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

The enticing aroma wafted to my nose and lingered for a long time. The golden-brown pork chop was coated with a brown layer, with potato chunks, carrot slices, and onion pieces forming the pattern of the coating...

Okay, that's all for now, I'm hungry too.

As expected, he was starving, and upon seeing the food, he immediately grabbed a spoon and began to eat heartily.

The boy is eating...

He downed the drink in one gulp and exhaled a comfortable breath filled with the aroma of curry.

"Wow, this curry is delicious! It's so much better than what I eat in the cafeteria. Boss, the bill please."

The curry rice in the school cafeteria is just half a bowl of rice with a little curry sauce sprinkled on top, no curry broth at all, and a few slices of onion and sausage tossed on top. And it costs 9 yuan a serving...

Why don't we go eat bread?

"Thank you for the compliment. The total is xxxx yuan. Thank you for your patronage."

After paying, Chang Yan turned and left.

However, as Chang Yan turned around, the boss kept staring at him with a long, brooding look.

After leaving the house, Chang Yan did not choose to go straight back. Instead, he went to a bookstore, picked out a few comics (books) using the ID card that the system had given him, and then walked back to the arcade in a huff.

Today, I'm going to prove myself!

Chapter 116 A Sudden Awkward Silence

Sorry to bother you!

After watching his character get comboed to death by the opponent on the screen, Chang Yan covered his face and dared not show it to anyone.

How embarrassing! I lost to a primary school student in King of Fighters. I'm so ashamed I can't face anyone!

Chang Yan silently got up, left a few coins, and walked out of the arcade with a weary expression.

This is the spoils of the victor, and also the bargaining chip of the loser.

Do I really lack the talent for Van fighting games...?

It was already afternoon, but the light was still quite bright.

As the saying goes, we walked at a moderate pace toward a somewhat remote yet vast place.

"You've been following me for so long, and you still haven't given up, have you? You smell like curry."

"Amitabha Buddha, so you were discovered all along?"

Surprisingly, the curry shop owner started his day with a Buddhist chant.

After reaching Level UP, Chang Yan's perception surpassed that of ordinary people. After finishing his meal, he noticed that someone was following him, which is why he went to the arcade and played for several hours, deliberately killing time.

He had originally planned to make a phone call and summon a group of people to beat up the stalker, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up.

Firstly, he was afraid of making too much noise and causing someone to run away; secondly, he was now filled with a mysterious confidence.

A mere stalker, when a Dark game starts, won't he have to stand still obediently?

It wasn't until they reached this open space with the wind blowing in front of them that Chang Yan smelled that familiar curry aroma.

"A monk who runs a curry shop?"

"I was originally from the Peacock Kingdom, but later fled to the Japan Kingdom and was adopted by a monk. I opened this shop only to temper my heart in the mortal world, but now I am a lackey of Doma, so please do not be surprised."

The boss politely introduced himself and made it clear that he and Chang Yan were adversaries.

Buddhist monks in Japan are different from those in China. They can marry and have children, eat meat and drink alcohol, and pass on Buddhist temples as family property to their descendants. Opening a curry restaurant is no problem at all.

However, he was referring to Dorma, not Paradis Corporation.

This means that this guy can be considered a core member.

"The people of Dorma? It's said that the people of Dorma left behind a Dark Duelist's part here to assassinate powerful duelists. Are you from that unit?"

As the saying goes, he held the dueling disc across his chest, and at the same time, his ordinary eyes suddenly became sharp as he carefully examined his surroundings.

"That's right. You need not worry, I am the only one here. Although it is a unit, many of them are rude and fierce, so we all act alone."

Seeing Chang Yan observing his surroundings, the boss put his hands together and said calmly.

"Oh? You're so confident you can defeat me that you're telling me all this information directly?"

Although the monk said this, Changyan did not completely relinquish his perception.

I won't believe everything the enemy says.

"Not so, not so. As the runner-up of Duel City, I dare not underestimate you. Moreover, whether I win or lose is irrelevant; it's just death."

The monk spoke these words in a calm tone, as if he had already attained enlightenment and seen through life and death.

"That's right. So why did you join Dorma? You should know that Darz is just a charlatan and madman who wants to destroy the world. As a Buddhist monk, shouldn't you do your best to convert such a great demon?"

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"Alas, I had the same thought back then. Unfortunately, my cultivation was not yet sufficient, and I failed to save the Heavenly Demon. Instead, the Heavenly Demon saw through the darkness in my heart and converted me instead. Just as the leader of the Three Musketeers said, we, the henchmen of Dorma, all advance by relying on the darkness in our hearts."

Well, it's that dark and light stuff again, it's really mysterious.

I remember in the second part of Yu-Gi-Oh!, the one with Jaden Yuki, the so-called Light was a major villain.

"Then what is the darkness in your heart, Master? Would you mind telling me?"

As the saying goes, those with malicious intent begin by reopening old wounds, while simultaneously preparing to unleash a dark game.

However, considering his intention and actions to convert Dazi, I will reluctantly address him as Master.

"It's nothing serious. Since you wish to hear it, I will naturally tell you everything. As I mentioned before, I am from the Peacock Kingdom. You should also be aware of the caste system, right?"

If you don't understand the race system, just look it up.

"My father was a Kshatriya and my mother was a Vaishya. The rest of the story, in modern terms, is what you'd call a melodramatic soap opera."

"understood."

It's nothing more than the man's parents not accepting the marriage, and then all sorts of things happened, resulting in the death of both parents and the child surviving alone.

“After being adopted and raised by my master, I traveled the world with the power of the Dark Duelist. In the end, after seeing too much filth in the world, I went astray and became corrupted, which is what you young people call turning evil.”

Master, what exactly do you usually study?

As the saying goes, one should feel ashamed.

"But I also know that turning to the dark side is wrong, so I happened to notice what happened to Lord Dazi, so I fought my way into Doma's stronghold, intending to directly convert this demon."

Why did the art style suddenly change to muscles????????? Is he some kind of demonic monk?!

Seriously, Master, were you this fierce before?! You stormed straight into Doma!

"As you know, I was defeated and also converted. Since evil spirits roam the human world, why not start over? Alright, we've had enough of this chatter, let's begin."

"Is that so? Then—"

Darkness began to creep in.

An unnamed entity passed through an unknown passage and surged within his body.

A deep and chilling aura began to spread, as if one were in a dark and icy deep sea, or as if one were thrown into an empty sky.

"God is dead—"

The key to opening Pandora's box—

I need to rest for a while.

And so, the unknown aura vanished completely, and nothing happened...

The atmosphere immediately turned cold.

An awkward silence ensued.

Awkward—

What's going on?!

Why can't this spell activate the Dark Game?!

That's already dramatic enough! Why can't it be?!

Fortunately, the test was announced at this time, but it might backfire in an emergency later.

"Um, that doesn't count. How about you do it?"

Chang Yan scratched his head awkwardly and looked at the solemn-looking monk.

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.

How embarrassing, I misspelled "level" in English.

Chapter 117 Flame King

The monk's solemn expression was not the same as the common saying "God is dead." He was a Buddhist, and what did it matter to him whether God was dead or not.

What struck him as serious was the aura that Chang Yan had just exuded.

It is neither evil nor violent.

Instead, it is the even darker "unknown"!

What kind of spirit could possess such an aura?

"Well then, excuse me—"

The monk closed his eyes and spread his hands out to his sides, as if he were circulating his qi.

Then, a hot sensation spread across Chang Yan's skin.

"Killing is for the sake of protecting life; cutting off karma is not killing people! Garuda Realm, open!"

The monk clasped his hands together forcefully again, his eyes blazing with anger, and a scorching aura erupted from the middle-aged monk.

Waves of scorching heat hit Chang Yan's face, and a barrier mixed with red and orange appeared before his eyes.

This is different from the dark duels I've seen before, but as long as the nature is the same, it's fine...

"Duel!" x4

As the saying goes: 4000LP