When a card game club is pulled into the Yu-Gi-Oh! world by the system

zzzzzzz.......

Quiet at night

A person lying in bed opened their eyes.

And those eyes were completely black...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Hehe, it's late at night, this is a good time for tomb raiders to be active."

A white-haired man with a sinister grin opened the door, making no attempt to conceal the metal ornaments on his chest.

—One of the Millennium Artifacts: The Millennium Wisdom Wheel

"A thousand-year-old piece of jewelry, a thousand-year-old staff—I never expected two to appear here at once! It's truly a stroke of luck. Although they're both from the tomb-guarding clan, but—"

“I’ve killed far too many vampires who guard the grave! Not to mention there was one guy who was crippled and whose God Card was taken away, so he was no threat to me at all.”

Bakura silently searched for Malik, intending to first seize the Millennium Regalia from the crippled man, and then steal the Millennium Regalia from the woman.

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I'm going to visit relatives for the Lunar New Year's Eve, so I'm updating in advance...

Don't worry, GX's story definitely won't be cut.

Chapter Thirty: The Mysterious Black Mist

"Found it! I didn't expect it to be in the hospital room. You two really have a deep bond between master and servant."

Bakura easily opened the door and saw Rishid lying on the hospital bed and Malik getting up from the recliner next to him.

"Who are you? This is a hospital ward, not a place you can just come and do as you please!"

After banishing Dark Malik, Malik came here to take care of Rishid and did not witness the duel between Bakura and Yugi Muto.

However, he did not recognize Bakura, but he recognized the ornament on Bakura's chest—the legendary Millennium Wisdom Wheel!

Why does this person possess a millennium-old wisdom wheel?!

"Who I am is not important. Hand over your thousand-year-old staff, and I may spare your life and that of your servant; otherwise... hmph."

An invisible black aura spread from the Millennium Wisdom Wheel, gradually enveloping the ward.

His implication was clear.

Hand it over, and you'll live.

If you don't hand it over, you die!

"Hmph, who do you think I am!"

Malik's eyes darkened, and he picked up the Millennium Staff beside him to fight back.

What a joke! If they hand over the Thousand-Year Staff, wouldn't he and Lishid be at the mercy of others?

He's someone who's been trained by the tomb-guarding clan since childhood, a sinner who murdered his father and stole the God Cards, and the boss of the illegal organization Gurus. Do I even have any shame?

"Even without the God Cards, I can still defeat you!"

Despite Malik's arrogance, Bakura maintained his sinister smile.

"Is that so? Perhaps I am no match for you, but don't forget, you have a severely injured cripple on your body!"

"What—that damn bastard!"

Malik gritted his teeth, enduring the headache, and activated the Millennium Staff to protect himself and Lishid.

He could fight back if he was only being protected, but with Rishid severely injured and unconscious, it really wouldn't work...

No, we must call my sister or the Pharaoh over, or if that doesn't work, Chang Yan will do!

This time, it's my turn to protect you, Lishid!

I picked up my phone, only to find that there was no signal at all.

"whispering sound."

"Give up. This place has been cut off from outside signals for a long time. Besides, do you think you can defeat me? Look at this one, Gravedigger!"

Bakura's sinister smile widened again, and then he pulled a golden eyeball from his pocket.

Upon seeing the golden eyeball, Malik's eyes widened in shock, and he involuntarily took a step back.

"That, that's—the Millennium Eye! Impossible, how could you have two Millennium Artifacts!"

"Hahaha, how could it be impossible? Oh right, you seem to be the leader of an underground organization, right? Oh dear, if I let you go, it'll probably cause a lot of trouble later. I'd better just kill you. Don't worry, after I kill you, I'll send your loyal servant down with me. After all, that's what he wants too, isn't it? Hahahaha!"

"asshole--!"

Malik growled, glaring fiercely at Bakura.

If looks could kill, this white-haired creature would probably have been stared to death.

Unfortunately not.

"Hahaha, obediently be swallowed by the darkness!"

"How can this be repaired—!"

Malik gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.

The brilliance of the thousand-year-old staff was gradually suppressed by darkness, and its range became smaller and smaller.

"Muda, Muda, you are still—who is this power?!"

Just as Bakura was about to kill the two people in one fell swoop, he discovered that a terrifying and profound dark power suddenly descended, crushing Bakura's dark domain with its immense power, and then suppressing all the Millennium Items with an even more suffocating power, causing the brilliance of the Items to become dim and without light.

how can that be!

How could someone possibly suppress three ancient artifacts all by themselves?

A thick cloud of black mist spread out from the darkness, gathering in a corner of the infirmary and refusing to dissipate.

Two red lights shone in the black mist, like a person's eyes.

"Who are you!"

Bakura asked the question aggressively, trying to gain the upper hand.

This is bad! Such terrifying power is too exaggerated!

What exactly is this guy trying to do?!

"......"

The black mist didn't speak, but instead extended a part that resembled a hand.

A black duel disk made of an unknown substance appeared on his/her/its arm.

"A dark duel, huh! Ha, you've chosen the wrong opponent."

Bakura laughed loudly, and darkness formed a duel disk in his hand, as did Malik.

Why am I also—

"Defeat me and you will live; be defeated by me and you will be condemned to darkness."

The black mist spoke.

But this sound—

It's like a series of overlapping voices, composed of countless elderly people, men, women, children, and babies speaking and chanting together.

It was incredibly bizarre and sent chills down my spine.

"Duel—begin."

A flash of red light signaled the start of the duel.

Mysterious Black Mist: 8000LP

Malik: 4000LP

Bakura: 4000LP

"I'll go first, draw a card! Haha, I'll Normal Summon [Dead Knight] (this card is a Normal Monster in the anime), then activate the Continuous Spell [Dark Door]. The effect of this card is that only 1 monster can attack during each player's Battle Phase. Then I'll Set 1 card, and end my turn."

The skull-headed death knight sat astride his warhorse, his greatsword pointing towards the black mist.

(His name is Death Knight, but he's a demon...)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Death Knight

Race: Demon

Attribute: Dark

Star rating: 4

Attack: 1900

Defense: 1800

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"My turn, draw a card, tch."

Malik's expression turned sour after he drew a card.

His deck was built around [Ra's Winged Dragon of Ra], but now that he has lost this god card, the deck's combat power has become very low.

What I need to do now is rely on the powerful resurrection and defensive capabilities of the slimes in my deck to survive, and then take advantage of the moment when these two are both exhausted to send them to their deaths in the darkness!

Only in this way can Lishid and I be considered safe.

这场决斗，不是2v1，而是1v1v1！

"I Defense Summon [Humanoid Slime], Set two cards and end the turn."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Humanoid Slime

Race: Water