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Chapter 410 Three Questions
"Doctor, what's the next step?" The assistant asked, looking at the real-time data with a hint of tension in his voice.

Fujiki Ai glanced at the battlefield capacity comparison and said calmly, "Keep the tactics unchanged."

The assistant was taken aback: "But both generals were defeated..."

“The data doesn’t lie.” Fujiki Ai pointed to the numbers on the screen. “The general’s victory or defeat is not enough to change the overall situation.”

He paused, then continued his analysis: "Li Guanqi won by going first, purely by dominating the board, which doesn't explain the counter-relationship. [Griffin] doesn't have much dominance over a link deck like [Fire Beast]."

"Phoenix of Fire, keep fighting!"

"As for that Le Tong..." Fujiki Ai brought up the battle replay and quickly browsed the key rounds, "She won by attacking later, didn't draw any general-purpose cards, and broke through Haijing's all-resistance kill using only her own system."

"Hai Jing is countered by Yue Guang in the system, so we need to find a replacement."

The assistant suddenly realized: "So..."

"Replace Bubble Reef with End Sigma." Fujiki Ai's instruction was concise and clear: "Execute."

"Yes!" The assistant quickly operated the control panel and conveyed the adjustment instructions.

In the cyber battlefield, the Great Barrier Reef is beginning to disintegrate, and data flows are converging again.

A few seconds later, a brand new figure materialized in the blue light, with flames shooting into the sky.

Li Guanqi and Yue Tong recognized the person at a glance and exclaimed in unison, "Yan Zhanji: Final Sigma?"

【Flame Slash Machine: Final Sigma】

12-Star Synchro Monster, Cyberse.

With 3000 ATK, when standing in the Extra Monster Zone, it is unaffected by the effects of cards other than [Slash], and deals double battle damage to monsters it attacks.

With the buffs of [Add Weapon], [Nayuta], and [Riding Weapon], attack power can soar to 9000.

Stack another [Nabrahma] effect, and you can hit a monster twice in one turn.

"Whoa." Yue Tong, her fighting spirit ignited, unfurled her Duel Disk. "Going after All Resistance?"

【Sea Crystal Girl】is a resistance gained through other cards, it's a false resistance. 【Final Sigma】is different, it's like 【Moonlight Dance Lion Princess】, it has all resistance from the start.

Furthermore, [Slash] can provide more resistance than [Sea Crystal Girl] in terms of initiative.

On the right is the war of the All-Resistant People.

left--

[Remaining preparation time: 00:00:20]

【00:00:19】

【00:00:18】

Li Guanqi looked up; time was almost up, and his opponent was about to be replaced.

Before the countdown reached zero, a stream of blue data began to rapidly converge in the space in front of him, transforming into a towering, scorching torrent.

As the flames subsided, a warrior clad in crimson armor stood proudly.

[Opponent matched: Fiery Phoenix]

Li Guanqi had just finished adjusting his deck when his finger paused slightly on the virtual panel.

Or is it?
He raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly understood.

In the previous game, he went first and successfully set up the board. The Fiery Phoenix had no chance to come back. This does not mean that the [Card Demon Twins] is superior to the [Reincarnated Flame Beast]. It is simply that going first is too strong, and going second did not draw a big removal or a big trap.

Rather than making a last-minute replacement, Phantom Collapse seems more inclined to give the veteran general a chance, eliminating any element of chance.

interesting.

"Human, we meet again." The Phoenix, reborn, spoke with an air of arrogance and anger. "This time, your luck has run out!"

Li Guanqi didn't even lift his eyelids, only letting out a soft hum from his nose.

"Yeah."

In the last few seconds, he confirmed that he had three copies of [Primal Lifeform Nibiru] in his deck, closed the panel, and then looked up at the Flame Warrior opposite him.

"Then let's get started quickly."

The Fiery Phoenix snorted coldly, and its flames materialized into a duel disk: "Duel!"

The dueling arena expanded.

【Attack first】

【Red Square】

【The duel begins】

As the intelligent referee's announcement faded, the red team still had the first attack.

Fiery Phoenix: "."

Li Guanqi: “.”

This plot is wrong, why is it still the first to attack?

Shouldn't the story unfold like this: the opponent gets the first move, I go second, skillfully clear the board, and deliver the final blow, proving that I didn't rely on luck?

Why are we still attacking first?

Oh, this is so embarrassing, really.

Li Guanqi tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

The intelligent referee's decision on whether to attack or not is purely random. The probability of attacking first or not is independent of each other. The probability of attacking first will not increase if the referee has attacked second in seven or eight consecutive times.

Anyone who has won ten consecutive games with the second-place attack can attest to this.

The Dream Collapses, Command Center.

When the system notification that "Red has gained the first attack" lit up, Fujiki Ai slowly stood up, not wanting to look anymore.

"Doctor?" the assistant's voice was filled with confusion. "The battle still needs your help..."

“The data is sufficient.” Fujiki Ai looked up from the screen, her tone calm. “You just need to follow up on this.”

He didn't glance at the battlefield again, but turned and walked towards a metal door deep inside the room.

The assistant opened his mouth, but ultimately dared not utter any more words of dissuasion, and could only watch the heavy door close silently behind Fujiki Ai.

After walking through a long white corridor, Fujiki Ai arrived at another laboratory.

The light here is much dimmer, and the air is filled with the unique smell of low-temperature reagents. Dozens of glass culture chambers are neatly arranged, each containing clones with faces exactly like Fujiki Ai, each with a cold number branded on its chest.

"PhD."

When the researchers in the lab saw him, they all stopped what they were doing, bowed deeply, and looked at him with fervent admiration.

"Send me the latest report." Fujiki Ai ignored them and walked straight to the center of the laboratory.

There, a dark red crystal the size of a human head floated silently in mid-air, emitting an ominous glow.

Four hundred years ago, two divine weapons, beyond the comprehension of mortals, engaged in a deadly battle in near-Earth orbit.

Human probes couldn't capture a single image, but the aftershocks of their collision alone triggered massive earthquakes worldwide.

After the war, countless burning wreckage fell like a meteor shower.

Besides the high-tech mechanical debris, other things were found at a very few crash sites.

The blood of the devil.

Blood seeped into the earth, and wherever it passed, everything withered, the soil turned to charcoal, and not a blade of grass grew for a hundred years. The locals called that area "the land of calamity."

Thus, a legend was born.

Back then, one was a demon god attempting to destroy the world, and the other was a machine god protecting the world. Both sides suffered heavy losses. The machine god left behind its highly intelligent remains, while the demon god left behind this ominous blood of calamity.

A simple, clear story that is enough to convince everyone—good will always triumph over evil.

But Fujiki Ai doesn't think so.

Everyone only sees the side they want to see; no one knows the truth, only their own perspective.

Except for—Yi Na.

The Ina will record the story of the subject of the action and engrave it on the sacred stone in the form of patterns.

Yi Na knew who had planned to bury people and their cages together, and cleanse the entire world.

Yi Na also knew who it was that was willing to suppress that world-destroying power at all costs.

The story and the truth are all written in the effects.

The epics that people sing praises of are lies, and the legends that are despised are only partial truths.

The real history...

Fujiki Ai reached out, her fingertips about to touch the cold crystal—the blood of calamity encased in a negative cube.

He's survived to this day thanks to this.

The team of 120 people left Elvira back then, and in the early stages, under the pursuit of the league, only the core 30 people remained.

These last thirty people were resilient enough, but they couldn't withstand the erosion of four hundred years.

He established a home that belonged only to them, just as promised, so they no longer had to depend on the Alliance.

But they are all gone.

The god who controls time and space has no friends and no family.

Fujiki Ai's fingertips ultimately did not touch the crystal.

He slowly withdrew his hand, which was stained with a temperature hot enough to burn the soul, but if one could withstand that temperature, one could "regenerate from a cocoon".

"PhD."

Behind him, a researcher walked quickly, his voice filled with suppressed frustration.

He handed over a data panel, on which was yet another report on Project Empty Skeleton.

"Brain conjunctival memory implantation experiment, 137th attempt..." The researcher paused, then uttered the last two words with difficulty, "failure."

Fujiki Ai took the data panel, her face expressionless.

On the screen, the dense streams of data and graphs silently proclaimed the same result: no matter how sophisticated the nanoprobes or how gentle the energy frequency, as long as they tried to break through the conjunctiva and implant the pre-set memory fragments, the memory area of ​​the numbered person's brain would experience an irreversible chain reaction of collapse.

Blank.

Without memory, there is no personality.

Without personality, there is no emotion.

Without emotions, the rationality rate will not fluctuate, and if it does not drop below 50%, it cannot become food for "003".

The Empty Skeleton Project, which was initiated three years ago, has been stuck at the very first step and has made no progress.

Fujiki Ai raised his head, looked around at the clones who were exactly like him, and then looked at the subordinates beside him who had fanatical eyes and regarded him as a god.

A silent sorrow enveloped him.

Technological blockade.

Ordinary people cannot feel it, but the higher you stand, the more clearly you can touch that invisible wall.

He and his top researchers have reached a level of technical understanding that is no longer different.

The solutions he could come up with were also the solutions others could come up with; and the difficulties that others couldn't overcome, even with tools from a hundred years ago, left him helpless.

Make bricks without straw.

Give him a piece of wood, and even the smartest man can't make a cell phone.

All he possessed was the supreme authority of a realm lord, a key that could open all doors.

"Doctor..." The researcher beside him, seeing his prolonged silence, cautiously spoke up, "Should we... change our approach? Perhaps, with Magic Cards..."

“I know,” Fujiki interrupted him, her voice cold.

He returned the data panel to the researcher.

As seasoned researchers, everyone has an instinct—if technology can't do it, they turn to magic cards for help.

To safely breach the conjunctiva, one must utilize the Epic Realm [Mental Collapse]. Obtaining the card would be ideal; if not, one must at least steal its operational logic data and attempt to technically replicate it.

We still need to hack into Elvira's analysis room.

"You guys take a break first," Fujiki Ai said to the researchers, then turned and sat down in a seat. "Doctor," the researchers asked, looking puzzled, but hesitated to speak.

Fujiki Ai didn't answer. She pressed a few buttons and connected to the online duel arena, where a huge light screen popped up.

"We're 542 grids ahead! The advantage is in our hands!" a researcher exclaimed excitedly.

The other seasoned veterans, like Fujiki Ai, didn't show much joy.

The data chart on the right clearly shows the KD ratio every minute. The KD ratio is very high in the first ten minutes, with many 2 kills and 1 death.

Ten minutes later, the soldiers won by a net 688 squares.

In the last ten minutes, KD dropped significantly, with a net win of only 254 points.

The benefits of intelligence can only be enjoyed once or twice.

This is common sense in war.

The good news is that after the general switched to the Final Sigma, he won a game back.

The bad news is that Phoenix has lost again.

"Elvira has realized what's happening." Fujiki Ai connected to his supercomputing loop. "Prepare to connect."

The researchers paused for a moment, then immediately replied, "Received!"

The dozen or so researchers at the Empty Skeleton Laboratory quickly got to work.

Those who can participate in this project are among the most advanced in the Dream Collapse world, whether in terms of scientific research and combat skills.

Fujiki Ai and the others decided to go online themselves, not as duelists, but as chess players.

For an ordinary person like Tang Xin, managing ten AIs might be too much to handle, while for a top researcher like Ella, managing a hundred AIs at the same time is no problem.

Fujiki Ai can manage five hundred AIs simultaneously.

Eight hours later.

Analysis Room No. 08.

"Om-"

The helmet unlocks, and the airtight device makes a soft click.

Le Tong and Li Guanqi simultaneously removed their helmets, leaned back, and slumped into their ergonomic chairs, letting out a long, resigned moan.

"Ah~~~"

That voice was filled with all the bitterness of a working person who had been working long hours at a high intensity for eight consecutive hours.

Tang Xin and Fan Gang weren't in much better shape; one was lying face down on the table pretending to be dead, while the other was pinching his brow, his face deathly pale.

Ella was still handling the work transfer, and she looked very unwell.

In the entire analysis room, there was only one exception.

Looking refreshed, Mickey gazed at the slumped crowd and asked with an innocent expression, "Was it tiring?"

For a moment, the air fell silent.

Li Guanqi's eye twitched slightly.

"#"

There was a throbbing vein on Le Tong's forehead.

"#"

Tang Xin suddenly raised her head, her eyes fierce as if she wanted to devour someone.

"###"

Mickey Mouse vividly illustrates the saying, "It's easy to talk when you're not the one suffering."

"Are you guys in Group Two this gentle?" Iizuna panted, complaining weakly. "If this guy were in our Group, he would have been carried out by now."

Mickey was indignant and immediately retorted, "It's normal for them to be tired when they go to the metaverse to fight."

He looked up and pointed at Tang Xin and the other person: "You two are just sitting in the chairs, pointing here and there. What's so tiring about that?"

Tang Xin immediately bristled, glaring back fiercely as if she wanted to devour someone: "You try managing twenty AIs at the same time!"

Initially, she was given the responsibility of managing one hundred AIs, but she simply couldn't handle it, so she had to bite the bullet and apply to reduce it to twenty.

Even if it's only twenty, the massive data stream and the ever-changing battle situation analysis can still burn her brain dry.

She now genuinely admires the mind of researcher Elvira.

One of them can manage a hundred dueling AIs.
Mickey, as an observer, has never tried it himself and has no way of understanding the level of brainpower required.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Le Tong didn't have the energy to argue with Mickey. She took a breath and looked at Li Guanqi beside her.

As fellow generals, the two were well aware of the intensity of the previous eight hours.

"I'm fine." Li Guanqi rubbed his temples and turned to look at his battle statistics panel.

“45 games, 36 wins and 9 losses.” He paused, then added, “Winning percentage. Exactly 80%.”

"Eighty percent?!" Le Tong, who had been slumped over, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing this, her eyes widening. "The newcomer's halo? That's awesome."

She incredulously checked her stats.

"I played 44 games, with 23 wins and 21 losses, a winning percentage of just over 50%."

This comparison made her realize more clearly just how terrifying the value of Li Guanqi's 80% win rate was.

It's important to understand that their opponents are not some random nobody on the Metaverse Ladder, but the most elite troops of the Dream Collapse Realm.

"The two generals did their best." Ella finished handing over her duties, her voice weak. Her face was even paler than Izuna's, and her lips were bloodless.

"It was our players who didn't do well; the opponent's command level was much higher than we expected."

"And their fighting style is very unpredictable."

"They have a very strong ability to adapt; I wonder who's behind this."

With only 180 seconds to prepare, the players' adaptability is put to the test.

"What's the current capacity situation?" Li Guanqi asked softly.

Ella brought up the real-time panel, and two despairing numbers popped up.

[Blue square capacity: 4546]

[Red Square Capacity: 1454]

"Oh dear—" Letong sighed deeply.

"Such a big difference?" Li Guanqi frowned as he looked at it.

Every victory or defeat means the transfer of 100 units of capacity, which adds up to a difference of 200 units.

With a net win of 27 games, he alone created a capacity of 5,400 squares for his side.

Letong's side also won more than they lost, so by any calculation, it was a positive return.

But the result?

Our side is actually 3,092 squares behind the opponent?
The skill gap between the soldiers and players on both sides is quite large.

If he weren't certain that both sides were AI, he would have suspected that someone was rigging the match.

"Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai," Tang Xin waved weakly at Xiao Ai.

"Give me a plate of grilled eel rice and a chilled Sorbet, extra cold!"

After saying that, she slumped back into her chair as if she had no bones, not wanting to move an inch.

Humans are trouble.

I feel hungry and want to eat, I feel sleepy and want to sleep, and I also have sexual desires occasionally.

In this respect, electronic beings are far ahead of humans.

Izuna let out a soft sigh and then ordered a food and drink.

In terms of replenishing energy and enjoying life, cold electronic beings can never comprehend the happiness of carbon-based life.

This is also the joy of being human.

Li Guanqi was still immersed in the battle, and despite the fatigue in his mind, he pulled up some of the AI ​​soldiers' battle records.

He wanted to see just how badly they had lost the battle.

Battle reports and deck lists flashed by rapidly.

Soon, Li Guanqi realized that something was wrong.

It's like he wasn't acting at all.

However, this deck construction and gameplay... are a bit subtle.

Simply put, there are three questions.

Firstly, the construction was too pure; the influence of Kaling's loyalty has even spread to the AI.
Secondly, the impedance exchange was not precise enough, but the opponent was about the same. In terms of adaptability, AI is ultimately a little worse than humans in duels.

Third, their playing style was too aggressive.

He watched several games at three times the speed and found that his team's AI was tuned in a very mechanical way, without any concept of preventing XXX.

In one game, I could have easily prevented the meteor from shrinking the field, and I still had a good hand with some bad moves. But I insisted on maximizing resources, and ended up getting hit by a meteor and losing everything. My hand was full of bad moves, and my endurance was seriously compromised.

Li Guanqi's eyes twitched as he read it.

The second and third problems are both technical challenges in pre-competition debugging. Making temporary modifications would be very risky and time-consuming.

The first question is about the chess player; it has a kind of obsessive beauty.

When choosing a deck, players clearly bring their own style to it. They generally don't change their decks, but only choose the ones they are proficient in, and then make minor adjustments to the deck construction.

It would be fine if it were just playing against AI, but the opponent also has players!
It's said to be 3000 random matches, but normally many of them are already in the game, so you'll often be matched with people who finished at the same time as the previous group.

If you keep playing the same deck without believing in the superstition, you'll get caught!

Li Guanqi felt a headache coming on; he simply couldn't handle this kind of situation.

If you were to make him a chess player, he'd probably be just like Tang Xin and Izanagi—limited mental processing power. At most, he could manage thirty to fifty AIs, and even if he maximized the win rate, it would be a drop in the ocean for the overall game.

As a general... his 80% win rate is already the limit with luck on his side, with the first strike rate accounting for 55% of that. Even God is on his side.

But they still suffered a crushing defeat.

In the second half, just maintaining the status quo was difficult, let alone launching a counterattack.

How can I possibly win?
"Oh, don't worry." A slender hand reached out and waved in front of Li Guanqi.

Tang Xin approached at some point, a comforting smile on her face.

"Let's eat first. No matter how big the problem is, we have to fill our stomachs first."

"What would you like to eat?" She moved a virtual menu screen in front of him.
Looking at the dazzling array of food on the menu, Li Guanqi's tense nerves relaxed a little.

"Too."

He sighed softly, gathered his chaotic thoughts, and swiped his finger across the screen to order a plate of black pepper beef and a bowl of rice.

Finally, as if remembering something, he added a sentence to the smart assistant Xiao Ai.

"If possible, add some onions."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xin paused slightly with her fingers holding the menu, then nodded casually.

In my mind, as if taking notes, I clearly wrote down one sentence: "He likes to eat onions."

She frowned in distress.

She can't cook onions properly; just chopping them is a challenge.

Seeing her looking worried, Li Guanqi assumed she was troubled by the duel, so he asked with concern, "Is it difficult for you?"

Tang Xin was still lost in her own world, fantasizing about one day living with Li Guanqi and cooking for him.

However, she doesn't know how to cook dishes with onions.

what to do.
Tang Xin pursed her lips and replied, "It's so difficult."

(End of this chapter)