Yu-Gi-Oh, this sister card is worth a lick

He pointed at the "artifacts" on the ground with one hand, his head held high: "Is this garbage worthy of my apology?"

"What did you say? These are all authentic ancient Egyptian artifacts! They are reproduced in this world on a one-to-one scale! They are historical books that modern humans cannot replicate no matter how much money they spend. You actually say these are garbage?" The senior student on the side seemed a little excited, picking up the pottery jars on the ground with both hands. Fortunately, this is a game world and they cannot be broken, otherwise he would be heartbroken.

But these words sounded a bit strange to Mark, a member of the grave-keeping family.

Taking someone else's burial objects, saying they are priceless, and that they must be well protected?

If Mark hadn't cut ties with the grave-keeping clan long ago, he would probably be more powerful than Kobe this time.

"Garbage is garbage, that's an unchangeable fact. Are you trying to trick children with all these fakes?"

But even so, seeing these guys treating a pile of garbage as treasure, Mark's foul mouth habit came back.

"What? You dare to say these things are fakes?" The seniors who originally didn't want to argue with Mark suddenly surrounded him.

"Come on, tell me what's so fake about this thing? This is a genuine golden tongue dug out from a pharaoh! And this mummy mask."

"They're all fake." Mark glanced at the golden tongue on the ground, a hint of disdain on his face. "That's why you deserve to be cheated. Such a crude counterfeiting technique can fool you. Look at that golden tongue in your hand. It was buried with the mummy during the Roman period, but the carvings on it are from even earlier, ancient Roman times."

"That mummy mask is incredibly fake. Not everyone could be mummified in ancient Egypt, and not all masks have survived to this day. Silver ones might still exist, but linen and plaster ones are almost certainly fake."

archeology?

For others, it might be called archaeology, but for Mark, isn’t this just common sense?

Of course, part of it may be because of his father——

The boss of Gurus and the head of the counterfeiting group.

Ah, who doesn't allow grave keepers to have a side hustle these days? If they can't sell the real thing, can't they just sell fake ones?

Mark glanced at the other goods, and the familiar traces seemed to awaken his past memories.

"Damn, are these really all fake?" Listening to Mark's detailed and professional explanation, the senior student next to him was stunned.

This time, the club director sitting in the main admissions seat finally couldn't sit still anymore, and a young, handsome, even cute man emerged from the cultural relics backstage.

There were beads of sweat on her pink hair, and she came to Mark impatiently with a totem pole on her shoulder.

"Student, would you like to take a look at the few remaining collections we have? If you can identify two or more fakes, you can join our History and Literature Department~" The young director smiled confidently.

"Not interested in."

But could Mark be an ordinary person? He just raised his leg and prepared to leave.

But how could the young minister let go of such a good seedling? He turned over the table and stood in front of Mark.

"How about listening to my conditions? You'll easily lose friends this way. Do you know why Babel is holding you back on your academic performance?" The young minister seemed to have seen through Mark. "You look like your academic scores aren't very high, are they?"

"What's this got to do with you?" Mark, whose soft spot was hurt, glared at the other person fiercely.

But the other party didn't care at all, waved his hand, and a smirk gradually appeared on his face:

"Of course it has something to do with me. Don't you know that after joining the club, if you get excellent reviews, you're guaranteed to pass the final exam? In other words, you can still pass the final exam even if you don't take it."

"Also, if you fail academic subjects for two consecutive semesters in this college, you will be asked to drop out."

"Or do you have the confidence to get a score of 60 or above at the end of the semester?"

Seeing Mark's face gradually changing color, the young minister couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that the other party was about to be persuaded by him. "Excuse me, but these days, there are not many people who can score 60 points based on their own strength without relying on the evaluation of the club."

"Isn't this forcing people to join the club?" Mark frowned. "I'm here to learn dueling, not these things."

"Is there a conflict?" The young minister clapped his hands and asked, "Duel, duel, first you need a card before you can duel."

"Let me ask you, how do you get cards? Do you just draw them? Or did a great duelist from your ancestors pass down a deck to you?"

"..." Malik's expression was silent. Since he left the grave-keeping clan, most of the cards in his hand were pieced together.

It was only because of his strong personal talent that he was able to squeeze into the academy, but this was also his bottleneck.

It’s not that the individual’s strength has reached a bottleneck, but the deck determines his ability to go online.

"That's why it's so important to develop students' personal expertise. There are so many incredible things in this Tower of Babel. Sometimes they're right in front of you, but you just lack the eyes to discover them."

The young minister snapped his fingers, and countless statues, clay figurines, globes, and stone statues appeared from behind him.

"This is the deck I discovered! It's called [Legacy of Prehistory]! I found it in the ruins of a certain historical civilization in the Tower of Babel. It's the only one of its kind in the world."

"And therefore I have become the user of No." The young minister stretched out his right hand, and the bright red number 6 made countless people envious.

"Learning is only the worst way to pass. It only represents the foundation for your journey through the Tower of Babel. However, balance also means no distinction, and no distinction means no advantages. Those high and mighty elves will not favor mortals."

It must be said that the young minister's words touched Mark's heart, especially when he saw Zhao You bringing the elves home in batches, which made him believe what the other party said.

"In this Tower of Babel, there exist civilizations and spirits beyond your imagination. They won't just fall into your pocket out of thin air. You need to use your wisdom, your talents, and your expertise to discover and conquer them. Strength is only one of countless options. Of course, being a good student doesn't hurt either. For example, on this floor we're on, there's a genius called the Secret Disc."

"He's the SPYRAL Elf on this floor, and the core of the SPYRAL deck. But he's both an Elf and a scientist. A foolish person wouldn't even be able to meet him, let alone gain his approval."

"Similarly, our History and Literature Department also includes several paleontology research clubs, such as the Paleontology Research Club and the Dinosaur Evolution Club. We've already discovered decks like [Evolve Bug] and [Burgess Beast], and these weren't obtained through duels."

"As for the other clubs, it's pretty much the same. Basically, the ones that have survived to this day are the ones that have actually done something. But there are exceptions. Hmm... See that dessert club? The club's president founded it with the goal of creating a dessert that could conquer the Golem dessert. Sadly, even in this generation, no one has managed to succeed."

"Of course, you can also consider other clubs and choose the one you like more, but I think choosing what you are better at is the fastest way to discover your potential. But compared to other clubs, the strength of our club is obvious to all." The young minister pointed to the small stalls around them. In comparison, their History and Literature Department did occupy a large area.

"Is there anything else you are interested in?" The young minister looked at Mark with a smile, and beneath his gentle smile was a devilish temptation.

"..."

"Where do I fill out the application form?"

(～o￣▽￣)～o... give

Chapter 123: Unable to Compromise, Accidentally Killed

"Yes, if you join our club, you're guaranteed to pass the final exam. How about joining our [Gourmet Club]?"

The director of the Food Department stared at Zhao You with burning eyes. He had already heard from several consultants in the cafeteria that there was an extraordinary young man in the first grade. If Zhao You could be invited in, it would definitely be a great help.

"No, no, no, I think this student is more suitable for our [Pastry Department]. We usually say that the red case and the white case are inseparable, but today it is better to separate them clearly. My little brother, as long as you join our dessert department, you will definitely have a share in the future battle of Magic Puppet Dessert!"

A burly man wearing a chef's hat, who looked more like a butcher than a cook, patted Zhao You on the shoulder, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"We, the Western chef, disagree!" But no one paid any attention to him.

"My dear classmate, you have amazing bones. Why don't you join our great [Meat Modification Club]?"

Another big hand pressed on Zhao You's shoulder. Since the appearance of a shirtless man holding dumbbells in his hands, the air was filled with the smell of anxiety.

"Fuck you, you faggot! Didn't you see our classmate Zhao is wearing a sword? Good brother, I didn't expect you to be a kendo practitioner too! Come and fence with us!"

"Fly, what's there to fight about between a bunch of faggots and a bunch of bitches?"

"Good brother, I think you have a pretty good foundation. Do you want to join our [Transvestite Department]? We can help you package your debut~"

As more and more people gathered around, it was not until the "strong and powerful" Miss Xixiang, dressed in gorgeous clothes, appeared that everyone turned their attention to her.

"Get out of here! You're a demon!"

"Don't insult the transvestite, you bastard!"

Huh? Is this what you care about?

By the way, what kind of achievements can this [Demon Identification Department] make?

Just as they were unfolding their duel plates and preparing for a big fight, Zhao You had already slipped away.

This time, Wang Zhai has also broken free from the temptation of Lolita.

"How to say?"

"It's a bit difficult to decide. From my inner point of view, I still want to choose the Lolita club." Wang Zhai clenched his fist with one hand, and tears of unwillingness fell down both sides of his cheeks.

"Haha." Zhao You rolled his eyes at Wang Zhai and pointed at the ministers who were already arguing fiercely behind him. "I heard from those ministers that our college didn't originally have a final exam for academic subjects, and even other branches didn't have one."

"In the beginning, there were no bonus points for clubs. Students joined the clubs to improve their strengths, and then there were internal assessments. It wasn't until the formation of the 'Lolita Club' that things became like this."

"Why?" Wang Zhai asked naively.

"It's just that some pervert is the Dueling King of Dragon Country. If you try to reason with him, he'll challenge you to a duel. So much so that they had to change the rules later on."

"So that's what Teacher Dong said."

"Whether you point it out or not, just consider it as giving Longguo some face." Zhao You patted Wang Zhai's shoulder. It was really difficult for the school.

In order to cover up the fact that the students are all lolita complex, they had to go through a lot of trouble to force them to quit the club by using their grades, in an attempt to get everything back on track.

The result is that where there is oppression, there is resistance. The dean of studies took the lead in calling for freedom for us duelists, and even for freedom for XP, so that this damn club still survives to this day, and many students are even inspired by it and more have emerged.

The school had no choice but to increase its efforts, and finally even included academic performance. Of course, it announced to the outside world that all the duelists in our Dragon Country are elites.

"Impeccable" elite.

"The key is that other countries don't understand. On the one hand, they curse the damn Dragon Country for being so unruly, and then they start to be unruly themselves. It's really hilarious."

“So abstract?”

"It's normal for a school to do things for show. They're so stingy with a 100,000 yuan air conditioner, but can't they just buy a million yuan stone?" Zhao You shook his head, as if he had seen through everything. "I guess the school has been wanting to abolish those damn departments for a long time. You can figure out the anti-version thing yourself."

"That's true, although I'm a little reluctant to part with the pretty president of the Lolita Club, I'd better be cautious."

The corner of Zhao You's mouth twitched. So it's the beautiful president you can't let go of, right?

He joined the Lolita club, but fell in love with the domineering president.

As expected of you, Saiou, the man who hypnotized Tenjouin was just the one who asked her to go out and play cards.

"In that case, I'll go to the God of Gamblers Department to take a look. What about you?" Wang Zhai asked, turning his head away.

"Me?" A mysterious smile appeared on Zhao You's lips.

With the role of the urban male protagonist in his hands, he is almost invincible in these fields. Does Kami understand?

If he goes to the food club, music club, or martial arts club, wouldn't that be a dimensionality reduction attack?

But now Zhao You just wants to ride his beloved little motorcycle.

My own elementary driving experience and the Edman D-wheel frame have not been touched yet.

"What I want to do is to be the king of Akina Mountain!" Zhao You laughed and said this before turning around and leaving.

"...It's over, this guy is going crazy again." Looking at Zhao You's excited expression, Wang Zhai had a premonition that someone was going to be in trouble again.

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"Go, go, go... Hurry up and catch up!"

Just when Zhao You was strolling around aimlessly, two little ones had secretly followed him.

It was none other than the famous and popular VTB actresses Kris Kieler and Lila.

The two of them followed all the way. This kind of "amateur" following was no different from open stalking. They didn't take it seriously, and passers-by just smiled knowingly.

Let this pair of little clowns play.

Here, they are the masters of this world, while they are just guests.

It is said that curiosity kills the cat. When Zhao You took out Lena, Kisskiller and Lila felt like their hearts were being scratched by a cat's claws.

Especially when it comes to exploring other people's secrets, as thieves, they can be said to have no choice but to do so. There is nothing that a thief cannot steal and no news that a thief cannot grasp.

This is their confidence. During the time they were following Zhao You, they had even thought of the gimmick for the next day.

[Shocked! The secret that makes Zhao You so powerful is actually...]

I bet someone will come to see it!

With this idea in mind, the two little guys followed Zhao You all the way from the East Building to the West Building, and only stopped in a relatively secluded place.

"Mechanical Engineering and Microelectronics Computing Programming Club?"

Okay, okay, this club, which sounds similar to a certain National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, is the group that claims to be the most professional in the D round of the academy.

At the entrance of the club, a blonde senior student snorted coldly.

Her face is cool and beautiful, with three-dimensional and deep features, like a carefully crafted work of art, and every line reveals an unignorable royal demeanor.

Those deep eyes, like a bottomless pool, sparkled with wisdom and majesty, as if they could see through all the hypocrisy and insignificance in the world.

Her posture is upright and elegant, and her every move reveals an innate noble temperament, especially her height, which is estimated to be close to 1.9 meters.

Those two legs are actually longer than an average person's life.

She walked slowly to Zhao You, with her arms folded across her chest, and every step seemed to declare her territory and authority.

"Our club doesn't accept just anyone. First, you have no experience driving a D-wheeler, and second, you know nothing about mechanical engineering. If you just want to ride a D-wheeler for fun, there's a motorcycle club on the right." The girl's expression was slightly cold. She always took the attitude of rather killing the wrong person than letting the one who just wanted to join the club get points.