grew increasingly serious, each word distinct: "This is scientific research, not a battlefield. Relying on numbers or effort is useless. Are we going to be sent to our deaths?"

Her reason for refusing was incisive and so realistic that it was impossible to refute.

The air freezes.

Xia Sheng and Li Guanqi fell silent one after the other, and every word Yu Wanyin said was correct.

For Xia Sheng, graduating or not didn't matter; he took on this task purely to verify a crazy conjecture—that was his selfish motive.

For Li Guanqi, there was no way out. There wasn't enough time to complete the mission normally. This SS-level mission was the only hope he saw, and it was also his selfish motivation.

But the two brothers, Yu Wancha and Yu Wancha, were different. They could have graduated peacefully without taking any risks.

But these two siblings are the best friends the three of them have here. If even they refuse, then there's no point in even thinking about it. The mission for the five of them will be completely hopeless.

The only sound in the lounge was the faint hum of the supercomputing ring cooling system.

"You can reconsider..." Xia Sheng was about to speak up to smooth things over.

"So what if I'm an amateur?" Tang Xin's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a needle piercing through the stagnant air.

She held her breath and stared directly at Yu Wanyin: "Back when we were building the metaverse, out of more than a thousand top scientists, who dared to say they could definitely succeed?"

"Don't people all think 'it should be possible' and 'it's worth a try' and then bury themselves in doing it?"

"We can't expect a god who controls time and space to tell us what we can and cannot do, and then we can only do the things that will succeed."

"There is no such god, is there?"

"If we only do what is reasonable and can be accomplished, where will the metaverse come from, and where will miracles come from?"

She spoke more and more fluently, even with a strange excitement, her body leaning slightly forward, her eyes shining.

"I'm telling you, I've thought it all through."

“Look, every year there are students who don’t graduate. They always get together and vent their frustrations.”

"Then someone will ask, 'Hey, why did you repeat a year?'" Tang Xin said, vividly mimicking the tone of a person in the scene.

"Then someone said, 'I failed a D-level mission, blah blah blah.'"

"The other one chimed in, 'I failed a C-level mission, blah blah blah.'"

Tang Xin paused, vividly describing the scene, then turned her head and looked intently at Yu Wanyin.

"Then they'll turn to us and ask how many points we missed and what task we failed?"

"Back then, could we, in a cool and confident way, raise our heads, puff out our chests, display our mission records, and say something pretentious like—"

Tang Xin suddenly stood up from her chair and, mimicking her imagined posture, raised her chin high.

"I—do SS-rank missions."

She looked at the stunned Li Guanqi and the other three, pointed at herself, and proudly shouted.

"Am I not super cool?!"

Yu Wanyin and her brother stared blankly at Tang Xin, who was acting like a drama queen, their mouths agape for a long time.

Even Li Guanqi and Xia Sheng couldn't help but twitch their lips.

To be honest, he's a novelist, and he can talk about it in segments.

After digesting the information for a while, Yu Wanyin's eyes suddenly lit up, and she opened her mouth excitedly and shouted, "So cool! Tang Xin!"

"Brother, let's join!" She turned to look at Yu Wancha, her tone impatient.

Seeing that his sister had been brainwashed, Yu Wancha had no reason to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

The amateur intern team, tasked with an SS-level mission, has officially assembled.

Let's pull off a big one!

"Registration has been successful, and the relevant laboratory is now open, but access is limited."

"That's so cool!"

"And experimental materials."

"That's so cool!"

They could imagine that they would encounter a host of problems during this process.

But it is true—

"That's so cool!"

The unbounded realm, the store of the dead.

The shop was completely silent except for the sound of keyboards being tapped.

The girl in the black robe sat at the shop manager's counter as usual, working on the computer screen, which displayed rows of data and information for each of the major clock hands.

An orange cat is dozing beside me; after two months of dieting, it's showing initial results.

Suddenly, the orange cat Tony sprang to his feet, as if he had smelled a fragrance, and his golden pupils shrank to a vertical line.

"Teacher Tony!"

A familiar, alluring, and drawn-out call shattered the tranquility of the shop.

Tony slowly stood up, his eyes filled with expectation, but the girl in the black robe remained unmoved, as if she hadn't heard him at all.

"boom!"

The store door was pushed open with great force, the wind chimes jingled, and Qi Mengsi swirled in like a butterfly, carrying seven or eight snack bags printed with luxury brands, the fragrance wafting in the air. "Meow!" Teacher Tony let out a thunderous roar, full of grievance and longing, and transformed into an orange blur, leaping down from the high counter and throwing himself into Qi Mengsi's arms.

Qi Mengsi rubbed her cheek against the cat, her voice trembling with heartache, "My dear teacher, how did you get so thin! Does she mistreat you every day and not feed you?"

As she complained, she quickly tore open a package, pulled out a tuna stick, and stuffed it into Tony's mouth.

Teacher Tony immediately wolfed down his food, snoring loudly.

"It has just lost weight." The black-robed girl's voice rang out, flat, cold, and devoid of any emotion.

Qi Mengsi pretended not to hear and opened another bag of dried fish: "Look at those eyes! Teacher Tony has worked hard for the sake of the business, even if he didn't do anything special, he must have put in a lot of effort. How can you bear to let him go hungry!"

The girl in the black robe stopped talking, glanced at her, and then returned to her work.

"Is something wrong?"

"Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?" Qi Mengsi's eyes flickered, she clapped her hands, and looked around the empty shop. "It's still so deserted. Are you really not planning to open up visitor access? Wouldn't it be better to have some customers?"

"Not good." The girl in black robes remained expressionless, continuing her work.

"Aren't you tired?" Qi Mengsi rolled her eyes at the workaholic and complained, "Can't you give me a different task? Being an instructor for a bunch of young girls is really boring."

"This was originally a holiday for you," the girl in black said softly as she typed on the keyboard. "You can delegate more of your work to your informants. Otherwise, what's the point of hiring a bunch of informants?"

“Hiss—speaking of informants.” Qi Mengsi hesitated for a moment before saying, “I recently had an informant who appeared in the audience’s dreams.”

"They also replicated a sacred stone tablet—【The Nightmare That Never Wakes】."

The girl in black robes suddenly stopped moving and slowly raised her azure eyes: "Has he lost control?"

“There was no loss of control, and no violent tendency.” Qi Mengsi spread her hands, shook her head, and didn’t know how to describe it. “It’s just that we simply beat the audience. We won in both will and duel.”

"How did you win?" The girl in the black robe stopped working, clearly curious.

She won over the audience by testing dozens of futures in her mind and finally finding one that would allow her to win.

Without resorting to tricks, relying purely on luck, the probability of winning over the audience is close to one in a million.

This is under the premise that people have broad enough knowledge and can devise tactics based on mere imagination.

"According to him—" Qi Mengsi recalled, "he imagined a secret realm that could suppress the audience's imagination and had no Yi Na."

"In order to prevent the cards from dissipating, the audience can only imagine the magic cards before the duel."

"Simply put, it means that some tricks were used to disable the audience's imagination."

"They must have exploited a bug; this trick doesn't work in the real world."

The Fantasy Realm Card is an incomplete card, allowing both parties to fantasize. In the real world, a blank Fantasy Realm Card only allows her to fantasize.

More importantly, there is B in the current environment.

"A secret realm that can suppress the audience?" The girl in black robes stroked her chin thoughtfully, but couldn't figure it out, so she turned to look at the computer screen.

Qi Mengsi realized something and asked in return, "Aren't you going to ask me which informant I am?"

Seeing that the person didn't reply, she said impatiently, "Oh, what are you so busy with? Take a break and chat with them."

"The Pope's pursuit is nearing its end," the girl in black said softly, her brow furrowed. "But—"

Qi Mengsi leaned closer, looked at the computer screen, and then frowned: "What are these two up to now?"

The screen was filled with satellite images of Imi and Edo.

It looks like they were planning something, and—it seems like they failed.

Each Purifier has its own counter clock: One Plum Blossom (Swordsman) is countered by the Clown, Twin Flowers by the Audience, Three Realms Song by the Traveler, Little Four Joys by the Goddess, Five-Leaf Clover by the Pope, Sixteen Witches by the Doctor, and Seven Mechanisms by the Falcon.

The butcher has been exonerated, while the director is currently imprisoned.

The remaining puppeteers, doctors, and writers were to be followed up by Wang.

"She seems to have had bad luck; she failed again," Qi Mengsi said, looking at the disheveled Yimi.

The girl in black robes remained composed, her face grave. She switched the map on the screen and moved the cursor: "Judging from the Pope's retreat route, he will likely pass through Latia."

"These three people are very likely to meet up."

She then switched back to Latia's monitoring, moved the cursor, and zoomed in on a damaged object: "This should be the [Time Magician], the effect is related to luck."

"She probably contacted the Pope before in order to borrow a [Barrier of Light] to improve her luck."

"Fortunately, Binel won."

"The Pope has one high-level spiritual realm card left, he probably won't lend it to her."

“But this person—” she looked at Immy’s smile in the photo, “this person will definitely not give up so easily.”

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is your enemy.

"I don't understand." Qi Mengsi shook her head helplessly. "What exactly is this puppeteer trying to do?"

"I'll think about that." The girl in black robes raised her head, glancing away. "As for you—"

"Someone is looking for you in the group."

"Looking for me?" Qi Mengsi was taken aback and muttered, "Who is it? Don't tell me it's that noisy rabbit again."

Despite her complaints, she resignedly closed her eyes and reconnected her consciousness to the Purifiers' internal communication channel.

The next second, the noisy information flow exploded in my consciousness.

Rabbit: "@Rose! @Rose! @Rose! Your partner has pulled off something amazing!"

Below the message was a specially enlarged screenshot of a background task, with the SS-level scarlet icon blindingly bright.

Rabbit: "Come and see! Unprecedented! The intern team has taken over an SS-level mission!"

Rabbit: "There's not just one idiot, there's a whole litter! Five of them! Enough for a mahjong game and one left over!" Mahjong: "Mahjong? Where's the mahjong?"

Mermaid: "The task system needs to be optimized. Giving interns SS-level access is a complete waste of resources."

Rabbit: "I set up a five-person team, who would have thought there would actually be five clueless fools."

Shadow Mist Girl: "How can you say that? We should have faith in newcomers. What if a miracle happens?"

Qi Mengsi's temples were throbbing, and her blood pressure was slowly rising.

She took a deep breath, a thought flashed through her mind, and the text appeared simultaneously in the group chat.

Rose: "I'll clarify one last time, it's not 'my man,' it's just an ordinary informant."

After sending that message, she looked at the SS-level mission marker and added a question tinged with speculation.

Rose: "This mission... is related to the audience?"

Mermaid: "You gave it to him?"

This refers to permissions. When the Purge verifies an informant, they need to grant them access to the Dark Side system to facilitate their operations.

Qi Mengsi's eye twitched.

Rose: "He insists."

Mermaid: "You'd give it to him just because he wants it?"

Qi Mengsi gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger.

Rose: "He insists!"

At that moment, another person who had been diving surfaced.

Swordsman: "Xia Sheng? Is that Xia Sheng, the Underworld Envoy? Why is he joining in this nonsense?"

Swordsmen are always concise and to the point, asking only the essential questions.

Mahjong: "Go check it out, this matter could be big or small."

Qi Mengsi let out a wail in her heart. She opened her eyes, her face filled with despair. She opened the supercomputing ring, found Li Guanqi, and pressed the contact button.

The call was answered quickly, and Li Guanqi's bewildered voice came through. It was his first time, and he was very cautious.

"Boss? What are the instructions?"

Qi Mengsi asked directly, "How did you end up with an SS-level mission?"

"Can't I answer?" Li Guanqi asked back. "The system says I can."

"I can take the job, but—why would you take it? Don't you want to graduate?"

"Of course I want to! I only took on this task because I want to graduate. I'm a month behind in points, so I definitely need to take on some high-level tasks to catch up, right?"

"You call that a high level?" Qi Mengsi said, holding back her anger. "No C-level missions? B-level would be fine too. If you can get an A-level mission, then I'll consider you amazing!"

"Five inexperienced interns assigned an SS-level mission? Are you trying to fly?!"

“So what if I’m an amateur?” Li Guanqi said in a deep voice.

"When the metaverse was being built, there were over a thousand top scientists. Who dared to say they would definitely succeed?"

"Don't people all think 'it should be possible' and 'it's worth a try' and then bury themselves in doing it?"

"If we only do what is reasonable and can be accomplished, where will the metaverse come from, and where will miracles come from?"

"I lost because of an SS-rank mission, wasn't that awesome?"

(Yu Wanyin: "Who is he talking to? Why is he using Tang Xin's words?")
"You—" Qi Mengsi was speechless, and finally managed to utter a sentence, "If you abuse your authority in the Dark Division to take supplies and use the guise of conducting experiments to line your own pockets, I will definitely revoke your authority."

The purge was essentially a purge of the internal faction within the Bureau of Spirit Control.

It would be terrible if the secret service itself became corrupt!

"Huh?" Li Guanqi was taken aback, muttering softly, "Dark Guard privileges? They can even take supplies?"

"It can be used like this too?"

"Hiss—not bad." His voice was filled with pleasure.

"Boss, don't worry! I will absolutely not abuse my authority!"

Qi Mengsi's face darkened: "."

Oh no, it seems she's corrupting people.

(End of this chapter)