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

Chapter 113: Followers with different passions but the same heart, thank you king for closing your eyes!
The highest authority of the Soul Binding Division, an elderly man in a well-tailored suit, had a faint smile on his face and responded in a relaxed tone, "You're raising the stakes at this time..."

"You are not worthy to talk to me!" Hu Ji's voice suddenly rose, interrupting the old man.

The original cuteness and innocence on her face disappeared, and her eyes became extremely sharp. "Call your Wangshou over here."

Usually, in such small meetings, the old man in a suit is Wang Shou’s spokesperson, but when the stakes are high enough, the spokesperson cannot bear the risk of breaking his promise, and Wang Shou himself must come forward.

The two neutral parties, the president of the World Trade Center and the genius of the research center, smiled playfully, pleased to see the scene.

The old man in the suit remained calm in the face of Hu Ji's aggressiveness. He moved his throat slightly, smiled calmly and said, "Wait a moment."

After a few minutes, the tightly closed door of the conference room opened silently.

An indescribable feeling of oppression surged in like a tide, instantly filling the entire room, and everyone felt their breath stop.

A figure appeared at the door.

She looked like a tall woman, wearing a black robe that covered her entire body, leaving only a dark mask exposed.

The mask was tightly covered, and no expression could be seen, only a pair of deep blue eyes.

She walked in slowly, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart, bringing unbearable pressure.

The president of the World Trade Center and the genius of the research center both restrained their expressions and had solemn expressions in their eyes.

Hu Ji's gaze pierced through the air and met the blue eyes on the mask.

She still didn't understand why the company merged with the front-line army and elected a king two years ago, and it wasn't Shu Hong and Nanyang Huai, the two former top officials.

But it's just such a little girl.

The old man in the suit slowly stood up, bowed slightly, and gave his seat to the woman in black robe.

The black-robed woman said nothing and sat down slowly, with a subtle laziness in her majesty.

She played with the chips in her hand, making a crisp sound when metal clashed. Then she stopped, looked up at Hu Ji, and said in a cold voice, "How do you want to play?"

Hu Ji stared at the black-robed woman with an unquestionable determination: "I want to make this meeting public."

"Sure." The black-robed woman replied without hesitation.

The other two neutral persons, the president of the World Exchange Association and the genius of the research center, shrugged at the same time, revealing a helpless expression.

The two parties have already reached an agreement, and there is no point in them opposing it.

If both the Joint Council and the Soul Confinement Bureau agree on one thing, it means that the alliance has more than 50% of the votes and can pass it.

Soon, this small meeting, which was originally just a "hidden rule", was promoted as grandly as a four-party conference. The street screens in major fortresses switched channels and began to broadcast the footage of the meeting live.

On the huge screen, the figures of the four people were infinitely magnified, and every subtle expression was clearly visible.

"Is this being made public?!" Everyone in the second investigation team of the Shenwu Department was shocked when they received the notice.

Usually, when competing for the title of undefeated champion, small bets are made in secret, so why is it done publicly this time?

"Could it be that this time, the fun is huge?!"

"I can't answer it. Zhong has such a big advantage now."

"Qiqi, what do you think?" Mickey turned to look at Qiqi, and the whole team followed suit.

The girl named Qiqi is the human weather forecaster and mascot of the group.

"Hmm..." Qiqi looked at the four people in the live broadcast, her eyes adorable and a little sleepy. She said softly, "Snowy."

"Snowy?" Lan Li was confused. "Qiqi, baby, aren't there only sunny and cloudy days? How can there be snowy days?"

Qiqi said nothing and yawned.

【Ding--】

【Important Announcement】

An announcement popped up in the Metaverse shortly afterwards, and all players not in the game received a notification. It was a link pointing to this special meeting.

Li Guanqi was fine-tuning his deck when a sudden announcement startled him.

"Big announcement?" he muttered.

He didn't know what instinct had come to his mind, but the first thought that flashed through his mind was: "Is it out of the list?"

"Can you give me [Divine Monument Fountain] urgently?"

Li Guanqi clicked on the link while complaining in his heart.

A live screen of a meeting appeared before my eyes. There was a simple square table with four unusual-looking people sitting on it.

"Is it her?" Li Guanqi noticed the woman in black robe and frowned slightly.

The high-level meeting was actually broadcast live to the public. She had a 50 billion bounty on her head. Wasn't she afraid of being exposed?

The World Trade Fair president cleared his throat and said in a somewhat teasing tone, "There are 1.5 billion viewers online. Please be mindful of your identities and your words."

Hu Ji ignored the president's jokes and just stared at the black-robed woman. His voice was cold and icy: "I want to raise the bet."

She didn't say directly what the bet was, and ordinary audiences like Li Guanqi were confused, but insiders all knew it tacitly: the bet was on which side would be the first to win all the games.

There are only three options in the handicap: Zhong, Neutral and Julingsi.

"What do you want to add?" the black-robed woman asked calmly.

Hu Ji asked to make the meeting public in order to make a big enough bet, a bet so big that the Julingsi would not dare to "default" easily.

Hu Ji slowly pushed out the two chips in front of him and said in a decisive tone, "Let Mu Ning out."

Mu Ning, the highest administrator of the Council of Co-ordination, was second only to Hu Ji in status. If Hu Ji was the leader of the Council of Co-ordination, then Mu Ning was the Great Elder, second only to Hu Ji and above all others. Moreover, the two were childhood sweethearts.

"Mu Ning is your beloved relative." The black-robed woman picked up the two chips and said with a hint of amusement, "Is it worth just this?"

In the game, one chip represents 10,000 grams of negative cubic crystal.

Ten thousand grams of negative cubic crystals have a surface value of 15 billion gold points, but their actual application value far exceeds this. After all, gold points are merely virtual currency, becoming worthless once they are removed from the alliance's credit system. Negative cubic crystals are a solid form of ether, a high-energy compressed crystal with a wide range of applications.

As production decreases each year, its value will only get higher.

"If you win," Hu Ji paused and added, "I will release the informant you planted."

The usual bet between the two sides was to trade informants for wedges. This time, Hu Ji wanted to go big and trade all his informants for Mu Ning alone.

"I don't want an informant." The black-robed woman's voice was cold and emotionless.

Hu Ji frowned, his pupils shrinking slightly: "Then what do you want?"

The black-robed woman pushed the chips back to Hu Ji, her voice echoing throughout the venue and even in the ears of every audience member watching the live broadcast on the screen: "I want 100,000 grams of negative square crystal."

"What the hell." Li Guanqi was shocked and thought, "What kind of bet is this? It's so big."

"One hundred thousand grams?!" Hu Ji slammed the table and stood up, and the shadow behind him began to twist.

One hundred thousand grams of negative crystals? Is this woman crazy?! This isn't just asking for too much; this is a plan to completely drain the Union!

Of course, the total assets of the Joint Management Association are 100,000 grams, but many of the negative crystals are real estate and are needed to continuously provide energy for certain important instruments. Once the negative crystals inside are removed and the machines stop operating, the losses caused are difficult to estimate. The actual amount of negative crystals in circulation is only 200,000 to 300,000 grams.

"Don't you care about the informant's life or death?"

Hu Ji stared at the woman in black robe with a cold tone.

"No matter." said the woman in black robe.

"Is that so." Hu Ji suppressed his emotions, sat back in his seat, and smiled coldly, "Then they are of no use."

"Say one last word to them."

At the same time, in major fortresses around the world, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

The Council treated them like garbage, dragging out over 300 Soul Constraint agents lurking within the organization. These agents were covered in wounds and were dragged roughly, leaving horrifying trails of blood on the ground. Lin Chen received the order to stop the duel, walked out of the computer room, and, like the others, participated in an "execution."

The wasteland in the park was crowded with thousands of people, all of whom were unnumbered second hands like him.

A clearing stood in the middle of the wasteland, the ground stained with dark red blood. It was here that the deceased Old Zhou's symbiotic card was dug out and thrown to feed the passing wolfhounds.

What we are going to kill today are not maggots. The death of maggots is not worth everyone stopping their work to watch.

The one to be killed today is the high and mighty agent from the Soul Arresting Department.

The man was dragged out. He was still wearing the uniform from the computer room next door, so he must have been a "colleague" not long ago. But now, he was a bloody mess, completely unrecognizable.

Lin Chen looked at the agent without any sympathy in his heart. A mouse would not sympathize with a dying cat.

The mice would only rejoice and cry out, "Kill him!"

The surrounding mice also became excited, their voices growing louder and louder, gradually converging into a frenzied cry: "Kill him!"

"Kill him." Lin Chen mixed in the crowd and shouted expressionlessly.

Someone brought a basin of cold water and poured it on the agent's face. The cold stimulation woke the agent from his coma and he let out a weak groan.

The supervisor pressed the remote control, and a huge projection popped up above the wasteland, broadcasting a live meeting of important figures.

"Look carefully, this is your king's hand!"

The supervisor grabbed the agent by the throat and forced open his eyes, which were barely open, and made him look at the projection.

"Look carefully, this is your king's hand!" The supervisor's voice was hoarse and filled with a morbid excitement.

"Did you see that? Did you hear that?" He leaned close to the agent's ear, and every word was like a poisonous snake's tongue, drilling into his eardrum. "She doesn't care about your life or death at all!"

The supervisor suddenly loosened his grip, letting the agent's head drop limply, then grabbed his hair again and forced him to look up.

"You guys, hahahaha, are working for people like this!"

The surrounding maggots watched this scene with numb and empty expressions on their faces, having long been accustomed to such scenes.

"How ridiculous! This is the justice you always talk about."

"Listen here." He pointed at the black-robed woman in the projection and said contemptuously, "What she wants is the Negative Crystal. You are just dogs that can be used and discarded. Your lives are not worth that stone."

"You still have a chance to survive."

His voice suddenly became gentle, as if he was coaxing a lost lamb, "Give us the other undercover agents, and we can spare your life and give you inhibitors."

The dying undercover agent seemed to have heard nothing. He simply used all his strength to open his eyes and look at the projection.

"Then they are of no use." Hu Ji's voice came out.

"Say one last word to them."

More than three hundred pairs of undercover agents stared at the projection. The live camera slowly moved and finally stopped on the face of the woman in black robe.

Time seemed to freeze.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Several breaths passed, but the woman in black robe remained silent.

There were no impassioned exhortations, no reluctant farewells, no reassuring promises, and not even a single empty word about so-called "righteousness."

She said nothing.

Just after a long silence, slowly and gently, he closed his eyes.

"Hehehe."

The agent, who was originally dying, suddenly let out a low laugh. The laugh was hoarse and weird, like sandpaper rubbing against rusty iron sheets, which made people feel creepy.

Lin Chen frowned tightly, he didn't understand the meaning of this laughter.

What's so funny about this?

Death may be a relief for these "maggots" struggling at the bottom of society.

But these agents of the Soul Arresting Department have a good life and a bright future. They should be a group of people who are reluctant to die.

Why is this dying agent laughing?
"Hehehe——"

The agent's laughter grew louder and weaker, as if he had used up every last bit of strength in his body.

He slowly raised his right hand, the hand that once held the spirit summoner and defended justice. Now it was covered with scars and trembling, moving slowly towards his chest.

A purple-robed cardinal standing in front of the crowd seemed to notice something.

His expression suddenly changed, and he turned around abruptly, shouting at the supervisor at the top of his lungs, "Stop him!"

The supervisor suddenly came to his senses after hearing this.

When he saw the agent raise his hand, his pupils suddenly contracted. He quickly raised the heart digger in his hand and thrust it hard into the agent's chest.

"Thank you... King's hand... Close your eyes!"

The dying agent used all his strength to open his bloody mouth and let out a desperate and crazy roar.

"boom--"

It seems like some kind of mysterious ritual, or some kind of silent agreement.

At the same time, in different corners of the world, 348 undercover agents from the Soul Binding Division, all gravely injured and on the verge of death, performed the same action almost simultaneously.

They used up their last bit of strength, mobilized the remaining Yina energy in their bodies, and launched a fierce and decisive attack towards their hearts.

No hesitation, no fear, and no betrayal.

Until the last moment of their lives, none of them betrayed their teammates.

"Snapped--"

The heart-digger in the supervisor's hand suddenly pierced through the agent's palm and stabbed into his chest without any hindrance, and blood gushed out instantly.

This is an instrument specifically used to dig out the symbiotic card of the Twin Shadow. It is designed to be cold and cruel, and can quickly remove the symbiotic card from the target's body without any extra emotions.

The supervisor suddenly pulled out the heart-digger, bringing out a string of blood beads, which drew a shocking arc in the air.

The crowd around them immediately became agitated like wild beasts smelling blood, and rushed forward one after another.

Lin Chen came to his senses and was pushed by the fanatical crowd, frozen in place. He seemed to understand the agent's laughter before his death for a moment, and could not calm down for a long time.

The supervisor and the purple-robed cardinal roughly peeled away the flesh around the heart.

Finally, the symbiosis card was taken out, but it had broken into five pieces and could not be used.

"Strange fever."

The card name broke into pieces.

"concentric."

"Servant."

When Lin Chen saw the complete card name, his soul seemed to be shocked and he was stunned.

The shattered card is named——

[Followers with different passions but the same heart - Ascended Sage].

(End of this chapter)