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

Chapter 83: 30 billion for a glimpse into the future

Weijieyu - Wangsheng Store, second floor bedroom.

In the dim room, the faint moonlight illuminated the pale face of the woman in black robe.

She closed her eyes tightly, her brows furrowed, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed from her forehead and slid down her cheeks. She clenched the corners of the quilt tightly with both hands, her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her chest heaved violently.

The sea of ​​consciousness was filled with chaotic cries, like the voices of twin flowers, but it seemed wrong.

"The cold flame will consume everything in the world."

"Dark Flowers"

The rose storm swept through, destroying everything.

Later, a menacing red light descended from the sky.

Her body trembled violently, and she bounced up from the bed, her black robe fluttering. Her eyes suddenly opened, a trace of panic flashed in her pupils, and a low moan came from her throat.

She inherited her mother's narcolepsy, which was even more serious than her mother's, and she often had strange dreams.

“This sound is.”

The woman in black robe suddenly remembered something, and she suddenly threw off the quilt, stepped barefoot on the cold floor, and felt a biting chill on the soles of her feet.

She didn't care about all this, her black robe fluttering behind her as she quickly rushed out of the bedroom with a determined look in her eyes.

Precognitive dreams come and go quickly.

When she rushed to the stairs, she didn't pause at all, just tiptoed and jumped down from the handrail.

The black robe drew an arc in the air, and her body landed lightly on the first floor, her knees slightly bent to cushion the force of the fall.

She rushed to the back of the counter, her fingers groping quickly on the wall, until her fingertips touched a raised wooden board. She pressed hard, and the board dented inwards. With a slight click, the darkroom slowly opened.

There is a dark room in the Rebirth Shop with three doors, named [Self], [Duel], and [Monitoring].

The administrator, the orange cat - Mr. Tony, suddenly woke up from the cat bed, his ears erect, and his pupils contracted into a thin line in the darkness.

It quickly turned over, landed on all four paws, and stepped silently across the floor with its paw pads. It quickly followed the pace of the black-robed woman and rushed into the dark room.

The sensors in the self-darkroom were triggered, countless robots woke up from hibernation, mechanical joints made subtle clicks, and the room was filled with lights that gradually brightened.

The intelligent butler walked out from the shadows, its optical lens aimed at the woman in black robe, and was about to ask about the job content.

The black-robed woman raised her hand to interrupt, her voice low and urgent: "Recall your recent dream."

[OK] The smart butler nodded slightly and brought a mechanical chair.

The metal frame of the chair slid on the ground, making a slight friction sound, and the neural interface on the back of the chair flashed a faint blue light.

If you look closely, it looks like an electric shock execution chair for death row prisoners.

The woman in black robe took a deep breath, turned around and sat down. The backrest of the chair automatically adjusted its angle to fit her body curves.

The mechanical arm above slowly descended, and the metal fingers flexibly spread out, putting a neural connection helmet on her head. The interface of the helmet docked with the neural interface of the seat, making a slight "click".

[It is normal to feel pain during the dream retrieval process]

Please remain calm and rational.

[This is how you get more accurate dream content]

The voice of the smart butler sounded, with a hint of reminder in its tone.

"It's okay." The black-robed woman responded softly, her voice so calm that it was almost indifferent.

She not only inherited her mother's narcolepsy, but also her father's analgesia. Pain has long lost its meaning to her.

Teacher Tony squatted aside and watched, not knowing what he was thinking, with a hint of worry flashing in his pupils.

Just because it won't hurt doesn't mean it won't hurt.

It followed four store managers, and none of them gave the cat peace of mind.

The machine started running, the robotic arm retracted, the display screen in the room lit up, and the data stream scrolled rapidly.

The dream images are gradually extracted and projected onto the screen in front.

The dream was blurry and chaotic, the background looked like the metaverse, a duel arena, and one could barely make out an intelligent referee.

There are dark thorns everywhere, and blood-red roses are blooming.

"The cold flame will consume everything in the world."

"Dark Flowers"

"Bloom!"

Two different voices converged together.

A fierce storm and the roar of the rose dragon resounded through the sky, shaking the air and nearly shattering the dream.

The woman in black robe frowned and sweat broke out on her forehead.

The dream was further extracted, and the picture became extremely fragmented.

The flowers are dying and withering.

The flowers are reborn.

Lili on the grass, one year and one withered.

[Black Rose Dragon] will destroy everything, of course, including itself.

The dragon's roar echoed in the air, resonating with another voice - it was the whisper of a demon, hoarse and cold, as if coming from the abyss.

Red light poured down from the sky, and the whole world was dyed blood red.

"Flower!" The woman in black robe suddenly woke up.

Sanity rate: 70% → 65%
"Click——"

Sanity rapidly declined, and the dream extraction display screen turned white.

She quickly closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down.

Teacher Tony picked up a suppressant and jumped onto the chair.

The woman in black robe closed her eyes and groped around. She smiled slightly and held the orange cat in her arms.

She had developed a resistance to the inhibitors, so drinking more would be useless. However, holding the cat still made her feel safe, as if she were holding the whole world. Of course, the cat just felt like it couldn't breathe.

After a long while, a cold reminder sounded.

[Dream extraction completed]

【Please confirm】

The black-robed woman slowly opened her eyes, returning to her usual indifference. Seeing the image on the screen, she took out a piece of gum and put it in her mouth, quickly connecting to the Purger's consciousness network.

[Flowers, can you hear me?]

[Sure, what's wrong? ]

How many photos did you bring with you?

【One, sometimes I don’t bring any】

【Bring two】

【ah? Why? 】

The consciousness stopped abruptly. The woman in black robe didn't know how to explain the precognitive dream. She herself couldn't understand it.

[Dreaming again?] Twin Flowers worriedly asked, [I'm dead again?]

The black-robed woman didn't know how to explain, so she changed the subject: [What's the current situation in the Metaverse?]

[It's 50-50, they want to raise the stakes and bet on the wedge of the slit-mouthed woman]

[Let’s make a bet, we have to lose to Fang Jing]

[Ah? You're not going to retrieve the informant?]

Many of the informants we retrieved were brainwashed.

【I see.】

The informant planted in the clock is doomed to never come back safely the moment his identity is revealed.

The consciousness call ended, and the woman in black robe looked at the dream extraction screen.

[This dream extraction cost——]

【2256.44g negative square crystal】

Extracting a dream costs three billion just to modify cause and effect.

Change the future into this:

A black-robed duelist with a silkworm icon held the card high in the air, and a crimson halo expanded in the sky.

Soul-Catching Division, Fifth Division, Investigation Team 2, Training Room.

Thirteen people took off their helmets one after another, let out a long sigh, and left work at eight o'clock in the evening.

On a larger scale, it's a world-destroying disaster or a battle between two armies; on a smaller scale, it's just agents going to and from get off work.

Of course, after get off work, we still go back to the dormitory to duel.

"Report your results," Langley asked, looking around.

Chu Chan said seriously, "The third number is 25."

"The fourth number is 16." Le Tong followed up with the report.

Most of the others have five or six accounts and are on a winning streak.

Victoria held up a sign: "Not a single match was played."

"Xiao Wei." Langley's face darkened. "It's not good to slack off in public."

"Report!" Mickey replied seriously, "Eight numbers, all dead!"

In simple terms, there is one big account and seven small accounts, all of which have died, and there is no chance of winning.

"I'm so lucky to have you two." Langley sighed helplessly, yawned, and asked, "Who's on duty tonight?"

"Me." A slightly gentle man wearing glasses raised his hand.

"You..." Langley paused, and the man with glasses said first, "Baizhu."

"Oh." Langley nodded thoughtfully, then looked around and asked, "What about the other one?"

Mickey said, "Qiqi, I'm asking for leave."

"Ah—" Langley sighed deeply, "One is slacking off, one is asking for leave, and the other is a waste."

"I'd better take a leave too."

"No, Captain!" Mickey howled, "Hold on a little longer!"

“Performance will improve!”

He was absolutely confident that if any other team leader took over, he would be fired.

"I'm on duty tonight." Langley, with dark circles under his eyes, waved his hand weakly, "Go off duty, go off duty."

"Oh, right."

She suddenly remembered something and added casually, "The case of the 18-member gang can be closed. According to the notice issued by the higher authorities."

The team members were surprised but didn't say much.

Is this case closed just because it's full of suspicious points? But it's a relief to have one less case to investigate.

"Team Leader, see you tomorrow!"

The team members left one after another, the door of the training room closed gently, and the footsteps gradually faded away. In the end, only Langley and Bai Zhu were left. You could hear a pin drop, it was so quiet that it was frightening.

The air was filled with solemnity, and the lights above our heads flickered slightly, casting flickering shadows.

Langley stood there, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, making a slight "tapping" sound.

Her eyes fell on Bai Zhu, her brows furrowed slightly, and she suddenly said, "Bai Zhu, is there anyone like you in our team?"

　Due to some writing reasons, Wang Shou or the black-robed woman cannot write her name. Please understand. (Kneeling)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)