Who let him play Yu-Gi-Oh!

“Roar! Aaaaaahhhh!!!”

David roared unwillingly.

Impotent rage.

Why?

Obviously, he could enjoy the pain of a dark duel and was not afraid of the fear of death, but he still felt such anger, such despair, and such powerlessness.

This was also the first time in his life that he felt——

——There are people in the world whose duels are ten times darker than dark duels!

In comparison, for a moment David felt that the pain he had inflicted on his opponents in the dark duel in the past and the darkness that he thought had driven people into despair, all of a sudden seemed a bit trivial.

All that real harm and physical torture suddenly seemed boring and was simply the lowest level of means.

The real deep and terrifying darkness should be like this. In the dark duel, deprive the opponent of the right to duel, leaving the opponent holding a hand of cards but unable to do anything, and can only listen to the countdown of death approaching little by little, and watch himself fall into the abyss of destruction step by step.

“This is the king.”

David fell to his knees, speaking with difficulty before his eyes went out of focus.

At the end of his life, he felt that he had understood the true meaning of darkness. The kind of duel that tortured the opponent both physically and mentally, a truly terrifying duel.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize it, and he no longer had the chance to put it into practice.

Darkness erupted from his body, and the twisted black energy briefly transformed into shapes like facial features, staring at him with eyes full of anger.

"Again."

It was Tragodia’s voice.

"Why is it always you?"

"Who or what are you?"

"As you can see, he is just an ordinary human being," You Xuan said, "a duelist passing by."

Tragodia: “.”

Why don't you listen to what you are saying?

Even we, the pure dark overlords, think you are a little too dark, and you still have the nerve to say that you are just an ordinary human being?

Who believes it?

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me. I'm not interested in your background anyway." Tragodia said grimly, "But why do you want to stop me? Why do you want to be my enemy?"

"Interesting, that's what I wanted to ask. Why are you always hanging around me?"

You Xuan Dao.

"Me? Circling around you?"

Tragodia almost laughed out of anger.

"Do you think I like you?"

"If it weren't for those damned priests, their white-feathered elves, and Matt's feather of truth, why would I come to this broken island?"

Tragodia was still cursing as he spoke this, and was obviously quite depressed.

You Xuan's heart moved.

The spirit of the white feather, the feather of truth of Maat.

He quickly made an association and seemed to understand.

"I see, you came here for those two elves?" You Xuan smiled slightly, "That's a pity, it looks like you won't be able to get those two elves."

Tragodia: “!”

The face created by the black energy of the crayfish seemed even more abstract, and his eyes stared at You Xuan as if he wanted to see through his soul through his eyes.

This is Tragodia's greatest secret.

He died in the Pharaoh's temple and was sealed by the priest who possessed a thousand-year-old artifact because he lost his heart in his pretense.

The White Feather Spirit summoned by the priest took his heart and placed it on one end of the Millennium Scale to judge his sins. On the tray at the other end of the scale was a feather called the Feather of Truth, which represented the embodiment of truth, justice and order.

Today, three thousand years later, the former priests are no longer around, the Pharaoh's dynasty has collapsed, and even the immortal seven thousand-year-old artifacts have been lost in the long river of time.

But the abominable white-feathered elf and Matt's feathers still exist in reality and hold the key to his complete resurrection.

That white feathered elf is now called "Winged Chestnut Ball". Originally, it was snow-white, hence the name "White Feather". But after taking away Tragodia's heart three thousand years ago, because the darkness in that heart was so majestic that it was unimaginable, its white feathers were dyed black as they are now.

And the Wing of Truth, three thousand years later, has now transformed into a monster card named "Light and Dark", and also exists in the form of an elf.

After a long period of investigation, Tragodia finally managed to locate the two elves.

The good news was that the feathers of the White Feather Elf and Matt were all together, as if they were gathered in the same place by fate. This saved him from running around the world, and his destination was very clear.

The bad news is that both of them are concentrated in Duel Academy.

If it were in most other places in the world, with his ability and means, he would have been able to kill his way in and take the two cards. But in the Duel Academy, there was a barrier that he couldn't bypass.

That is the Duel King.

Tragodia gritted his teeth.

If he was in good condition, he would not even be afraid to fight the Pharaoh himself. But now he has not even found his heart, and he has seen the ability of this duel king more than once. To be honest, he is not sure about facing him head-on.

"If that's the case, then it's not easy for you either." You Xuan chuckled, "Are you feeling okay?"

Tragodia: “!”

His eyes widened even further and he stared straight at You Xuan, almost doubting that he had heard it wrong.

"How do you know!"

He screamed at the top of his voice.

No way, this is impossible.

Only the priests who were present knew that he was sealed in the temple. That was the temple where elves and monsters were sealed in ancient Egypt. It was an absolute royal palace forbidden area, and no one else could see it.

When the priests realized that Tragodia was a monster created by the survivors of the village they slaughtered when they made the Millennium Artifact, they immediately swore to each other on the spot that no one would reveal a word of what happened today, and that the Pharaoh must not hear it under any circumstances.

Because the Pharaoh was unaware of the bloody massacre of the village behind the birth of the thousand-year-old artifact.

Therefore, there is no historical record of what happened that night, and the few priests who knew about it have been dead for three thousand years. The situation that night has long been buried in the long river of history, and no one should know about it.

But the person in front of him, who should be from three thousand years later, seemed to know even the details that he had lost his heart. If he had not seen it with his own eyes that night, how could he have known about it?

The crayfish was struck by lightning and racked his brains to recall what happened that night.

That night in the forbidden temple, who else was there besides myself and those priests?

"Who are you?"

Before his figure disappeared, the crayfish couldn't help but ask again.

There was a hint of fear in his voice.

"I did."

You Xuan just smiled as he looked at Tragodia, whose remaining power in David's body had been exhausted and was gradually becoming transparent.

"Just an ordinary human duelist."

Tragodia: “.”