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

Chapter 340 The Second Key Fruit
Li Guanqi hung up the call, his serious expression turning into a hint of smugness, and he couldn't help but smile.

You wouldn't know unless you talked to them; the secret service has quite a lot of authority.

"Ding."

A soft notification sounded simultaneously from the supercomputing rings of all five users.

Li Guanqi looked down and saw a line of small print on the screen: [Laboratory application approved, No.: Underground B7 Zone-013.]

They were very efficient; the site was approved shortly after we accepted the task.

However, when the five people followed the navigation, passed through several damp, dimly lit underground corridors, and finally stood in front of the iron door marked "013", their initial appreciation for the system's efficiency had vanished.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a musty smell that had been there for a long time and a faint ozone odor wafted out.

"Wow—" Tang Xin drawled, her little face scrunched up, "Is this place really a laboratory for people?"

The laboratory space was small and somewhat cramped. The old fluorescent tubes overhead emitted a buzzing sound, and the light was so pale and cold that it made the centrifuges and analyzers with their yellowed casings and chipped edges look even more dilapidated.

The ventilation opening in the corner was covered with a thick layer of dust, with cobwebs peeking out from within.

"This lab is only available for a limited time?" Tang Xin asked incredulously, pointing to the schedule. "Only two hours of use each night?"

"Intern privileges? I'm lucky to have a place to stay." Xia Sheng was calm. He walked in and wiped the tabletop with his fingers, his fingertips instantly getting covered in dust.

The main control room of the Youlan Islands did not expect that an intern would take on an experimental task, and they did not have any spare laboratories prepared.

Li Guanqi was mentally prepared and was not disappointed. He looked around and nodded, saying, "There are computers and basic equipment, that's enough."

"Can this really be used?" After calming down, Yu Wanyin felt like she had boarded a pirate ship.

Yu Wancha looked at Li Guanqi with a serious expression: "What should we do first? Do we have a plan?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Xin and Yu Wanyin both turned to look at them.

This incredible feat was orchestrated by Li Guanqi and Xia Sheng; surely they had a plan at all?
Li Guanqi and Xia Sheng pointed at each other and said in unison, "Ask him."

"..."

The air was quiet.

It's clear that this plan was come up on a whim.

Li Guanqi sighed, spread his hands and said, "Those of you who have other tasks can go ahead and do them. I need to spend some time compiling a list of the raw materials for the potion."

“The list of raw materials…” Yu Wanyin frowned and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you really know it?”

Her tone carried a hint of skepticism: "Shouldn't the potion formula for an SS-level mission require a massive amount of knowledge, data analysis, and experimental verification?"

These words hit the nail on the head.

Tang Xin's expression changed, and she looked a little dejected.

I joined on a whim, but after calming down, I realized it was a makeshift operation with no resources or knowledge; all they had were five pairs of hands.

“No need.” Li Guanqi walked calmly to the only mainframe computer that looked usable and tapped the dusty screen with his finger.

The screen lit up, and an outdated system interface popped up.

He didn't turn his head, but his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"No knowledge, data, or analysis is required."

"All we need are supplies and manpower."

“I will make a list, and we just need to mix the items on the list together in a certain proportion.”

He raised his head and looked at everyone. His eyes no longer held the previous playfulness, but instead revealed an astonishing focus.

"Then, find the one and only correct answer from this ocean of probabilities."

All four were stunned. Xia Sheng was the first to react: "You mean, you know what the source material is, but you're unsure of the proportions?"

The other three all looked at him expectantly, hoping for a positive response.

"As for raw materials, it's almost certain." Li Guanqi didn't give a definitive answer, his tone very confident.

He glanced at the skeptical looks on everyone's faces and then said, "The deduction of raw materials requires absolute silence. I'll stay here by myself. You can do other tasks to earn some points first, and then come back here to meet at 10 p.m.

Yu Wancha nodded silently. The others had different expressions, but they all remained cautious and didn't say anything more before turning and walking outside.

Soon, the footsteps faded into the damp corridor, and finally, with a heavy thud, the heavy iron door was slammed shut.

The world fell silent.

The only sound in the laboratory was the crackling of old fluorescent lights.

The determination and composure on Li Guanqi's face vanished the moment the iron gate closed. He let out a long breath, his shoulders slumped, and he reached out to rub his stiff cheeks.

Acting is also physically demanding.

He walked to the innermost part of the laboratory, where there was a small partitioned room used as a storage room. Without pausing, he pushed the door open, went in, and locked it behind him.

Li Guanqi slowly raised his right hand, palm facing forward, and invisible ripples spread out from his palm.

An ancient wooden door materialized and took shape in the void without warning.

There was no handle on the door, only a vertical crack through which bright white light was seeping out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Guanqi stepped forward, opened the wooden door, and went inside.

The scene before my eyes was instantly overturned.

The cramped, dilapidated laboratory vanished without a trace, replaced by an endless expanse of black water, surrounded by an eternal, deathly silence, with only the moonlight overhead.

This is the Uncharted Territory, a land forsaken by the gods.

Li Guanqi closed his eyes, carefully sensing the familiar aura imprinted deep in his soul, and walked step by step into the Uncharted Territory - Chronicles.

"Wow—" Li Guanqi looked up at the giant tree in front of him, exhaled a long breath, and was filled with emotion.

Compared to its withered state when I first saw it, the ancient tree in front of me is now lush and green, with every leaf breathing in the moonlight, exuding a vibrant life force.

The biggest change is in the trees.

Above the original fruit, a brand new golden fruit hangs quietly, radiating a soft light.

The ball of light at the top of the tree, named "Hyperfusion," has an additional solid golden halo around its outer edge, making it look dazzling.

Bai's words suddenly echoed in his mind: "It's not that I possess the card with the black halo, it's that the card chose me as its charging tool."

It's not that people own the cards, but rather that the cards bind people to them.

Li Guanqi sighed thoughtfully and walked towards the tree trunk.

He has indeed changed a lot in the past two months.

Last time, he would have had to use both hands and feet to climb up in a clumsy and awkward manner.

Now?

He bent his knees slightly, exerted force with his feet, and shot into the sky like a cannonball, easily leaping to a height of four or five meters.

"boom!"

He landed steadily on the first thick branch, and then pushed off again with his feet.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

With a few nimble leaps, he arrived in front of the second golden fruit.

Without hesitation, Li Guanqi stepped inside.

Golden light engulfed my vision, and the familiar voice from Chronicles echoed in my mind.

[Congratulations, Curator! You have successfully produced your second indicator fruit.]

Current connectivity: 40%

[Consciousness Inquiry Permission - Activated]

Visiting privileges - unlocked

The moment the words left his mouth, Li Guanqi felt as if an invisible thread had been connected to his brain, the other end of which was connected to the entire Chronicle Tree.

A strange sense of resonance came over me.

He didn't need to use his eyes to clearly "perceive" the vast amount of information hidden within the tree. The countless duel files, like neatly stacked books, were quietly displayed in a library that only he could enter.

Is this what consciousness query permissions are?
In the future, if I want to know the status of the Chronicles, I can just have a thought?
Li Guanqi's heart skipped a beat, and then his attention was drawn to the last permission.

[Access Permissions]

Should someone other than the curator consult the timeline?
At first glance, does that mean one could become an information broker?

Li Guanqi smiled faintly, raised his hand to check the current energy status of the indicator, which was the most important thing.

[The third indicator is charged: 3.33%]

"Only 3.33%?"

This is really a blow, considering this is a record of his lifelong duel with 0748.

The last time I checked, it was over 60,000. That means that after decades of duels, 0748 only accumulated about 100,000 energy points for the markers, while he had 40,000 energy points from two S-class duels with Lin Chen and Bai Zhi.

However, 0748, or rather Dr. Li, didn't really have many duels. In the early days of Axe King duels, there were few exciting ones. He even got a D or E rating in low-level matches, which was a huge loss.

Li Guanqi once again used his mind to inquire about the original abilities of the two indicators.

【Chronicle of Maturity】The effect of the counter card is to summon a Ubel monster from the Graveyard, but the actual diffraction effect is to place a demon in a vacuum tube.

The effect of the two-pointer card is to add a banished card to your hand; it's unclear what it will become after real-world diffraction.

Soon, a line of words appeared in his mind.

[Remove two counters to activate the effect, and add an item to your hand from the historical archive river.]

Each time the curator records a duel, he stores it in the chronology as an archive. When there are enough archives, they form a 'river' flowing inside the tree, which is called the River of Historical Archives.

"What an abstract effect," Li Guanqi remarked to himself.

Like the effect of a pointer, it's not a mindless effect; it seems to require some 'skill'.

It sounds like fun—traveling back in time to steal things from historical archives, then making a quick getaway. I just don't know if you can steal people.

The consumption was too great, two whole beans, I can't afford to experiment. After confirming everything new, Li Guanqi jumped down from the ancient tree and returned to the present world. He decided not to activate the visitation permission for now, feeling that anyone who could come to the Unknown Realm was no ordinary person.

Li Guanqi returned to underground area B7-013.

The old fluorescent tubes still buzzed with electricity. He walked to the dusty main control computer in the corner, wiped away the layer of dust on the screen with his fingertip, and turned it on.

hum-

The old-fashioned CRT screen flickered a few times before reluctantly lighting up, revealing the rudimentary internal system interface of the Soul-Binding Division.

Li Guanqi logged in with intern privileges and opened the list of experimental supplies.

Scroll down to see a long list of supplies, mostly routine chemical reagents and basic materials, with "ample stock" in green next to their names, making them look particularly bulky.

"They really are thrifty and good at managing their household," Li Guanqi muttered under his breath.

He was too lazy to look again, so he directly entered the recipe for "Angel's Tears" from his memory into the search bar.

[Culture medium for lower-level heterologous cells]...Yes.

[Neuroactive catalysts]...Yes.

[Guangdao Gene Stabilizing Fluid]...surprisingly, it's also available.

As expected, apart from the most essential ingredient, [Abyssal Beast Marrow], the other twelve supplies were plentiful and plentiful. There was no need to apply to the main warehouse; the storage cabinets in this abandoned laboratory alone could provide most of them.

Excellent, this provides the perfect stage for his performance.

Li Guanqi pulled out a stack of rough draft paper and a ballpoint pen that was almost out of ink from the drawer and began to create.

He first wrote down the first document in neat and tidy form: "[Culture medium for inferior heterogeneous cells]".

After finishing writing, he paused for a moment, considering the second one.

He hovered the pen tip over the paper for a long time before writing down the unwanted source material, "neutralizing hydrating enzyme," then forcefully crossed it out and wrote down the correct material, "neuroactive catalyst."

Then came another round of scribbles and corrections, writing strange formulas and symbols, making a mess of the draft paper, and finally writing "[Light Path Gene Stabilizing Fluid]".

……

He repeated this process, listing twelve materials in great detail, each with traces of his "arduous deductions" next to it. The whole sheet of paper looked like the masterpiece of a scientist who had gone mad after racking his brains.

Finally, Li Guanqi examined his work and decided not to include the bone marrow of the abyss beast.

In addition, he crumpled up his scratch paper and threw it all over the table.

And so, a seemingly convoluted but actually soulless and flawed formula was freshly produced, along with a 'mindful' deducer.

Time quickly came to 10 p.m., the agreed meeting time.

Tang Xin was the first to return. She pushed the door open very gently and immediately spotted the figure hunched over the main control computer.

A pile of crumpled draft papers lay scattered on the table, as if it had just weathered a storm. At the eye of the storm, Li Guanqi buried his face in his arms, breathing steadily, looking exhausted from his tireless research.

"A myna bird?"

Tang Xin tiptoed to his side and tentatively called out.

Li Guanqi shifted slightly, slowly raised his head, and rubbed his eyes: "You're back. Where are the others?"

"The task they encountered is a bit tricky, so it might take a while." Tang Xin's gaze fell on the crumpled pieces of paper. She reached out, picked one up, and carefully unfolded it.

The paper was covered with dense chemical formulas and repeatedly crossed-out material names, a mess that conveyed a sense of resentment.

She watched intently and asked softly, "Is this the recipe for Angel's Tears?"

“Those are all failed ideas, just scraps of paper.” Li Guanqi said without changing his expression, pushing over the only neat sheet of paper next to him. “This one is my final deduction result.”

Tang Xin put down the crumpled paper in her hand and picked up the "final version" formula.

She frowned, her fingertips slowly sliding down the list of materials, finally stopping at the [Light Path Gene Stabilizing Fluid], lost in thought.

For a moment, only the hum of the fluorescent lights filled the room.

Li Guanqi looked at her focused profile; the light outlined the contours of her nose, making her appear serene and earnest.

Silence fermented in the air.

He opened his mouth several times, then swallowed back each time, finally unable to hold back, his voice a few shades hoarser than before: "Um..."

"Hmm?" Tang Xin looked up, her eyes still thoughtful.

"Thank you."

When Li Guanqi said those two words, he felt they were dry and meaningless.

"What are you thanking me for?" Tang Xin was stunned.

"The ferryman." Li Guanqi lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze, and whispered, "Something from a dream."

He felt ridiculously speechless at that moment.

How can I describe that feeling?
A girl risked never waking up again, just to enter his dream and wake him up.

This cannot be repaid with a simple "thank you".

But he couldn't give me anything in return.

He couldn't give her what she wanted.

Li Guanqi knew one thing better than anyone else—he was sick, with a very dangerous illness.

Before curing this disease, we must be careful to strike a balance.

"Isn't it normal for friends to help each other out?" Tang Xin said casually, then suddenly gave a bitter smile. "As long as he's sincere."

"Myna."

"Huh?" Li Guanqi was taken aback.

"These crumpled papers on the table, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Tang Xin pointed to the crumpled papers on the table, speaking each word with exceptional clarity, "The person who truly writes wrong, disappointing words has a powerless arm."

"Once the draft is crumpled up, it might fall on the ground, or it might be angrily thrown into some corner."

"The only thing that cannot be arranged in an orderly and centralized manner on the table is..."

"Why—" she looked straight at Li Guanqi, her eyes filled with pity, "not showing your true self."

"I'm sorry." Li Guanqi paused, his eyes darkening. He didn't offer any excuses, but simply lowered his head and murmured to himself, "I..."

"I don't want to be a hero"

"I don't want to be a freak."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xin's pity vanished, and she finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst out laughing.

"In order to fit in with us newbies, you're willing to pretend to be a troubled idiot?"

"so cute."

These two words made Li Guanqi's ears burn slightly. He was about to say something when Tang Xin stood up straight, looking ready to make a big splash.

"Since you've worked so hard, I'll teach you how to act." She flexed her wrists, her eyes suddenly changing.

"Look closely, this is what it's like for an ordinary person to feel utterly perplexed when faced with a real problem."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Xin took a deep breath, as if brewing a storm.

next second.

"Ah—! Why! Why is it wrong!"

A piercing, frantic scream exploded in the silent basement, making the lights flicker.

Li Guanqi froze completely.

Tang Xin suddenly plunged her hands into her long, smooth hair, scratching and clawing wildly until her beautiful hair was a bird's nest.

"boom!"

She slammed her fist on the table, the force of which made the crumpled paper on the table jump.

"Ah—! You're already a fully-fledged keyboard user, why can't you type it yourself!"

Still not satisfied, she grabbed a handful of Li Guanqi's carefully prepared failed attempts and hurled them with both hands.

"Tear-!"

With a piercing ripping sound, the paper ball was torn into countless flying fragments, scattered like a messy snowfall.

Li Guanqi took a deep breath and subconsciously shrank back.

Tang Xin, at the center of the storm, collapsed into a chair as if all her strength had been drained after venting her emotions.

She was disheveled, leaning back in her chair with her head tilted back, completely undignified, staring blankly at the crackling light bulb on the ceiling, muttering to herself.

"I'm sorry for being born... I'm a useless person..."

The whole process went smoothly and in one go.

From the build-up of emotions to their explosion, and finally to the despair and hopelessness, it was a textbook-level performance.

Li Guanqi stared at her blankly, completely dumbfounded.

After a while, he finally squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"You...do this often?"

Tang Xin slowly turned her head, her empty eyes gradually focusing, then she blinked at him, returned to normal, and smiled sweetly.

"Have you learned it, myna bird?"

Writing is bound to drive you crazy.

The three of them, Xia Sheng and Li Guanqi, who had just entered, looked at Li Guanqi and Tang Xin with puzzled expressions.

"As expected of an SS-rank mission."

"It drove two people crazy in one night."

(End of this chapter)