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

Chapter 386 Public Toilets, Dessert Shops, and Bookstores in the City of Silver
"Wow--!"

After a brief period of numbness came excruciating pain, like a volcanic eruption, and Immy's heart-wrenching cries filled the entire ward.

"Oh my, my little darling."

Tang Xin hurriedly put down her dessert, wiping away Yi Mi's tears while glaring at Li Guanqi, the instigator, "You even bully a child!"

Li Guanqi slowly picked up another piece of pork rib, chewed it slowly and carefully, and then spoke softly.

"She's not young."

"She's a witch who's hundreds of years old."

He looked at the "giant baby" who was crying his eyes out, wiping his snot and tears all over Tang Xin's clothes, and felt a hint of amusement in his eyes, which made him eat his food even more deliciously.

A witch who has lived for centuries and witnessed the rise and fall of humanity eventually reverts to the form of an infant and suffers a complete defeat.

This feeling is amazing.

More importantly, she looks really cute when she cries.

"Xiaomi, let's go, we're not playing with this bad guy." Tang Xin was speechless, so she could only scold him and pull Yimi back to an empty hospital bed a few meters away, to get away from this "dangerous person".

She opened her dessert and, after much coaxing and feeding her a few bites of cold pudding, finally managed to bring Immy back from the brink of collapse, stopping her sobbing and wailing.

Li Guanqi ignored the scene of "deep affection between mother and daughter" over there.

He lowered his head and ate his meal quietly. In a daze, his gaze inadvertently swept across and landed on Imina's right hand, which was holding the milk tea.

Li Guanqi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yimi was sipping her milk tea, her left hand clutching Tang Xin's clothes, while her right hand held the milk tea cup.

The gestures were somewhat unnatural.

Except for her index finger, her other four fingers were bent normally, gripping the cup.

Only her index finger remained straight out, its tip hovering in the air, maintaining a subtle distance from the cup, exuding a stability and precision that seemed out of place with her current state.

It's as if... that finger doesn't belong to her.

Li Guanqi frowned slightly.

Is it a lingering habit?

Or……

He glanced at Immy, who was still sobbing softly and looked aggrieved, and temporarily suppressed his doubts.

Li Guanqi quickly finished the last bite of rice, drank the soup clean, neatly packed up the lunchbox and put it aside, wiped his hands, and picked up the silver-white neural link helmet next to him.

The cold metal casing pressed against my palm, carrying a slight chill.

Without hesitation, he put on the helmet.

"Om-"

A faint crackling sound rang out, and the scene in the ward began to distort and blur, like the surface of water tossed with a pebble.

Countless streams of blue data cascaded down from above his field of vision like a waterfall, enveloping his entire consciousness.

A feeling of weightlessness came.

Long time no see, metaverse.

In the darkness, a simple login screen slowly appeared.

Please select the account you wish to log in with.

Below are two side-by-side account boxes.

The one on the left has a default gray silhouette as its avatar, but the ID below it is particularly eye-catching—Son-in-law of Silver City.

Li Guanqi's lips twitched slightly.

Damn it, how could I have chosen such an embarrassing ID?

I just posted it casually, and I never expected it to go viral.jpg
His gaze shifted to the right.

The second account's profile picture is of a lush, ancient tree with a verdant canopy that exudes a certain vitality, but the ID field is blank.

Seeing this tree, Li Guanqi's thoughts were pulled back to that bizarre dream.

Dr. Li, blank paper, 0748...

A series of code names and names flashed through my mind.

The day after Dr. Li obtained the custom account from Bai, the two of them died together, and all clues about the password were completely cut off.

That memory was essentially a blank slate, not Dr. Li's. It's just that the two of them were one body, and most of their memories overlapped, but there were also gaps in their memories.

Before the "birth" of the blank paper, the twelve years of 0748's experience were a blank.

After Dr. Li died, he knew nothing about what happened in the underworld.

Li Guanqi tried to recall, but his mind was a complete fog. He only knew that the account was important, but he couldn't remember the password no matter what he did.

He stared at the ancient tree, feeling as if something was flowing within its deep green, calling to him, like the call of his parents.

But it was all in vain; I couldn't remember.

Li Guanqi shook off these chaotic thoughts. Rather than wasting time here, he decided to get down to business first.

With a thought, he gave the system the instruction: "Create a new account."

Eisen's soft electronic voice rang out.

[Permission check in progress... Permission level: Sheep, passed.]

Welcome, esteemed agent of the Soul Reaping Division. Please enter your verified ID.

Without hesitation, Li Guanqi spoke in a deep voice: "Second Group, Fifth Department, Li Guanqi."

Entering the Spirit Control Division means a new identity; personal and fortress attributes take a backseat—that's the rule. Like Tang Xin, the moment she officially joined, she automatically resigned from her position as a member of the Bian Yue Long Fortress team.

[ID Information Confirmed: Group 2, Department 5, Li Guanqi]

[Identity verification in progress... Permission matching... Neural signal matching... Mental imprint matching... Gene sequence matching...]

[Three certifications passed]

The moment the words were spoken, a brand new account box was generated.

ID: Shenwu Department, Group 2 - Li Guanqi.

Behind the ID, a "certification" mark composed of countless golden runes lit up with a "whoosh," its brilliance representing the official authority of the Spirit Control Bureau.

Li Guanqi clicked to confirm login.

【Dear Sheep users】

【Welcome to the Metaverse】

As Eisen's soft electronic voice faded, Li Guanqi's vision suddenly went white.

When I opened my eyes again, my senses were overwhelmed by the flood of information.

Overhead, a stream of maglev trains roared past, leaving behind countless dazzling light trails. In the distance, a holographic image of a songstress, hundreds of meters tall, danced and sang softly among the buildings, her skirt brushing against the clouds.

Countless players in bizarre costumes transformed into streams of data, moving around us.

Cyberpunk, bizarre and fantastical.

When he first came in, he thought this thing was really awesome, like stepping into a new world.

But now, he feels that the scientists from four hundred years ago were even more impressive.

Behind each streak of headlights lies a gravity model painstakingly constructed over three years by a physics professor; the captivating charm of the holographic singer's expressive eyes is the result of countless artists and programmers painstakingly creating a sense of life frame by frame.

Every pixel in this world may have been the result of the hard work of a top scientist.

Most people have long forgotten about these well-diggers amidst endless entertainment.

But Li Guanqi still remembers.

Those thirty years of memories felt too real.

As a former "Dr. Li," he remembers those "crazy people" with panda eyes who relied on caffeine to stay alive, arguing heatedly over the angle of a virtual raindrop's refraction on glass.

It's always about saving this person or that person, it's so annoying.

Annoying as it may be, he gained recognition.

In the final moments of his life, 0748, as Dr. Li, finally broke through some prejudices and became friends with a group of stubborn yet lovable lunatics.

It was because of these people and these events that the reclusive monster gave up on traveling through time and space and chose to withstand the God-Slaying Spear of the Sky Thunder with his own body.

It took him a lot of effort to make those few friends.

Dr. Fudo, Gilsu
Li Guanqi pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned his gaze to the black stone monument that pierced the sky in the center of the city.

A thought crossed my mind.

The next second, his figure appeared beneath the stone tablet, traversing the bustling crowd.

It was unusually quiet here, an invisible barrier shutting out the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Perhaps people had become accustomed to the presence of the stone tablet, and hardly anyone bothered to look at the name on it anymore.

This is a monument to the founders.

On his first visit, he skipped this area entirely.

Now, he wants to see.

His gaze swept upwards from the base of the monument, revealing thousands upon thousands of names, each one both familiar and unfamiliar.

The gaze climbed higher and higher, past the densely packed area of ​​names, and finally settled on the very top of the stone tablet.

There was no crowding with other people there.

There was only one word, hanging alone at the highest point, overlooking everything below.

White.

Li Guanqi stared at that character for a long time.

"What a show-off, damn it."

He muttered a curse under his breath, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

"Isn't it true that one person is missing?"

A cold voice sounded from the side, slightly childish, but the tone was so steady that it didn't sound like a child's.

Li Guanqi was startled and turned to look.

There was no one around.

His gaze shifted downwards, and he noticed a small figure that only reached his waist.

It was a little girl, wearing a skin that was common in the metaverse.

He wore a greyish-white hooded robe, bright red tight-fitting trousers, a monocle over his right eye, and carried a thick book in his arms.

The skin recognition is too high.

White Forest's Little White, affectionately known by the card players as "Red Long Johns."

I can't remember their real name, I can only remember their nickname.

White Forest players probably can't remember it.

Li Guanqi recalled that this skin was originally created to commemorate Bai Jian'an, the first user of the metaverse, and only one set was produced, making it an extremely rare and limited edition.

Later, the league's top management couldn't resist the players' enthusiasm, or rather, they couldn't resist the temptation of money, and they still re-released it.

Not only was it a replica, but it was also heavily promoted as "Bai Jian'an's style". With nostalgia, good looks, and idol effect, it sold out immediately and became a "street outfit" that could be seen everywhere. Over the past few hundred years, many people have dozens of skins, but you can still occasionally see this one on the street.

Li Guanqi instinctively looked at the ID above the girl's head.

There was only a layer of hazy mist there, blocking all exploration.

His heart skipped a beat.

Access control suppression.

The other party's privileges are higher than his newly certified "sheep" level.

This is definitely not an ordinary little girl who is a fan of celebrities.

Li Guanqi calmly withdrew his gaze and began to examine the "Little White" in front of him again.

The girl didn't look at him; instead, she, like him, tilted her head back, silently gazing at the black monument and the hundreds, even thousands, of names. "One person is missing?" Li Guanqi followed her train of thought, calmly asking, "Who's missing?"

The girl finally turned her head slowly, and on her small face, the monocle reflected the shimmering light of the virtual city.

Her eyes were not as innocent as her appearance suggested; they were calm and unsettling.

"We're missing a doctor."

The girl spoke, her voice flat, as if she had lost all emotion.

doctor?

She is
Li Guanqi's pupils contracted as he subtly and carefully examined the girl.

He was just recalling the identity of "Dr. Li" and those stubborn yet lovable lunatics when, in the next second, someone mentioned "doctor" in front of him.
coincidence?

There aren't that many coincidences in this world.

"Doctors aren't creators, they're more like logistical support."

He scratched his head, feigning ignorance, his acting completely natural.

The girl didn't turn her head, but continued speaking softly and deliberately.

"There should be two names side by side on the monument."

She stretched out her little finger, pointing to the top of the stone tablet, to the lonely white character.

"One created the world."

Her finger moved slightly downwards, and next to the character "白" (white), she sketched out the position of another name in the air.

"One... protected the world."

The girl's voice was flat and somewhat blank, as if she were stating a forgotten fact.

Li Guanqi's heart skipped a beat, and his breath caught in his throat.

The story buried in the dust of the old era is being brought up again after four hundred years.

“You are…” He looked at the girl, unsure of what tone to use.

The girl didn't answer. Her eyes, peering through her monocle, lacked childlike innocence, only a blank and indifferent gaze.

She simply turned around.

The figure flickered in place, transforming into a blurry stream of data, and instantly appeared in front of a bookstore a hundred meters away.

She raised her little hand and gently touched the sensor by the door.

"drop."

The glass door of the bookstore slid open silently, and the girl's petite figure disappeared into it.

Li Guanqi snapped out of his daze. Without thinking, a thought flashed through his mind, and his figure transformed into a stream of data, traversing a hundred meters to appear in front of the bookstore.

He reached out to push the door open.

"boom!"

An invisible force repelled him, and a semi-transparent red light screen appeared in front of him.

[No entry without payment]

A cold, impersonal system message flashed across the screen.

Li Guanqi frowned.

Unpaid DP?

Are you kidding me? Aren't bookstores supposed to be public knowledge reading areas? When did you start asking for data entry fees?
Entertainment venues in the metaverse, such as special dueling arenas and karaoke bars, require DP points to operate, while bookstores and libraries, which aim to popularize knowledge, are always free.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on the bookstore's signboard.

Several elegant artistic characters came into view—

Labrings Bookstore

Li Guanqi was stunned for a moment.

La. Labilins?

He subconsciously glanced at the shop next door, which was decorated in pink and had a very unique signboard.

The Dessert Shop in the City of Silver

Li Guanqi: "..."

His heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling. He looked up and surveyed the entire commercial street.

On the left: [Rabilins's KTV], [Rabilins's Private Cinema], [Rabilins's Cat Cafe]...

On the right, there's a foot massage parlor in Silver City, a barbecue restaurant in Silver City, and a public restroom in Silver City...

The entire street, all the shops either had the prefix "Labilins" or the name "Silver City".

Even public toilets are privately owned!
Li Guanqi's expression shifted from solemn to bewildered, and then to numb.

His lips twitched, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"……Grass."

The Palace Master of Silver City bought this street?!

In just three months, this node has been taken over by Labilins?
Good for you!

All around, players' gazes drifted over from time to time, carrying a hint of strangeness.

In the metaverse, the level of authority is immediately apparent.

The sheep avatar next to his ID shone brightly, and the words "[Verified]" highlighted his distinguished identity as a Spirit Control Division agent.

Players with Silkworm-level privileges will instinctively give way when they pass by.

Players with high-level privileges would look at this with awe.

However, this social elite was being kept out of a bookstore by its access control system.

"Detective, what's wrong?"

"Are they finally going to investigate this shady commercial street?!"

"Isn't it said that real-world positions can't interfere with the metaverse? In the metaverse, business is king."

"The Palace Master of Silver City is still too arrogant."

The murmurs weren't loud, but every word reached Li Guanqi's ears.

He remained expressionless, his toes awkwardly digging out a city of silver.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to turn around and leave, and quickly opened his personal panel.

There's a red dot in the "Messages" section.

[Dear Sheep user, congratulations on successfully verifying your Spirit Control Agent account. The system has awarded you 500 DP. We wish you a pleasant journey in the Metaverse.]

500 DP isn't much; the Silver City son-in-law account has DP counted in the hundreds of millions. These 500 DP are a lifesaver right now.

Without even looking, Li Guanqi raised his hand and directly selected payment on the red light screen in front of him.

-100DP

The light curtain disappears.

"A ticket for 100 DP, you've got some serious skills, Lord of Silver City."

Li Guanqi cursed inwardly and stepped into the bookstore.

As soon as he entered, his DP balance on his personal panel began to drop at a visible rate.
-
1DP.
-
1DP.
-
1DP.

1DP per second.

This is a bookstore? This is a den of thieves!

Li Guanqi thought to himself that he would teach the Palace Master of Silver City a lesson sooner or later, but he had other things to do at the moment, so he would let him/her be arrogant for a while.

He scanned the bookstore with his eyes and began searching.

The bookstore has a huge interior space with a high dome that seems to reach the sky. Rows of bookshelves stand like towering towers, with books slowly circulating on the shelves and emitting a faint glow.

He moved quickly among the bookshelves, his sharp gaze sweeping over every corner.

I looked around but couldn't find any conspicuous red thermal underwear.

What about people?

Has he already left?

Li Guanqi frowned, looking at his remaining 300+ DP, and began to consider whether he should retreat first.

at this time.

"Are you following me?"

A cold voice rang in his ear without warning.

The voice was very close, carrying a hint of childish innocence.

Li Guanqi froze, his heart skipped a beat.

He turned his head sharply.

There was no one around.

He paused for a moment, then looked down.

There stood the little girl in red long johns, looking up at him quietly with her expressionless face.

Li Guanqi, who is 1.8 meters tall, perfectly shielded the less than 1.2-meter-tall girl from the shadows in her field of vision.

"Uh, I wasn't following you." Li Guanqi denied it outright with a stiff face. "I was just browsing the bookstore normally."

To make his argument more convincing, he turned around and randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf beside him.

His movements were fluid, and his demeanor was composed.

When the little girl saw the book in his hand, her calm eyes widened slightly, and then a look of surprise and delight shone through them.

Her previous aloofness melted away instantly, and she tilted her head back, revealing a bright, pure smile.

"You like this book too?" Her voice brightened considerably. "That's great! I've been following it closely lately!"

That pure joy, like finding a unique companion in an endless desert, made Li Guanqi's heart skip a beat.

"It's a pity, I haven't updated for a month," the girl said regretfully.

Li Guanqi was stunned.

In order to continue to extract information and find out more about this mysterious girl,

Or perhaps she didn't want that rare smile to be replaced by cold indifference again?

Maybe both.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he finally nodded: "Hmm, well written."

As soon as he spoke, Li Guanqi belatedly turned his gaze to the book cover in his hand.

I'm praying that I've actually read the book, otherwise we'll be talking about it endlessly later.

However, given his extensive reading, he is confident.

He wasn't lying about one thing: he is indeed someone who frequents bookstores and enjoys reading and listening to audiobooks in his spare time.

However, when the book title and the author's name came into view, his calm expression became abstract and complex.

It’s over.

His eye twitched violently.

I've never seen or heard of it!

What kind of terrible author wrote this book?!
Book title: The Upside-Down Underworld.

Author: Sugar Heart is Super Sweet.

Written language: If the underworld were upside down, beneath the sky and above the abyss, could a broken-winged angel and a demon from purgatory, inverted between the heavens, embrace each other and turn to ashes?
(End of this chapter)