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

All the logic in the underworld boils down to these two words in the end.

Unless it's someone who commits suicide.

Otherwise, who wouldn't want to live again?

Each tribe has only one or two entrances to the Reincarnation Snow Mountain, and each tribe has hundreds of millions of undead.

There will inevitably be internal strife and war.

"I understand," Luo Bai murmured to himself. "But we're leaving in three hundred hours, so there's no need to fight over this."

Chen Xinxin paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "What three hundred hours?"

"It's just... hiss—" Luo Bai was about to explain the matter of the underworld to her when he suddenly gasped, "Uh... it's nothing."

Ah, that was close.

He forgot that the others were brought down by him.

They don't know about this yet.

In a sense.

He killed over a billion people, including Chen Xinxin right in front of him.

"Tsk, I don't even know how we ended up in the underworld." Luo Bai started playing dumb.

This must never be known to any other living beings!

"Exactly!" Chen Xinxin exclaimed angrily. "I remember hearing something like—"

"Come to hell with me?"

"And then suddenly we're here."

"Godly gold!"

"Who wants to come down with him!"

"Exactly!" Luo Bai exclaimed indignantly, "Divine Metal!"

He cursed loudly, then comforted her, saying, "It's okay, don't worry too much. Just figure out how to get 300 hours, and you'll be back."

Three hundred hours will cause a loss of some spirituality.

At least his life is safe.

"Hmm!" Upon hearing this, Chen Xinxin raised her fist and perked up.

"Keep it up, teacher!"

"Don't just stand there!"

"Get moving, shout it out!"

Daydreaming is a complete loss of spirituality, making it impossible to create stories.

The scariest thing is...

Daydreaming—makes you lose your sense of time.

If no one interrupts, I can stay there for a very long time.

Luo Bai smiled slightly and gave her a high five: "Keep it up."

Honestly, being active and shouting is fine for a streamer like Chen Xinxin.

He's a socially anxious person.

Let's find someone and have a duel instead.

"I'll go check my deck." Luo Bai glanced around, then looked at Chen Xinxin. "If I don't make a move in ten minutes, wake me up."

After saying that, he walked to a secluded corner and sat down.

Press the supercomputing ring immediately to search all card decks.

In an instant, Luo Bai's face darkened and his brows furrowed.

Good news: Deck decks such as [Crystal Machine], [Sky Striker], and [Dreadnought], which were partially destroyed in the Divine Ruins, have been restored.

Bad news: There are far fewer source cards available.

After defeating the Pharaoh, I obtained a total of 79 cards, 15 of which were normal Magic Cards of the [Machine Golem] type.

There are 64 source cards.

He counted them now and found that there were 45 source cards remaining.

"Should I exchange it?"

Luo Bai looked puzzled and muttered to himself.

Judging from all indications, during the sixteen hours of amnesia, he must have taken out nineteen source cards and traded them with someone to get the restoration of several card decks.

I can understand it, though.

In addition, there is an epic card: "Hope for Survival".

He also remembered this incident; after defeating the Pharaoh, the original owner of the card dared not take it.

Ultimately, the alliance decided that Luo Bai would keep it in custody.

He still remembers all of these things.

I just can't remember.

"Whose card is this...?"

Luo Bai took out the [True Blood Vampire] and the [Tears of Elegy Clan: Siren Mermaid], feeling a tightness in his chest.

This feeling of not being able to remember made him very uncomfortable.

This [True Blood Duke] is still an Epic card.

The cracked Siren Mermaid also gave him a feeling of his heart being clenched.

"Cousin."

Luo Bai tried to call the program, and in his emotion, the way he addressed it became much more affectionate.

"When the time comes..."

"Can we not go back...?"

"I think I..."

"What's lost..."

At the same time, on the edge of the River Styx.

The beach was exceptionally desolate, with a gentle breeze rippling across the water.

Yilan stood on the shore, her figure appearing exceptionally lonely. She took off her hood, revealing a face haggard from exhaustion and pain.

She took off her heavy black robe, but her heart remained heavy.

"Where did they go...?"

Whispers echoed in the night sky, as if searching for an answer.

"Gone..."

With a blank and dazed look in her eyes, Yi Lan stepped into the icy river.

The deeper we went, the further we drifted apart.

Finally, it completely merged into the night, leaving behind a string of broken ripples that gently swayed on the silent River Styx.

Chapter 559 The One Who Woke Up

Underworld - Tower of Corpses.

"Uh--"

Amidst a sharp pain in her head, Melonika slowly opened her eyes.

She leaned against a rock, curled up on the ground, holding the umbrella handle in her hand, the open black umbrella enveloping her petite body.

Every time I sense danger and am forced to lose consciousness.

She would then adopt this self-defense posture.

As consciousness gradually returned, a series of noisy, strange cries entered my ears.

Melonika frowned and slowly moved aside the black umbrella blocking her way.

"Yahoo—"

The deafening cheers completely enveloped her, and the scene before her left her stunned.

Ghosts, countless ghosts.

They were cheering around a huge corpse.

The body's name was—

[The Evil Eye of the Necromancer King]

The King of the Dead's Evil Eye

To her surprise...

A blue iris shadow line connected the corpse to her, continuously transmitting something into her body.

An endless sense of power surged through my entire body.

"This is..." Melonica was flattered and looked at the supercomputing ring in a daze, then brought up her personal attributes.

The acetylene is pouring in at a rate of several hundred per second.

And they are drastically increasing the upper limit.

I remember it was around 30,000, but when I woke up, it had become 300,000, and it's still rising. I have a vague feeling that it's about to burst.

"What exactly is this...?"