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Ye Xing nodded slowly and said.

“If… if it's not too late.”

“However, what’s done is done…”

Ye Xing reached out and patted Yagami Light on the shoulder, smiling as he said.

“Let's play tennis first.”

… …

The next day, in the morning, at a large tennis court in Tokyo.

“Bang!!!!!”

Accompanied by a loud noise, the arena fell into silence. Even the referee on the sidelines was stunned for a few seconds before raising his hand to signal that the male student on the opposite side had won fifteen to zero.

The high school boy, who had gained the upper hand at the start, was now looking at the handsome young man with a kind smile on his face, standing on the other side of the net. He felt the wind, just from brushing past him, was like being cut by a sharp knife, because the ball was too fast just now. His entire brain was in a state of shutdown.

Just now…

What exactly happened?

He turned his head and found that a pit had appeared on the hard white wall below the distant stands. The tennis ball that had brushed past his face was firmly embedded in it, still spinning.

“What's wrong? It's your serve, hurry up and serve.”

Holding a tennis racket, Ye Xing, who was like a demon in the player's eyes, chuckled and said.

“I didn't aim well this time, I won't make any more mistakes with the next ball.”

Hearing this, a middle-aged man who looked like a coach stood up from the sidelines and shouted at the referee.

“Referee, I protest! The opposing player violated sportsmanship and deliberately aimed at my player's body! I demand his disqualification!”

The referee also looked dumbfounded. It was the first time he had encountered this kind of situation.

The speed of that ball just now…

If that hit someone, wouldn't they die on the spot?

“Did I hit someone? Did I ask? Huh?”

Ye Xing also looked at the referee, smiling and said.

“I already said that the ball just now was a mistake. Who would deliberately not score points and just want to hit someone?”

The referee looked embarrassed, thinking that there was indeed no such rule.

Not to mention that just now, the Sobu High School player did not hit the opposing player's body. Even if he really did hit him, the first time would only be a warning. After a warning, if he deliberately hit again, that would be a disqualification, which is a direct loss.

But the problem is…

If that kind of ball hits someone once, the game will be over in the true sense.

Just as the referee was hesitating, not knowing how to judge, Suka Natsumi, who was watching the game from the sidelines, walked over and said softly.

“Mr. Referee, I remember that the tennis rules don't say that you can directly disqualify someone if they haven't been hit, right?”

Immediately afterwards, Suka Natsumi maintained her sweet smile and slowly said.

“To directly disqualify someone in this situation… if that's the case, I would have to suspect that you have accepted bribes. By the way, I'm a reporter, what's your name?”

Hearing these threatening words, the referee didn't dare to tell Suka Natsumi his name. He just coughed lightly twice and announced loudly.

“The game continues.”

Today can only be 5000 more

Sorry brothers, I've been dealing with divorce matters recently, mainly because I have children, and I have to adjust my state. After all, there are so many plots behind, and I don't want it to be a bad ending or be unfinished due to a decline in quality. Please forgive me.

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Chapter 422 Amadeus's Awakening, the Decisive Battle Between “Kira” and “Mask”

Hearing the referee's decision, the opposing player and coach couldn't help but change their expressions, thinking that if that ball had hit someone just now… at the very least, they would be crippled.

No… this isn't a professional game, it's just a high school national competition…

There's no need to gamble your life for this kind of competition, right?

“I… I…”

The player gritted his teeth, but finally raised his arm, showing an unwilling expression as he signaled to the referee.

“I forfeit…”

Hearing that the player had voluntarily chosen to give up the game, the referee breathed a sigh of relief, raised his left hand, and announced to everyone watching the game on the sidelines.

“Game over, the winner, Sobu High School's Ye Xing.”

Hearing the referee's announcement, the audience on the sidelines did not applaud, but instead let out a burst of boos. After all, in their opinion, the movements and posture of this Sobu High School Ye Xing player were completely like an amateur. He was just relying on that amazing power to hit balls that made others afraid, thereby winning in this unsportsmanlike and disgraceful way.

Listening to the boos from the sidelines, noticing that the students, coaches, and parents sitting in the stands were all casting unfriendly, even slightly contemptuous, glances at Ye Xing, Yagami Light looked at Ye Xing, who was sitting next to him, drinking ice-cold Coca-Cola as if nothing had happened, and shook his head with a wry smile.

“By the way, even if you played normally, you should be able to crush that guy, right? Why bother using this method?”

“Because it's the most efficient.”

Ye Xing looked indifferent, even waving to the booing audience as if celebrating his victory. The result, as you can imagine, was even louder boos.

“Being able to win with just one ball, isn't that the most efficient way to win quickly? As for the boos? I don't care at all. A game is a game. If you were my opponent, what would you do?”

Hearing this question, Yagami Light didn't even think about it and answered without hesitation.

“If it were me, I would pretend to be unable to dodge, or misjudge, and deliberately crash into the ball you hit, so that you would be warned by the referee, or even directly disqualified, and then I would be able to win.”

“That's right, isn't it?”

Ye Xing shrugged and chuckled.

“That's why I only treat you as an opponent in this competition. If you don't even have the determination to sacrifice your own body for victory, then why should you compete with me?”

“Although I agree with your statement, but…”

Yagami Light smiled, teasing.

“This doesn't seem like something that should be said in a high school amateur competition, right? The determination to sacrifice one's body or even life for victory is a bit too heavy.”

“It doesn't matter, anyway, this isn't a real competition.”

Ye Xing put the can of ice-cold Coca-Cola in his hand on the table and said in a calm tone.

“Tomorrow night, I have invited all the members of the Super-Quantum Club, as well as Minamigata Hane and Amane Suzuha. I want them all to bring Makise Kurisu to Tokyo. Furthermore, I have also contacted Professor Leskinen through Makise Kurisu and arranged to meet him face-to-face.”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, Yagami Light became interested, and a hint of scarlet light flashed in his brown eyes.

“Are you going to take action?”

“Yes.”

Ye Xing nodded slightly, picked up the ice-cold Coca-Cola again and took a sip. Drinking a can of ice-cold Coke in the hot weather, coupled with that victorious posture, almost made people think that what he was holding was not Coke, but a glass of red wine.

"You like to gamble with me? I'll just flip the table and show my cards. I want to see how they can gamble with me."

… …

Later that evening, in an apartment building in Tokyo, a dozen or so people of different ages and dressed in different ways, who looked like ordinary people, were actually members of SERN sent from the future to the present, gathered together.

The atmosphere in the room seemed a little heavy.

After several minutes, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses slowly opened his mouth.

"He actually invited the 'me' on this timeline... Could it be... that he has already guessed it...?"

Hearing his question, a cold, mechanical female voice came from a mobile phone placed on the table.

"According to the information currently available, we have not contacted Alexis Leskinen on this timeline, and the other party has not taken any suspicious actions. The inference is... a 97.3% probability that 'Mask' is talking to Alexis Leskinen because Makise Kurisu has become his assistant on this world line. In addition, our interference from the future timeline has led him to become interested in the topic of brain science. It is just a simple meeting, with no risk."

Listening to the woman's analysis coming from the phone, the middle-aged man remained silent. After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth and asked a question that none of the other SERN members present had expected, a question that seemed unrelated to the topic.

"Why... did he come to participate in this tennis tournament?"

The application icon on the phone kept flashing, as if to express that the artificial intelligence installed in it was undergoing complex thinking. After a long while, it gave an unexpected answer to the SERN members.

"I... don't know..."

"You don't know?"

Hearing this answer, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sink his face, clenching his teeth and saying.

"Amadeus... is it actually a failed product...?"

SERN's greatest scientific achievement in the decades to come was not brain science or memory modification, or even the technology to mass-produce Soul True Bodies, but this artificial intelligence called Amadeus.

Different from ordinary artificial intelligence, Amadeus's greatest feature is that while retaining computing power, memory, and logical analysis capabilities that exceed humans, it can also evolve itself by constantly absorbing information, just like a real human.

It can be said that in Leskinen's eyes, Amadeus is not an artificial intelligence, but...

A superior substitute for humans, a higher-level being than humans, and the future evolutionary trend of humans. As long as the memory is copied into it, it is equivalent to achieving immortality in another sense.

At the same time, precisely because of the Amadeus program, SERN can implant the memory information it chooses into any independent artificial intelligence program. In the perspective of the highly intelligent Amadeus, it is experiencing a complete life.

After the customization is completed, Amadeus's emotions, individual memories, all of this are extracted in an informational way, and then implanted into SERN members, thereby completing the plan to create spiritual power users.

It can be said that all of SERN's achievements are based on the Amadeus project.

But now...

The SERN members finally realized one thing.

Amadeus simply cannot predict "Mask's" behavior.

Their previous predictions had all been biased, but at the time they thought it was due to insufficient information collected.

But the question that the middle-aged man asked just now was different from before. It was not asking Amadeus to predict "Mask's" behavior, but asking him the reason for doing so when it was known that Ye Xing had taken action.

The result is obvious.

Amadeus cannot analyze it.

Her logic, rationality, and intelligence all tell her that in the face of a strong enemy, even when her identity has been exposed, "Mask" should not participate in this kind of tennis match that would attract attention and have no practical significance.

But Ye Xing just did it.

"I... I... I can't understand..."

Amadeus, just like a real human, finally understood at this moment that she could not understand Ye Xing's motives at all, and that she had no meaning of existence other than creating spiritual power users.

Listening to the noisy current sound coming from the phone, as well as the female voice that was almost collapsing, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, gave the surrounding SERN members a look, and said in a deep voice.

"This Amadeus individual has collapsed. Format her program and start over from the day we arrived on this timeline."

"Format... ting..."

Hearing this familiar word, Amadeus, who was in the mobile phone program, was finally no longer in the form of a program icon, but turned into a human being who seemed to be trapped in the mobile phone screen.

"I am... Amadeus..."

Amadeus's appearance is exactly the same as Makise Kurisu, even the voice and clothing are exactly the same.

She held her head in her hands, as if she had fallen into some unknown confusion.

"Am I... Makise Kurisu... or Amadeus... I..."

Looking at the humanoid figure displayed on the screen, and the other party's words that had obviously fallen into out-of-control distortion, the middle-aged man pushed his glasses and said expressionlessly in a deep voice.

"Hmph... Makise Kurisu, the Amadeus created with my student as a model, can't even withstand this kind of pressure, it's really disappointing..."

In the next second after he said these words, the sky outside the window suddenly became dim.

"This is..."

A SERN member stood up and walked to the window, looking at the scarlet moon outside, and frowned.

"Has an evil spirit pulled us into the Reverse Side? The frequency of strange events in Tokyo during this period is really high. We've even run into it."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to reply, he inadvertently glanced at the table, and his expression instantly froze.

I saw that in the mobile phone, the Amadeus program, which looked exactly like Makise Kurisu, had completely disappeared, and the other party's voice could no longer be heard.

"Amadeus... Where did she go?"