For a moment, flames blazed across screens everywhere in the space station.
Everyone stared in dumbfounded silence.
A dead silence.
Inside Herta's office, Asta's eyes widened as she cried out, "No wait, why did he suddenly pull out a tactical nuclear missile?!"
Arlan blinked, stuck in a daze and unable to recover his senses.
Herta, however, calmly analyzed:
"The Simulated Universe only uploaded his data; it didn't equip him with a nuke."
She stared at the flames on the screen.
"It was himself, using the data space's simulation to release power in this form. In other words, even if he didn't deliberately pull out something like this, he could still cause this level of destructive power."
Inside the Simulated Universe.
Yan Huan wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking quite satisfied with the flying nuclear warhead.
The entire city was reduced to flying ash, and he himself was blasted into an afro, even his teeth blown away.
Spitting out a puff of black smoke, he said in surprise:
"Heh heh, this thing is really great."
Immediately after, the surrounding scene began to shift.
It turned into a cyberpunk military base, filled everywhere with robots Yan Huan had never seen before.
Those robots, seeing Yan Huan, flashed red one after another, their chests opening up as they charged up electromagnetic cannons.
"Turns out there aren't just Voidrangers."
Yan Huan scratched his head, his appearance having returned to its initial state at this point.
Under everyone's gaze, he put one hand on his hip, pointed at the sky, and shouted loudly:
"Autobots, transform, roll out!"
As lights flashed, a red-and-blue semi-truck impressively appeared on the space station's screens, and then began to transform.
"Kuku-kiki--!!"
Amidst the silence of all the researchers, the Autobot Yan Huan turned into pulled out a Gatling and began strafing the enemies throughout the base.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat--!!"
Herta's office.
In March 7th's pink-and-blue eyes, the sparks leaping across the screen continuously reflected.
"Why does he insist on making a move like that? Can't he just defeat the enemies normally?"
Herta said flatly:
"Clearly, a screw loose in his brain got crossed the wrong way again. Pay him no mind."
On the public screen.
Throughout the entire testing process, Yan Huan's chuunibyou shouts constantly echoed from the screen, and the things that flashed out after the flashes of light were all sorts of eclectic oddities, without a single duplicate among them.
Five minutes passed.
"Balala Power, ooh-la-la, Black Magic Transformation!" Such a voice came from the screen.
Ten minutes passed.
"Moonlight Throne, fire!"
Fifteen minutes passed.
"Taste my Litang Dingzhen Furong Wang popped bead!"
Twenty minutes passed.
"Combine, everyone, I'll form the head!"
Twenty-five...
"Eat a Zaipeiliao Ray from me!"
Looking at those colorful special effects on the screen, many people sat down and fell silent.
Even though Yan Huan was strong, the scene at that moment still made them feel awkward.
What the hell were all these things anyway?
They clearly wanted to catch a glimpse of an Emanator-tier combat prowess, but ended up being made to watch cartoons in public.
He couldn't just do whatever he wanted simply because this was the Simulated Universe!
"Brother Yan Huan is fighting great! I love Ultraman the most!"
"I think that Great Beast God Seven-Combination is also very handsome."
"You guys don't take Little Moon the Black Magic Fairy seriously?"
"Stop talking. Brother Huan wearing that Gothic Lolita Dress and holding a Magic Wand is simply too blinding to the eyes. Rong Cangzhong has already gone to wash his eyes... blech."
Chaos instantly broke out in the space station.
They said it was to let the researchers observe together, but what on earth could anyone observe from this?
Fighting till now, the map had changed several rounds, and not a single Aeon had appeared.
Inside Herta's office, Dan Heng even felt awkward, turning his head slightly so as not to stare at the screen.
As for March 7th, she sat off to the side, frantically tapping away on her phone, though who she was venting to was anyone's guess.
She furrowed her brow deeply.
It would be one thing if Yan Huan played around by himself, but now everyone in the space station was watching.
He was style-over-substance fish-shooting in all sorts of fancy ways right in front of so many people without turning a hair or skipping a beat.
This made March 7th feel like the Express Crew wouldn't have the face to face anyone in the future.
Herta, however, was unfazed and kept staring at the screen display with considerable interest:
"He's watched quite a lot of shows, hasn't he?"
Subsequently, she turned her head to say to the assistant beside her: "Once he comes out, add a restriction to the Simulated Universe. Don't let him use the data space to virtualize weird things anymore."
The assistant next to her nodded vigorously, indicating agreement.
Herta stared at the screen and continued:
"The combat simulation will end soon. Next will be the event category."
"Watching him bombard things wildly for so long without drawing the Aeon of Destruction is really somewhat baffling."
Since combat couldn't attract a virtual Aeon, they could only watch what came next.
Before long.
The scenario inside the Simulated Universe shifted once more.
This time, after Yan Huan opened his eyes, he found himself in a dim room.
"Huh?"
While Yan Huan was stunned,
the one-eyed dealer wearing golden prosthetic lenses ahead bowed to him like a gentleman.
This dealer's lower body was fused with the card table, looking somewhat strange.
He dealt chips to Yan Huan using ten arms.
"With a certain probability, you will flip over the most wonderful memories in the world." The dealer dealt a stack of cards in front of Yan Huan.
"You might also flip over some secret things that cannot be known. If your luck is bad, the consequences will be very dangerous."
Yan Huan: "..."
At that moment, the researchers watching Yan Huan all held their breaths.
Because they saw that this dealer looked unkind.
His expression was bizarre in the extreme.
Dan Heng looked at that dealer and analyzed:
"If he flips an unfavorable card, Yan Huan's situation could turn very bad."
March 7th also nodded. Never mind that the dealer spoke so politely just now, intuition told her Dan Heng was right.
Herta was likewise watching the screen without blinking, anticipating Yan Huan's choice.
What result will he flip out?
Yan Huan's combat ability was beyond question, having just given everyone a thorough display of it.
But a person's strength wasn't solely made up of power.
There was also luck.
At the card table, Yan Huan stared curiously at the dealer:
"Bro, where'd your legs go?"
The dealer: "..."
After a moment of silence, the dealer smiled bizarrely, ignoring Yan Huan's remark and repeating:
"Please flip it over."
Yan Huan glanced at his chips and couldn't help curling his lip.
"Huh, are these Cosmic Fragments? They can even be used as chips, too."
Cosmic Fragments were precisely the consumable items used in the Simulated Universe to upgrade Aeon Blessings.
The dealer wore a bizarre smile:
"Naturally. As long as you flip a good hand, these chips will naturally all belong to you."
Seeing that the dealer insisted on him flipping the cards, Yan Huan could only sigh.
"Fine then, since you put it that way."
The next moment, under everyone's gaze,
he actually pulled an AK out from under the table!
He abruptly stood up and pulled the trigger at the ceiling!
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat--!!"
For a moment, sparks flew everywhere.
Countless rounds of ammunition poured onto the ceiling, exchanged for dust and cartridge cases constantly falling down, soiling the entire card table.
"You think I'm an idiot? I have a gun, hurry up and hand over all the valuable stuff to me, you hear me!"
The bizarre dealer cast a gloomy glance at Yan Huan, a malicious look crossing his face:
"..."
Everyone in the space station collectively drew a sharp breath.
March 7th also despairingly covered her pretty face, unable to bear watching any longer.
"This moron..."
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