Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

Tony is still pressing the buttons.

Permissions confirmed

"Boom—"

The store manager's counter swung ninety degrees, revealing a hidden compartment underneath.

Seeing this, Tony grabbed Luo Bai by the collar and dragged him down to the bottom of the card shop.

There are three doors there.

These correspond to the three interfaces of the program: [Personal], [Duel], and [Monitor].

It seems like Tony hasn't come for a long time.

Its gaze darted back and forth between the three doors. After a moment of confusion, it dragged Luo Bai toward the leftmost door.

Teacher Tony bit Luo Bai's sleeve and, with great effort, managed to press his finger onto the detector.

Welcome back, Manager!

A clear, cold voice rang out, and the iron gate slowly opened, sending a wisp of dust into the air.

Just as Tony was talking to Luo Bai as they entered the iron gate.

Countless intelligent machines came from all around, lifted Luo Bai up, threw him into a culture tank, and injected him with medicine.

Tony seemed to finally relax and collapsed onto the floor.

Countless machines passed by it, but its gaze remained fixed on what lay ahead.

In that lonely corner, there was a fire hydrant covered in dust.

[ACE Rescue Team Fire Hydrant]

ACE Rescue Team Fire Hydrant

Thousands of miles away, in some unknown wilderness.

After watching the live stream, Nan Yangling looked at Dibel and sighed, "The BOSS is still so crazy."

"Why did you end up in Sumeru Garden?"

Dibel pondered for a moment, his expression somewhat awkward, and said softly, "I lived in that forest when I was a child. I remember there was a sacred stone tablet there. The BOSS is curious and wants to dig it up."

"Who knew that what they dug out would become more and more terrifying."

"Hehe..." Nanyang Ling chuckled, shook her head, and her expression became extremely serious. "Did you get what I wanted?"

"Here you go." Dibel tossed him a high-tech eraser, his expression slightly moved. "Are you sure you don't need any help? If the BOSS takes care of it, this won't be difficult."

“I know.” Nan Yangling gripped the eraser tightly and smiled bitterly. “Bian Yuelong can’t afford to owe the BOSS a favor, so I’ll do it myself.”

"Alone?" Dibel wanted to persuade him further, "The eraser can only remove the electronic virus from the card... anything else..."

“I’ll take care of everything else.” Nanyang Ling smiled with relief, took out the [Flame King] deck and handed it to Dibel. “Our coach said that [Flame King] and [Snake Eyes] go well together.”

"If I don't come back."

"Hehe...you can give it a try."

Dibel was clearly taken aback when he held the deck. The two had a good relationship in the pseudo-canon, but it wasn't to the point where he would give away a deck.

After thinking for a long time, she slowly said, "This is no different from sending yourself to your death."

Nanyang Ling seemed not to have heard this, and was doing warm-up exercises, looking eager to try.

"Did you say goodbye to your mother?" Dibel continued when he didn't react.

Nanyang Ling abruptly stopped her warm-up, smiling with relief: "You know what? The advantage of dead people is—"

"Even if I die again, no one will shed a tear."

He winked at her playfully, his smile becoming somewhat cheerful.

Agent Bian Yuelong's mission with a 100% mortality rate: Go to Tazna and retrieve the epic-level [Blue-Eyes White Dragon].

Over the past two hundred years, a total of 2,645 agents have died on this mission.

In addition to being heavily guarded.

The difficulty of the task lies in the fact that an electronic virus is implanted on the card.

Once it leaves the Tazna border, the card will sound an alarm and then detonate at a set time.

"Are you really going alone?" Dibel held the [Flame King] deck, a symbol of immortality, his expression somewhat complicated.

"No." Nanyang Ling smiled faintly.

He stepped forward.

"I'm not the only one..."

As he spoke, his body gradually changed, transforming into different people.

Nanyang Ling.

Red leaves.

Nanyang hope.

Nanyang Ashes.

Maple Leaf.

Nanyang Pavilion.

There were fourteen different appearances in total, all of them agents who sacrificed themselves on this mission, all of them died in front of him, unknown agents.

There's an old saying in my family in Nanyang...

Nanyang Ling's firm words echoed in the air.

"Debts owed must be repaid."

"The justice that has been lost must be reclaimed!"

He turned his back to Dibel, waved, and didn't look back.

...

...

Volume Two: The Apostles of the Underworld (End)

Chapter 378 Author's Ramblings 5.0

Author's Closing Remarks

Thank you all for your support along the way.

A world-destroying meteorite!

Okay, just kidding.

I never expected that the second volume would have two hundred chapters and more than 400,000 words.

After four months of double updates.

The number of readers is about to reach 20,000!

So many people are actually reading this lousy book; it must be a real source of inspiration, right?

Sadly, as more people read the content, the payment for the manuscript decreased. (Sad)

(If nothing unexpected happens, I can write two more volumes)

(The book is expected to be completed in 150-180 million words)

I estimate that all the side quests will be deleted.

Leave four main story dungeons and two dungeons in each volume. Once you've cleared them all, yay!

Thank you in advance to all the bosses, big and small, for your support!

Without these bosses, it's unlikely that the author could have persevered.

After these four months of expansion.

The book club has already opened seven groups: one with 2,000 members and six with 500 members each.

and also--

"Don't startle the dragon!"

Damn it, I'm asking you to write a single sentence to prove you've read the book.

Nine out of ten are startled dragons.

To be honest, I didn't originally want to create this group.

Firstly, I felt I didn't have time to chat in the group.

Secondly, I felt that everyone would argue.

The turning point came one day when a fanfiction author of jutsu was showing off in the author group, saying that he received two hundred gifts on the first day the group was created.

what--

It's so sour.

I've discovered that nobody turns down money.

I just thought...

"Open it."

"At worst, I just won't look at the group chat. If I don't look at the group chat, I won't see the arguments, and it won't affect my writing mindset."

result--

The water level has now reached level 52.

The group chat grew to two thousand people and tens of thousands of messages in just two days; it was hard not to join in the fun.

(Why won't my hand obey me!)