Who let him play Yu-Gi-Oh!

“Win!”

Judai happily gave a victory sign.

"What a pleasant duel!"

Although he said this, his opponent was now lying on the ground, rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth, his body twitching from time to time, and it clearly did not look like he agreed with him.

But Judai didn't care.

In a dark duel, if you lose, you have to pay something. However, he is using the duel to help the cultists trapped in the darkness escape from the control of the cult, but there are some adverse reactions in the process of escaping.

Oh no, I almost forgot again. Judai remembered that strictly speaking, he was now in the dark camp, and the enemy was the light camp. If he had to say, his mission should be to help the cultists trapped in the light return to the dark.

Never mind, it's not important.

The point is, he's doing good things. And he's doing it through happy duels.

So Judai left the member of the society who was foaming at the mouth and looked at the rest of the people with a smile.

“Who’s next?”

The rest of the people shuddered, and when the boy's gaze swept over them, they lowered their heads and avoided his sight, just like the poor students in class who were afraid of being called on by the teacher to answer questions.

"You?" Judai randomly clicked on one of them, "Come on, duel!"

The man shuddered all over and shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, I've already come to my senses!"

"Huh?" Judai was stunned.

The man quickly took off his shiny white uniform, crumpled it into a ball, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice in disgust.

"Why am I wearing this, by the way? What was I doing before?"

The people behind him stared at him in amazement for a few seconds.

After they realized what was happening, they quickly followed suit, stripping off their clothes and throwing them to the ground. Some stepped on them, some cursed, saying that the Light Society was a waste of their youth, and some even spat on them.

Judai was stunned and blinked twice, unable to speak for a long time.

ah?

Where is your faith? Where is your guidance of light? Where is your promise to sacrifice your life for the light of the universe?

While he was at a loss, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder from behind. Judai turned around and saw that it was Youxuan.

"It's over."

You Xuan Dao.

Judai was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood.

No wonder the original believers of these societies changed their attitudes so quickly, and each of them seemed to have realized their mistakes and changed their ways. It seemed that the source of the enemy had been eliminated by You Xuan, and the control of light over them was rapidly fading, so they were able to wake up so quickly.

Thinking of this, Judai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had just thought that his duel was so scary, because the cultists who didn't want to play cards with him were actually scared awake.

"Is that all?"

At this time, Jonouchi also appeared from the corner of the corridor and strode towards the two of them.

“Is this the end?”

It looks like he's still a little unsatisfied and hasn't had enough.

Jonouchi hasn't played much in recent years. He hasn't participated in any competitions for many years, let alone played against decent opponents. Recently, he suddenly played a few high-intensity games, and his addiction to cards came all of a sudden.

"It seems so."

Judai turned his head to look in the direction where Youxuan came from.

Melo, who was full of vigor and looked like he was going to dominate the world before, had now completely lost his filter. He was sitting in the corner like a broken toy, muttering to himself.

“No, you can’t.”

“Give it back to me. My light, my other half. I am the chosen one, I must not.”

The people in the city were enthusiastic and came forward to Mello.

"It's all right now. You've escaped the Light of Destruction and are free."

But Mello's eyes were dull as he looked up towards the city.

“No, you don’t understand,” he said in frustration. “Without it, I’m nothing. Now, I’m a loser again.”

Jonouchi frowned.

"If you feel that you need to rely on a cosmic wave of unknown origin to not be a loser, then in my opinion you are already a loser enough."

Mello had lost all of his previous momentum and just looked at him resentfully.

"You are a legendary duelist, so of course it's easy for you. You don't understand?"

"I?"

Jonouchi laughed out loud.

"That may be true in your opinion, but the most common ridicule I have heard in my life is that I am a third-rate mediocre person with no talent."

"Maybe, maybe this is really me. I'm not the reincarnation of a priest, nor am I possessed by some powerful spirit, or holding some incredible props. Damn, maybe I'm just average."

"But,"

He pointed at himself and said with his head held high.

"I'm a guy who never gives up, no matter what. Every day, I can look myself in the mirror with my head held high and tell myself that I am becoming better than I was yesterday."

Melo: “.”

Judai was the first to step forward, his eyes sparkling, "Oh, Jonouchi-senpai is so handsome!"

"ah?"

Jonouchi suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Really? Ahaha, I was just saying that, but I also know that I'm handsome."

You Xuan didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but want to say in his heart, Cheng Daozi, there is nothing wrong with what you said, but as a man whose at least three sides of the dice are 6, what you said is somewhat unconvincing.

The president is probably the only person in the world who can mock him as a third-rate mediocrity.

But regarding the part about not knowing how to give up, Jonouchi does have a lot to say. He is indeed blessed by fate, but he also lost all the way in DM, but he became stronger and stronger with each defeat.

He faced the phantom god with a mortal body, and took a cannon shot from Pteranodon in the top dark game. He was able to get up again with the help of bonds and perseverance. In terms of willpower and resilience, even the protagonists of all generations could not compare to him.

"Anyway, the world was saved, mission accomplished."

Jonouchi stretched lazily.

"I'm hungry too." Judai said with a smile while rubbing his stomach.

"Oh, now that we're out, why not go see Grandpa?"

Jonouchi's eyes lit up.

"Let's go get something to eat."

"Grandfather?" Judai asked curiously, "Mr. Jonouchi, is this your grandfather?"

"It's not mine," Jonouchi said with a mysterious smile, "Well, you'll know when you get there."

So, after a moment.

In Tong Shiye’s old house selling cards, a white-haired grandfather was sweeping the floor with a broom. He would stop from time to time and pound his waist with his fist.

"Oh, I'm old, my back is not strong enough anymore"

At this moment he seemed to sense something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pushed the door open and walked out.

"Yugi? Are you back?"

However, as soon as he went out, he saw his old acquaintance Jonouchi, who was accompanied by a red-clothed boy with a jellyfish head and a sunny and handsome boy in yellow, smiling and greeting him.

Judai: "Oh this is the legendary Mr. Game's home!"

You Xuan: "Hello, sorry to bother you."

Jonouchi: "Long time no see, Grandpa!"

"Oh, Jonouchi and friends, please come in."

Grandpa opened the door, but then murmured something strange.

"Strange, why did I just feel like I was back in the game? This sixth sense used to be very accurate."