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

Chapter 423 Even the God Who Controls Time and Space Wants to Go Back to the Day Before National Day

Li Guanqi was happily controlling his character and the little red chess queen to fight monsters in the game when the screen suddenly went black without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a pop-up window with a glaring red border appeared, taking up the entire phone screen.

The pop-up window displayed "Account Anomaly Detection Notification" in bold black font at the top, with the detection details densely arranged below:
[Dear player, according to the real-time monitoring of the official anti-cheat system of "Wish God", your account (Account ID: LGQ666888) has exhibited abnormal data interaction behavior during gameplay, specifically: unauthorized characters accessing the game interface, character action commands exceeding system restrictions, and abnormally high in-game data flow rates. These behaviors seriously violate Article 5 of Chapter 3 of the "Wish God" User Agreement, which prohibits the use of any cheats, hacks, or unauthorized programs. In accordance with the relevant terms of the agreement, your account is now permanently banned, effective from the date of this notice. You can submit an appeal through the "Customer Service Appeal" channel on the game's official website within 7 business days. The official response will be provided within 15 business days. Thank you for your support and understanding of "Wish God". We wish you a pleasant life.]

Li Guanqi's smile froze instantly. He stared at the pop-up window for a full three seconds before sighing helplessly and scolding the Red Queen, "It's all your fault, your account has been banned!"

"You ****!" the little red chess queen cursed at him.

"It's okay, let's play a different game." Li Guanqi grinned mischievously and swiped his phone screen.

Just as he was about to click the "Astral Explorers" icon, his wrist suddenly vibrated slightly. Judging from the frequency, it was a message from the Dark Side channel; Twin Flowers had tagged him.

Li Guanqi put away his phone, looked down and opened the supercomputing ring. The chat interface of the Dark Side channel immediately appeared, and a new message stood out.

Twin Flowers tagged him, writing: "We need the Red Chess Queen to participate in an offline operation. We need to find a way to make someone abort. Can you handle it?"

"Human fall?" Li Guanqi frowned, puzzled.

Such a niche and bizarre term.

He knew the terms "female fall" and "bead fall," both describing someone who initially resisted something intensely but eventually became deeply involved and unable to extricate themselves from it.

A Bible verse once said: The more you resist, the more...
"So, does that mean that the Red Chess Queen willingly became human?" Just as this thought popped into Li Guanqi's head, a new message from Twin Flowers popped up on his communicator screen, explaining in detail the meaning of "human fall," which was exactly what he had thought.

It means having electronic beings coexist with human bodies and work for humans.

"With Hongqi's personality, this is going to be tough," Li Guanqi replied, glancing at the task reward at the end of the message.

Five hundred merit points.

The mission rewards a high amount of merit points, but the Dark Division is not a formal "organization". The merit points seem tempting, but in reality, they can't be exchanged for anything except to unlock permissions and be promoted to a higher position.

At the same time, all missions of the Dark Division are not mandatory for members to accept; participation is voluntary and there is no substantial reward. To put it bluntly, it's "working out of love."

The Twin Flowers will first designate one person to act. If that person disagrees or fails to complete the task by the deadline, the task will be put back into the task pool, and whoever wants to earn merit can take it.

At that moment, the Twin Flowers avatar flashed again, and asked in the public chat: "Can you handle this in a month?"

Li Guanqi tapped rapidly on the communicator screen and replied, "I'll try."

We should give it a try. How can we let someone else train the Pokémon we've worked so hard to catch?

A month? Is that a long time?

Based on previous information, the purpose of driving the Red Chess player to fall was to participate in some offline operation. What kind of offline mission was it that required a month of preparation?

They weren't even this well-prepared when they arrested the Pope.

After sending the message, he picked up his phone, found the Red Queen's permission settings, and tapped it to grant her voice permission.

Then, he leaned closer to the screen, looked at the still sulking red chess queen, and asked, "Interested in becoming a human?"

The Red Queen paused for a moment, then let out a low laugh. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, raised her head, stared directly at Li Guanqi, and shouted fiercely, "I'll die! Die outside! Jump off this game screen!"

"I won't even be considered one of you damned humans!"

Truly a man of unwavering integrity.

Li Guanqi sighed helplessly. He yawned widely, a tear glistening in the corner of his eye. Sleepiness washed over him like a tide. He had been fighting continuously for 24 hours, then spent another 4 hours recording and analyzing reports. He only returned after Izane and the others took over. After returning, he spent another 2 hours washing up, eating, and playing games. He hadn't slept for a full 30 hours.

"It's come to this, let's go to sleep." He muttered, turned off the Red Queen's audio, then casually put his phone on the pillow and pulled the blanket over half his face.

On the phone screen, the Red Queen watched Li Guanqi's moves, her tense body relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

"This demon is finally tired." She put her hands on her hips, paced back and forth on the screen, and sneered with disdain. "Flesh and blood can't withstand working for dozens of hours straight."

"Hmph, a despicable and weak race, do you think you can turn me into that too?"

"Dream on, you bastard!"

She turned around and wandered aimlessly through the phone's storage space, her fingertips swiping across the file icons she could access—music, pictures, single-player games… Although her range of movement was limited, compared to that dark little room in the Dream Collapse Realm, at least she could move around and have fun on this phone.

Humans seem pretty good, actually.
"No, no!" The moment the thought popped into her head, the Red Queen shook her head violently, trying to shake off the idea that shouldn't be in her mind.

"Hongqi! How could you say such good things about this man! He's the enemy who trapped you here, the bastard who wants to corrupt you!"

She slapped her cheeks hard, trying to snap out of it. "That was close! I almost got brainwashed."

"Humans are filthy and cunning! I will uphold the nobility of the Cyberse!"

She took a deep breath and continued browsing her phone. After some time, the novelty wore off, and she could no longer access any of the online apps.

The Queen of Chess put all her effort into repeatedly "bombarding" the browser icon, but the screen only flickered slightly a few times, and not even a login page popped up.

"You disgusting human! With so many restrictions on your browser, what kind of shady stuff are you searching for all day?"

The Queen of the Red Chess was so angry that she stomped her feet, but there was nothing she could do. She could only put her hands on her hips and feel utterly humiliated.

Just then, a heavy snoring sound suddenly came from outside the phone, and the Queen of Chess trembled violently, her whole body tensing up.

She stiffly turned around and looked outside through the screen—Li Guanqi, who had been lying flat, had now turned over and was lying on his side.

His head slumped slightly, his hair fell across his forehead, and his mouth and nose rose and fell gently with his breath, as he slowly moved closer to the phone screen.

"No...don't..." Queen Red looked at the approaching mouth and retreated in a panic, but the phone screen was only so big. She retreated to the edge and had nowhere to go. She could only watch helplessly as the warm breath got closer and closer.

"No—!"

She screamed frantically, but no sound came out.

Li Guanqi was fast asleep and completely unaware of her movements. Like a dragonfly skimming the water, her mouth and nose lightly touched the phone screen.

The position directly in front of his mouth was precisely where the Red Queen was positioned.

The Queen of the Red Chess froze, her eyes becoming vacant, as if she had been raped, her thoughts halting, but her intuition told her—she was no longer pure or noble.

After a while, her electronic signal was finally connected.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"I kill you!!!"

The Red Queen transforms into a crazed kitten, frantically scratching at the screen.

On the other side, the metal door of Analysis Room 08 slid open slowly with a hissing sound, and Tang Xin and Le Tong dragged their heavy steps in, their faces still showing signs of sleepiness.

Tang Xin rubbed her sleepy eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times, and yawned with moisture in her eyes, her voice muffled: "Um... why do people have to work?"

Le Tong staggered towards her workstation, her hair still a little messy, her eyes lifeless, looking like a dead person: "Sweetheart, how about we take a day off?"

Tang Xin looked around the analysis room and asked in confusion, "Where's Ba Ge? Did he go back to rest?" "He went back four or five hours ago." Fan Gang's voice came from the corner. She was sitting in front of the computer, her eyes fixed on the analysis report scrolling on the screen, her fingers occasionally tapping on the keyboard. "He's been working for thirty hours straight."

After saying that, she stretched out her finger and gently poked Mickey, who was lying on the table next to her, "If you want to sleep, go back to the lounge. It's not comfortable for you to lie here."

Mickey's head moved, and he uttered a mumbled, slurred speech: "No...no..."

"It's not finished recording yet..."

"This is all I know how to do..."

The last sentence was spoken softly and slowly, unlike what he would say when he was sober. It sounded more like something that had unconsciously slipped out of his mouth after hearing a lot of other people's comments.

His mind is that of a primary school student; he can't handle complex data analysis or duel tactics. He can only do simple tasks like filming and recording. He has heard countless negative comments in the past two years, but thankfully he has a brain that can forget.

"I'll film it for you, you go back to sleep." Seeing this, Le Tong sighed helplessly, stepped forward and reached out to take the camera from Mickey. "It's not like we don't have beds. Elvira will think that our Shenwu Department is abusing children."

"No!" Mickey reacted as if he'd been electrocuted, his face still pressed against the table, but his hands moved with incredible speed, pulling the camera stand to his side and clutching it tightly to his chest, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

"Hiss—you..." Le Tong put her hands on her hips in anger, but she was helpless and felt a sense of frustration in front of a child.

"Never mind him, let him sleep here if he wants," Iizuna said in a low voice. "I've sent you the analysis report. Take a look at it first. There are a few key data points that need to be verified. We'll need to discuss the subsequent master recognition plan later."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xin and Le Tong composed themselves, sat down at their workstations, and opened the analysis report file on their desktops.

In an instant, dense text and complex model diagrams filled the entire screen, with professional terms such as "mental fluctuation adaptation threshold" and "neuronal synchronization rate curve" displayed.

Le Tong slid her finger across the screen, her eyes filled with confusion: "My God, this is so complicated, how am I supposed to find a suitable host?"

"A mental novel genre, how come it's exactly the same as what I wrote? Is it plagiarism?" Tang Xin muttered under her breath, raising her voice, "Wouldn't the protagonist of this kind of mental novel be someone with a high IQ?"

"Experts, give us some feedback." Izuna nudged Mickey with his elbow.

This idiot was chosen as the leader of this mission because he had experience finding a suitable master for the [Hubel] deck and was an expert.

Mickey didn't respond, he just kept saying "Zzz".

Seeing this, Izuna turned to Le Tong, who was looking at the analysis report with a troubled expression, and said expectantly, "Le Tong, didn't you and Mickey carry out the mission to find the [Yubel] compatible host before? You have some experience in finding compatible hosts, right? Give me some advice."

Upon hearing Izuna's question, Letong stopped swiping her fingers on the screen, a complicated expression on her face, and sighed: "Finding a suitable host is particularly strange; there's absolutely no pattern to it."

"Last time we were looking for a host to be matched with [Yu Beier], we initially selected a person with a certain number. After testing all the data, the compatibility was pretty good, so we decided on him."

"As a result, during the actual league match, when that player put his deck on the duel disk, he suddenly had a heart attack."

"If you don't believe me, ask Tang Xin. She was there at the time."

Tang Xin looked embarrassed when she heard this. It was because she was the main player who was afraid to fight that she was put on the bench.

"That's true. That multi-functional numbered guy suddenly suffered a heart attack and went into shock. Our captain had no choice but to activate the emergency replacement plan, and in the end, we brought over the myna bird."

"I never expected this." Le Tong spread her hands, her tone full of disbelief, "The person I just randomly picked happened to be a perfect match for [Yu Beier]. Do you think there's any pattern or rule involved?"

After listening to the two of them, Iizuna frowned and his expression became serious.

Finding a suitable host sounds like it's all about luck, entirely dependent on fate.

If this is the case, how should this report be written? We can't just write, "After many attempts, due to fate, we have not yet found a suitable host, and we have done our best," can we?

She didn't even want to imagine what the team leader's expression would be when he saw this report.

After a long silence, Yue Tong broke the deadlock. She sat up straight and sighed softly, "How about... we find a group of numbered citizens to test our compatibility? We can't stay stuck here forever. What if we just stumble upon a lucky one?"

Upon hearing this, Izuna's eyes lit up slightly. She immediately opened the communication channel with Elvira and quickly edited the request information: "Request to call up ten multi-functional numbered civilians for testing the compatibility of the epic domain [Mental Collapse]."

Before long, the applications were approved. They were all excellent multi-functional citizens with stable personalities, capable of both dueling and normal communication.

The three immediately perked up and brought the first batch of numbered civilians into the duel room to begin testing their compatibility with [Mental Collapse].

Time passed slowly, and the lights in the analysis room kept turning on and off. Four hours passed, and batches of numbered people came and went. The test data was recorded in a thick stack, but the three of them became increasingly sluggish.

"Ugh—" Le Tong slumped in her chair, her fingers weakly tapping the keyboard. "I quit!"

Tang Xin rubbed her stiff neck, staring blankly at the ceiling, too exhausted to even complain.

Izuna frowned, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the table, his face full of undisguised fatigue and confusion.

Most of the day has passed, and there's not even a hint of a match, let alone a positive sign. There's neither a positive phenomenon nor a negative reaction like that of [Hubert].

Just then, with a "whoosh," the iron door to the analysis room slid open again, and Li Guanqi walked in.

He had just woken up and was full of energy. Seeing the three people slumped in their chairs looking listless, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is it so hard to find a suitable host?"

“It’s not a question of whether it’s difficult or not.” Le Tong recognized Li Guanqi’s voice and replied weakly, “It’s that we don’t even have a direction, we’re just bumping around like headless flies.”

"Who can say for sure about compatibility with a master? What if [Mental Collapse] is a weird card that just likes to find a weird master?"

"No way!" Tang Xin retorted instinctively, "Su Qing is a righteous angel who possesses both wisdom and beauty!"

Le Tong was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Su Qing is?"

Tang Xin froze, her cheeks flushed red, and she avoided looking at everyone.

Su Qing isn't a real person; she's clearly the female protagonist in her novel, a virtual character she created while staying up all night.

She opened her mouth, unsure how to explain, when Li Guanqi suddenly spoke up, inadvertently helping her out of the predicament: "Su Qing is the female protagonist of the novel 'The Upside-Down Underworld,' the holder of the epic realm [Mental Collapse], and a girl with a particularly strong sense of justice and mission."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Tang Xin's eyes lit up as if she had grasped a lifeline, and she nodded in agreement quickly.

She prefers to hear recognition of the characters and stories she creates rather than praise from others.

"A novel?" Iizuna frowned, his mind filled with doubt. "The niche topic of 'mental breakdown' just happens to appear in a novel?"

"Or maybe we should look up the author of this book first? Maybe the author knows something," Yue Tong added, her finger already poised to tap the search bar.

"This—" Tang Xin suddenly raised her voice, her face very awkward, and stammered, "It shouldn't...have anything to do with the author, right..."

To quickly change the subject, she abruptly turned her gaze to Li Guanqi, "Brother Ba, when you used the [Hubert] deck in the last league, did you have any special feelings? Share your thoughts with us!"

Guided by her words, everyone temporarily set aside their questions about the novel and its author, and looked at Li Guanqi with curiosity.

Li Guanqi gently stroked his chin, recalling the scene at the time, and slowly said, "I didn't think about it too much at the time, but now that I think about it, I vaguely feel like I'm being called, like... meeting an old friend, very familiar and warm."

“A call from an old friend.” Iizuna pondered, “The description is a bit vague.”

"To put it simply," Tang Xin said nonchalantly, "I actually feel quite close to [Mental Collapse]."

Upon hearing this, Rao Yang raised his eyebrows with interest, picked up the epic domain [Mental Collapse] from the table, and casually tossed it to Tang Xin: "Then why don't you give it a try? What if it really is you?"

Tang Xin was startled and quickly reached out to grab it, as if rescuing an old friend: "Don't litter!"

(End of this chapter)