Silent Magician’s blast pierced the darkness. The Supreme King’s army that Ha Des had cherished was shredded by the attack, the thick black mist dispersed, the barrier shattered.
The light in Ha Des’ eyes dimmed, along with the shadow of the king reflected in his pupils.
But perhaps it was just an illusion.
For a moment, Jaden felt as if the terrifying Supreme King behind the spirit was looking at him through those eyes.
As if to say—
—I see you.
But it was just a fleeting illusion. Jaden shook himself out of it, as if everything just now was a hallucination.
The duel ended, but Silent Magician did not return to Kira’s Deck. She still floated above the ground, staff in hand, standing upon a white magic circle, her robes and silver hair fluttering. Her cold eyes swept over the remaining subordinates.
Ha Des was clearly the core of this group, and with their leader defeated, the others were terrified, kneeling in trembling silence.
The blonde girl who had brought them here was pale as a sheet.
This wasn’t her first time doing this: many from other dimensions, elves, warriors, and travelers ended up dead or captured—never once had anyone escaped.
But for someone to turn the tables so easily, defeating the terrifying Ha Des in short order—today they had clearly provoked someone they shouldn’t have.
The girl had actually never left, hiding behind a rock at a distance, watching. Now that Ha Des had been taken care of, his subordinates likely doomed as well, she tried to slip away silently to report back.
Ha Des’ group was a lost cause. Her priority was to get to the nearest camp and warn the Supreme King ASAP.
But before she could turn, she suddenly felt a chill, her whole body enveloped in darkness. A demonic voice whispered in her ear: "Where do you think you’re going, little girl?"
Her heart tightened, and she instinctively looked back—to see that pitch-black demon lord had silently appeared behind her. His body was shrouded in evil black mist, and to look into his terrifying eyes was like gazing into hell itself.
The girl let out a piercing scream.
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Half a minute later, the Shadow Monarch Caius casually dragged the girl out as if picking up a chicken and tossed her down.
The minions had also all been subdued, helplessly looking at Kira.
"Don’t be nervous, we just want to ask a few questions," Kira said gently, "We come from a peaceful world, not fond of violence, and won’t hurt anyone unnecessarily."
The minions glanced at the limp Ha Des on the ground, who seemed to have no pulse.
"Oh," Kira said flatly, "He’s just sleeping."
The minions: "..."
Like a baby’s sleep, right?
Fine, if you say so, it is.
We wouldn’t dare say otherwise.
"We have business with your Supreme King," Kira got to the point.
He’s had clashes with the Supreme King’s forces in multiple places, defeating several of our generals, including some top duelists.
They say he’s strong and his duels are bizarre—he’s a master of dice, always turning the tables with a single die when he’s at a disadvantage, using unpredictable tricks.
Many of our top generals have fallen to him..."
Kira: "..."
This description... no way?
He thought for a moment and confirmed:
"Is this person blond by any chance?"
"Huh? You know him?"
The minion was surprised.
Kira pondered.
The legendary duelist Joey Wheeler went missing after Battle City. He was last rumored to have clashed with Tragoedia, and then vanished.
Tragoedia was never one for fair duels and preferred underhanded tactics.
If Tragoedia got tangled with Joey, and realized his dice skills were too hard to handle, he’d probably avoid a head-on fight.
Like, dig a pit and send him to the Spirit World, then block the exit or something...

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