Who let him play Yu-Gi-Oh!

"A death that was killed in one go?"

You Xuan frowned, held his chin and tried to recall.

Hmm, I seem to have heard this name somewhere before. But it seems like a very distant memory and I can't really remember it now.

"A hint?" You Xuan asked.

"It seems that this legend has been circulating in the academy for a while, but I haven't heard of it before."

Mina walked towards the house naturally while talking. She was about to sit down beside Youxuan's bed, but she was stunned halfway because she seemed to notice that the silent magician in a student uniform had sat down beside the bed before her.

His expression was as cold as ever, and he seemed to be concentrating on reading some book. He didn't even look over here, but his whole body seemed to be silently emitting a domineering aura, as if he was declaring some kind of sovereignty.

So Mina retreated angrily, not daring to move forward. She just stood aside awkwardly, coughed, and continued talking.

"In fact, more students have been sent to the infirmary in the past two days. Many students have become unconscious after the duel and have suffered injuries that would have been impossible to sustain in a duel."

You Xuan thought about it.

"Is it possible that the duel disk was modified?" You Xuan said, "It's not like something similar hasn't happened before. Some lawless people would modify the stereoscopic image impact system for the sake of excitement, which could cause damage that exceeds the safety value."

However, this behavior is generally more common in underground black market duels.

But Mina shook her head.

"No, it's different from that type of injury. I'm a professional school doctor after all, so the difference is quite obvious."

You Xuanxu looked at it.

So you really are a professional school doctor, not a part-time undercover thief?

However, Mina seems to be quite immersed in the role, as if she has really begun to worry about the safety of the students. It seems that she may have really regarded herself as a school doctor in her heart.

"Moreover," she lowered her voice and looked out the window before she spoke mysteriously, "some bystanders who occasionally passed by claimed to have seen the Grim Reaper."

"grim Reaper?"

You Xuan thought about it. His first reaction was of course the god of death who harvested souls in mythology, but he changed his mind and quickly realized that it might not be the case. After all, this is a card-playing world, and anything related to the supernatural is inseparable from cards. In this case, the god of death is likely to be a card.

"Yes, that duelist always appears with the figure of the god of death, so he is also called the god of death duelist. It is said that he sold his soul to the god of death and gained the extraordinary power of absolute one-shot killing. No one can escape that power. But it is also a cursed power."

You Xuan seemed to be beginning to remember now.

There seems to be such a thing in the original animation. A student sold his soul to the god of death and exchanged his life for the power of the god.

The tenth generation students at that time expressed great confusion.

Huh? Isn't it just to draw the card you want? Why do you have to sacrifice your life?

Isn't it possible to do this kind of thing as long as you are sincere and want it?

But you must admit, although the fee charged by the god of death was not cheap, the deal was really worth every penny. After the contract was completed, the student really gained the ability to draw with God, and he really achieved the point where he could get whatever he wanted. Based on this ability, he assembled a deck that could best bring out his God's power.

"Interesting. But you're making trouble in my school. Even the God of Death would have to be prepared."

You Xuan stood up and said.

"Then let's investigate a little. We'll meet this god of death when we get a chance and see if he's really as powerful as the rumors say."

At this moment, in the Duel Academy, in a remote place in the dense forest.

A student in an Obelisk blue uniform and a duel disk stood on one side of the duel field, looking at the man opposite in horror.

The man who was surrounded by black mist and looked somewhat hideous.

He had an exaggerated expression, raised his arms high, and seemed to be chanting some ancient spell.

"The skull in my right hand is the cry of victory! Down! Down! Down!"

I saw that there was a really pitch-black skull on the back of his raised hand, and black air was swirling around the arm, like a black dragon formed by black fog.

Then even the sky seemed to respond. Dark red clouds gathered above him, thunder and lightning surged in the clouds, and lightning struck the ground. Thick black fog gathered together and turned into a strange black shadow.

He was wearing a dark robe, and under the shadow of his hood were faintly visible white bones. He held a long sickle in his hand, like a ghost, floating above the man until his figure almost overlapped with his body.

The Obelisk blue student opposite was shaking like a sieve.

"God of Death, you are."

The man continued to chant.

"Give it up, my life!"

"Draw it, it's a one-hit kill card!"

A pitch-black tornado rolled up around him, and the hand with a skull printed on it was placed on the deck.

"Draw a card!"

Each card draw was like a bolt of lightning that tore through the dark red sky. It was as if the card draw itself had turned into thunder and lightning, surging towards the student opposite with unrivaled surging power.

“Uooaaaaaah!”

The students screamed.

The game ended with just one card draw. The student fainted and the cards were scattered all over the floor.

“Hahahahahaha—”

The man opened his arms, raised his head and laughed triumphantly.

"This is my power, a card draw that kills with one hit, the literal power of death!"

"Now I am absolutely invincible, the strongest in the duel world with the legendary power of card drawing! I will no longer lose to anyone, and I am no longer afraid of anyone!"

However, just when he was feeling proud, the phantom of the god of death appeared again, floating silently behind him.

"But I hope you haven't forgotten the price that comes with victory."

The voice said gloomily.

"Um?"

The man turned around and glanced at the grim reaper behind him, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he just smiled gently.

"Ah, I know. Victory comes at the cost of one's soul. It doesn't matter, you can take whatever you want of life. But according to the agreement, the contract has not been completed yet."

He glanced at the deck on his duel disk.

"When I won the GeneX Championship, when this one-hit-kill deck proved to be the strongest. By then, I had reached the top. If you want my life, just take it."

But as he spoke, his vision began to blur. He shook his head and tried to sit up, but he eventually fell to the ground and passed out.

However, just before he fell into coma, he seemed to hear someone shouting in the distance.

"I finally found you, Death Duelist! Let's duel!"