Sector 13, Starlight Street, Number 533.
As the streetlights just lit up for the evening, this small tavern erupted with boisterous, chaotic sounds.
Diners gathered around, devouring greasy, salty grilled food while venting about recent misfortunes or proudly boasting to their companions.
In a corner on the second floor, several young people were brimming with smiles.
They raised their glasses together, enthusiastically celebrating something.
“Cheers!!!”
Under the amber light, frothing beer shimmered slightly.
One of them, Tank, excitedly said, “After all this effort, Yusei’s D-Wheel can finally start!”
“Yeah!” Nervin, the tall, slender young man wearing small glasses beside him, chimed in.
“This should be the first purely handmade D-Wheel in the entire Satellite, right?
Yusei’s skills are truly amazing!”
Smiles filled all their faces.
The young man in the center, named Yusei, chuckled and sincerely said, “Thanks to everyone’s help, otherwise it would have been impossible to find so many parts in such a short time.”
Tank patted his chest.
“It’s nothing!
We brothers all work in the factory, so unwanted metal scraps are easy to find!
If you still need more, we can go grab some again!”
Halfway through his sentence, Nervin quickly gestured for him to lower his voice.
“Shh!
Don’t talk so loudly about this.
I heard there’s been a problem at the factory next door recently.
The factory director wants to sell their jobs to someone else.
If people find out about us privately taking parts, I’m afraid this kind of trouble will fall on our heads!”
Tank froze, only then realizing he had spoken out of turn.
His companions beside him laughed and comforted him, “Alright, it’s unlikely to be such a coincidence.
It’s quite far from D-Sector here, so we probably won’t run into anyone we know.”
As the group was talking, Yusei, dressed in a rider’s suit, suddenly directed his gaze towards the distant staircase entrance.
The others looked over as well, and indeed saw someone they knew from the factory.
However, that person wasn’t their supervisor; on the contrary, their relationship was actually quite good.
Dichu De turned his head and smiled.
Another person was following behind him.
That person was somewhat more robust than Yusei, and both their eyes carried the self-confidence and keenness of a Duelist.
“Next time~” Dichu De waved his hand.
“Today I’m specifically treating my new friend~”
Dichu De and these people worked in the same factory, but their workshops were different.
Strictly speaking, they were practically two different groups, and not particularly close, so Dichu De also didn’t introduce Youcao to them.
But Youcao seemed quite interested in that person.
As soon as he sat down in their reserved spot, he asked Dichu De, “Who are they…?”
Dichu De picked up a water bottle with a somewhat rusty exterior and poured some plain water into both their cups.
“Ah, they’re just guys from the neighboring workshop.
We don’t interact much.
Only Rali is really close with them.”
“Phew—”
Dichu De took a light sip, only to realize the water in the bottle was completely cold.
He waved his hand and called out to a waiter, “Hey!
Heat this up again, and bring us the menu too!”
After speaking, Dichu De chuckled again.
“But, going back to the topic, Rali seems to be well-received everywhere, and everyone looks out for him.
Oh, by the way, Youcao, among those people, there’s one wearing a rider’s suit.
Did you notice him?”
How could Youcao not have noticed?
As soon as he came in, he was drawn to that person’s peculiar hairstyle — several strands of hair, like bull horns, stood up on both sides of a flattened hairstyle, accentuated by a few dyed red streaks.
From a distance, it looked like a King Crab perched on his head.
Looking across the Yu-Gi-Oh!
series, only the protagonist of 5Ds — Yusei — has this kind of hairstyle.
“Hmm, I saw him,” Youcao replied.
Dichu De lowered his voice mysteriously: “He’s actually a D-Wheel rider too, but you don’t have to worry.
His strength isn’t considered strong, and he’s just a mechanic… ha, ha, even in mechanics, you might not be inferior to him.”
According to his memories of the plot, Yusei at this time was still exploring dueling, even to the extent of being instructed by his rival, Jack.
The structure of a D-Wheel is far more complex than that of an ordinary motorcycle.
Anyone who can manually build one from a pile of scraps is a genius, let alone that Yusei’s father was the famous scientist who created the Moment perpetual motion engine back then.
A novice like himself, who was only half-trained and had only worked as an apprentice in an auto repair shop for a few years, wouldn’t dare to compete with someone like that in this field.
Before long, freshly boiled hot water was brought up.
Dichu De chose a few of the restaurant’s signature dishes, then pushed the menu over.
Youcao didn’t order much, only two of the cheaper items.
After sending the menu back, while waiting, the two finally got down to business.
Dichu De seriously suggested: “Youcao, since you can defeat the security officers and also beat Akagi Ryoji, your strength should be considered quite good throughout the entire Satellite.”
“For so many years, people from the Satellite have never had the opportunity to go to New Domino City with recognized identities.”
“It’s not easy to have such a chance to turn things around; you must seize it!”
Youcao naturally wanted to participate in this competition, but he had his own difficulties: “I’ll register, but the problem is that the Deck and D-Wheel I’m currently using aren’t my own.”
“Ah?” Dichu De paused.
Youcao sighed lightly and recounted what had happened earlier.
Of course, he didn’t mention that he had transmigrated, only saying that he had encountered an accident when he first arrived in the Satellite, then by a strange turn of events, woke up from a pile of fire, and after that, was forced onto that D-Wheel to Duel with Security Officer Trudge.
After listening to Youcao’s narration, Dichu De couldn’t help but say, “These days, the horrific organ trade has been rampant.
Although I don’t know what you actually went through, honestly, you’re too lucky.”
Youcao nodded.
At this moment, the first grilled dish was brought up.
It was two portions of sizzling ribs, drizzled with a “sizzling” black pepper sauce, with a few sparse florets garnishing the plate.
“Eat first!
Eat while it’s hot!”
Dichu De’s mouth was practically watering.
Normally, they could barely afford even a hot meal.
He skillfully cut off a piece of grilled meat with his knife and fork and put it in his mouth, but the taste didn’t seem as good as he had imagined.
“Ugh, next time I won’t come when there are so many people.
This place is getting more and more disappointing; it wasn’t this shoddy before.”
Dichu De cleared his throat and slightly lowered his voice as he said to Youcao, “Your situation isn’t difficult.
That D-Wheel and Deck don’t have names written on them, so once they’re in your hands, they’re yours.”
“If you’re really worried, I have a way that can help you.”
“However… D-Wheels and Decks have never been cheap…”
(end of chapter)