He's Really Showing Off

Suddenly, screens across the space station erupted in flames.

Everyone watching was stunned speechless.

A deathly silence fell.

In Herta's office, Asta's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "No way, why did he suddenly pull out a tactical nuclear missile!"

Arlan blinked, still dazed and unable to process what had happened.

Herta calmly analyzed:

"The Simulated Universe only uploaded his data; it didn't equip him with nukes."

She stared at the flames on the screen.

"He's using the data space simulation to unleash his power in this form. This means that even if he didn't intentionally pull out something like this, he could still cause this level of destruction."

In the Simulated Universe.

Yan Huan wiped the sweat from his brow, looking with satisfaction at the nuclear warhead flying away.

The entire city had turned to dust, and he himself had been blown into a wild hairstyle, even losing his teeth.

He spat out a puff of black smoke and said in surprise, "Heh heh, this thing is pretty good."

Immediately after, the surrounding scene began to change.

It transformed into a cyberpunk military base, filled with robots Yan Huan had never seen before.

As the robots saw Yan Huan, their eyes all turned red, and their chests opened, charging their electromagnetic cannons.

"So it's not just Troopers,"

Yan Huan scratched his head. His appearance had returned to its initial state.

Under everyone's gaze, he put a hand on his hip, pointed at the sky, and shouted loudly:

"Autobots, transform, roll out!"

With a flash of light, a red and blue semi-truck appeared on the space station's screens, then began to transform.

"Kuku KIKI—!!"

Amidst the silence of all the crew members, Yan Huan, transformed into an Autobot, pulled out a Gatling gun and began to strafe the enemies in the entire base.

"Dada dada dada—!!"

Herta's office.

March 7th's pink and blue eyes reflected the sparks jumping across the screen.

"Why does he have to attack like that? Couldn't he just defeat the enemies normally?"

Herta said calmly:

"Clearly, some wire has snapped in his head again. Just ignore him."

On the public screen.

Throughout the entire test, the screen was filled with Yan Huan's chuunibyou shouts. The things that flashed out after the light were incredibly varied, and not a single one was repeated.

Five minutes passed.

"Balala Power, woo-hoo-la-hoo, Black Magic Transformation!" the voice came from the screen.

Ten minutes passed.

"Moonlight Throne, fire!"

Fifteen minutes passed.

"Taste my Furong Wang popping boba, Litang Dingzhen!"

Twenty minutes passed.

"Combine Everyone, I'll form the head!"

Twenty-five…

"Eat my Zaipeiliao Ray!"

Gazing at the colorful special effects on the screen, many people sat down, falling silent.

Even though Yan Huan was powerful, the current scene still made them feel embarrassed.

What in the world were all these things?

They had wanted to witness the combat prowess of an Emanator-level fighter, but instead, they were subjected to a cartoon in public.

You can't just do whatever you want just because this is the Simulated Universe!

"Brother Huan fought so well, I love Ultraman the most!"

"I think that Great Beast God Seven-Combination was pretty cool too."

"Are you guys not taking Little Moon the Black Magic Fairy seriously?"

"Stop talking, Brother Huan in that Gothic Lolita Dress, holding a Magic Wand, is just too much for the eyes. Rong Cangzhong has already gone to wash his eyes... gag."

The space station was immediately in chaos.

They said they were letting the staff observe together, but what could they observe?

They had already gone through several map changes since the fight started, and no Aeon had appeared.

In Herta's office, Dan Heng felt awkward and tilted his head slightly, trying not to stare at the screen.

March 7th sat to the side, furiously typing on her phone, likely complaining to someone.

She frowned deeply.

It was one thing for Yan Huan to play by himself, but now everyone on the space station was watching.

He was doing all sorts of fancy fish-blasting tricks in front of so many people, without batting an eye.

This made March 7th feel like the Express crew would never be able to show their faces again.

Herta, however, was unfazed and stared at the screen with great interest:

"He's watched quite a few videos, hasn't he."

Then, she turned to her assistant and said, "After he's done, add a restriction to the Simulated Universe. Don't let him virtualize strange things using the data space anymore."

The assistant beside her nodded vigorously in agreement.

Herta stared at the screen and continued:

"The combat simulation will end soon; the event-based scenarios will begin afterward."

"It's truly baffling that he didn't attract the Aeon of Destruction after bombing around for so long."

Since the battle couldn't attract a virtual Aeon, they could only look forward to what came next.

Soon.

The scene within the Simulated Universe changed again.

This time, when Yan Huan opened his eyes, he found himself in a dimly lit room.

"Huh?"

As Yan Huan stood there, stunned.

A one-eyed dealer with a golden ocular implant bowed to him like a gentleman.

The dealer's lower body was fused with the card table, which looked rather strange.

He used ten arms to deal Yan Huan chips.

"There's a certain probability you'll uncover the world's most wonderful memories," the dealer said, placing a stack of cards in front of Yan Huan.

"You might also uncover something hidden, something that shouldn't be known. If your luck is bad, the consequences could be very dangerous."

Yan Huan: "..."

At this moment, all the staff members watching Yan Huan held their breath.

Because they saw that the dealer's expression was not friendly.

His expression was incredibly bizarre.

Dan Heng looked at the dealer and analyzed:

"If he draws unfavorable cards, Yan Huan's situation could become very bad."

March 7th also nodded. Although the dealer was speaking politely now, her intuition told her Dan Heng was right.

Herta also watched the screen intently, anticipating Yan Huan's choice.

What will he reveal.

Yan Huan's combat ability was beyond doubt; he had already shown everyone thoroughly.

But a person's strength wasn't just made up of power.

It also included luck.

At the card table, Yan Huan stared curiously at the dealer:

"Hey man, where did your legs go?"

The dealer: "..."

After a moment of silence, the dealer smiled eerily, ignored Yan Huan's comment, and repeated:

"Please, turn it over."

Yan Huan glanced at his chips and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Huh, are these Cosmic Fragments? They can be used as chips."

Cosmic Fragments were precisely the consumables used in the Simulated Universe to upgrade Aeon blessings.

The dealer showed a strange smile:

"Of course, if you draw good cards, all these chips will be yours."

Seeing that the dealer insisted on dealing the cards himself, Yan Huan could only sigh.

"Fine, if you say so."

The next moment, under everyone's gaze.

He actually pulled out an AK from under the table.

He stood up abruptly and pulled the trigger towards the ceiling!

"Dada-dada-dada—!!"

For a moment, firelight shot everywhere.

Countless bullets poured onto the ceiling, causing dust and shell casings to fall continuously, dirtying the entire card table.

"You think I'm stupid? I have a gun, hand over everything valuable immediately, do you hear me!"

The bizarre dealer shot Yan Huan a dark look, his expression turning hostile:

"..."

Everyone on the space station gasped in unison.

March 7th despairingly covered her pretty face, unable to watch any further.

"This idiot..."