Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 528

Chương 528: Chapter 528: Just an Ordinary Human

"WRRRRRRRRRY!!!" 2

David roared in unwilling fury.

Powerless rage.

Why?

He could take pride even in the agony of Shadow Duels, he feared not even death—so why was he still feeling such fury, such despair, such helplessness?

This was also the first time in his life he realized—

—there exists a kind of duel in this world ten times darker than a Shadow Duel!

By comparison, all the pain he'd thought he'd inflicted on opponents in Shadow Duels—all the darkness he'd believed drove them to despair—suddenly felt childish.

All that real damage, all that physical torment… It felt dull all at once—simply the lowest tier of methods.

True, deep, terrifying darkness should be like this man's. Stripping your opponent of their right to duel within a Shadow Duel, making them hold a full hand yet be unable to act, forced only to listen as the countdown to death closes in bit by bit, to watch themselves step by step fall into the abyss of ruin… 3

"This is what it means to be a King..."

David collapsed to his knees, and just before his gaze went unfocused, he spoke with difficulty.

At the very end of his life, he felt he'd grasped the true essence of darkness: a duel that torments both body and mind—a truly terrifying duel.

Unfortunately, his enlightenment came too late. He would have no chance to put it into practice.

Darkness erupted from within him. The twisted black miasma briefly took on something like facial features again, its eyes glaring at him, full of vexation.

"Again."

It was Tragoedia's voice.

"Why is it always you?"

"What on earth are you—no, what are you, exactly?"

"As you can see, merely an ordinary human," Kira said. "Just a passing duelist." 2

Tragoedia: "…"

Do you hear yourself?

Even we pure lords of darkness think you're a little too dark, and you've still got the face to call yourself an ordinary human?

Who'd buy that?

"If you won't say, fine. I wasn't interested in your origins anyway," Tragoedia hissed. "But why do you obstruct me? Why do you oppose me?"

"Funny, that's what I want to ask you. Why do you keep circling around me?"

Kira said.

"Me? Circling around you?"

Tragoedia nearly laughed from anger.

"You think I like you or something?"

"If not for those damned priests, their white-winged spirit, and Feather of Ma'at being here, why would I bother coming to this broken island?"

He cursed as he spoke, clearly frustrated.

Kira's heart stirred.

The white-winged spirit. Feather of Ma'at…

He quickly made the connection. He seemed to understand.

His eyes opened wide, staring straight at Kira, almost thinking he'd misheard.

"How do you know that!?"

He screeched.

Impossible! Impossible!

The events of that night in the temple were known only to the priests present. It was the Pharaoh's forbidden temple for sealing spirits and monsters—a royal taboo—no one else could have seen.

And when those priests realized Tragoedia was a monster born from the sole survivor of the village they'd massacred to forge the Millennium Items, they immediately swore on the spot that no one could ever reveal a word of it—under no circumstances could it reach the Pharaoh's ears.

Because the Pharaoh knew nothing of the bloodshed behind the Millennium Items' creation, of the village slaughter.

So that night was never recorded in history. The few who knew had been dead for three thousand years. The events had been buried by time—no one should know.

Yet this man before him—clearly someone from three millennia later—seemed to know even the detail that he'd lost his heart fooling around. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes that night, how could he know?

Tragoedia felt thunderstruck and racked his brain to recall that night.

In that forbidden temple, besides himself and the priests, who else was there?

"Who are you really?" 1

As his form neared dissolution, he couldn't help but ask again.

There was fear in his voice now.

"I told you."

Kira looked at the fading Tragoedia, whose remaining power in David's body was exhausted and turning transparent, and simply smiled.

"Just an ordinary human duelist." 1

Tragoedia: "…"