Yu-Gi-Oh!: Worldwide Mix, the Ultimate Necromancer Duel

"Misawa Daichi is eliminated!"

"Kageta Village No. 2 is eliminated!"

"Marufuji Sho is eliminated!"

"Wan Zhangmu is eliminated!"

"..."

The cold, synthesized voice echoed through the park, and elimination messages popped up one after another from the duel disk, like death knells.

You Chen glanced down at the scrolling list on the screen and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Marufuji Sho's elimination was expected.

Wan Zhangmu is going to be eliminated? This guy is so fast, it really surprised him.

In other parts of the park, students who also saw the elimination list were in an uproar.

"No way? Manjoume's out too?"

"It's only been a short time, and more than ten have already been eliminated in the first batch?"

"Misawa Daichi and Manjoume are both out? Are you kidding me?"

"This battle royale game is too weird..."

You Chen withdrew his gaze and ignored the commotion.

He now has more pressing problems.

You Chen stared at his Duel Disk, somewhat astonished, and said, "So, once you have more than sixty cards, the Duel Disk becomes unusable."

He was also wondering how Pegasus limited everyone to sixty cards.

He currently has two decks.

However, you can't have more than sixty cards in your possession.

It's not the start of the count when the duel disk is inserted, but rather the entire body.

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Therefore, Youchen could only quickly mix the two decks together.

Start the quick selection.

First, quickly go through the options and select the general-purpose card!

For example, [Pot of Greed], [Angel's Charity], [Bitter Choice].

However, Bekas clearly imposed advance restrictions.

[Pot of Greed], [Angel's Charity], and [Life-Severing Talisman] are all limited to one.

The "bitter choice" option is relatively easy to limit to two.

That is, during the time of Axe King, there was not such a great threat.

After a round of selection, sixty cards were chosen.

There were quite a few cards among them, and You Chen had to reluctantly part with them.

Choosing forty more from sixty was even more heartbreaking.

This is only one win. If you win against more people, the smoothness of the entire deck and the difficulty of making choices will become even more challenging.

You Chen looked around, found a secluded old tree, dug a hole under the roots, and buried the remaining cards in it.

After burying it, they didn't forget to make a mark—they broke off a dead branch and stuck it in the soil, then moved a stone to weigh it down.

According to the rules, unless someone wins a duel, they can't use it if they find it.

So it doesn't matter if the dust isn't buried, but the main purpose is to make it harder for Pegasus to recycle the cards. If they don't find them, it's much better to come back here to dig for cards later.

You Chen patted the dirt off his hands, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It has to be said that people who play the "ghost deck" are more cunning than the average person.

……

the other side.

Manjou Jun knelt on one knee, panting heavily, staring intently at the masked duelist before him.

His field was completely empty.

Health points have reached zero.

On the other side, the masked man stood with three monsters side by side, and had four cards left in his hand, like three insurmountable mountains.

But Wan Zhangmu was unwilling to give up.

"you……"

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"You are not a student of the academy!"

"And why were you able to see through my cards?"

The masked man didn't speak, he just stared at him coldly.

Those eyes were as hollow as two deep wells, devoid of light, spirit, and emotion.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a living person, but a walking corpse.

"Who are you?!"

Wan Zhangmu's voice was almost a roar.

The masked man finally spoke.

You have no right to know.

The voice was flat and monotonous, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

He walked over slowly, his steps unhurried, as if he had just finished a trivial task.

Just as he walked up to Manjoume, the phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his phone and answered the call.

Wan Zhangmu sat paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the phone, and then—

His pupils suddenly contracted.

There is a logo printed on the phone case.

International Illusion Society.

Illusion Society?

Bekas's company?

Countless thoughts flashed through Wan Zhangmu's mind in an instant—why would Pegasus send someone to infiltrate?

What is the purpose of these people? What are they going to do?

But before he could figure it out, a strange power suddenly enveloped him.

The feeling was like being squeezed from all sides by something, or like being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

He looked down at his body.

It is becoming transparent.

It disappears little by little, starting from the fingertips.

"What...?"

His voice trembled.

"No--!!"

Before he finished speaking, Wan Zhangmu transformed into a beam of light and was sealed into a card.

It slowly landed on the ground.

The masked man bent down, picked up the card, and glanced at it.

On the card, Wan Zhangmu's figure is frozen in a small space, his expression terrified, his mouth wide open as if he wants to shout something but can't.

Like a specimen.

Like an insect pinned to a card.

The masked man put the card in his pocket and whispered into the phone:

"Lord Pegasus, one has been dealt with."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an elegant laugh.

"Good boy!"

A gentle breeze blew, blowing the hair on the masked person's forehead.

The exposed eyeball is not a normal eye.

The pupil is etched with the pattern of an eye.

It looks like a thousand-year-old eye.

But it's clearly not a true thousand-year-old eye.

It was just a monitoring device connected to the person on the other side.

……

In the monitoring room.

The lighting was dim, with only a few large screens emitting a faint glow.

Bekas sat in a large leather sofa, legs crossed, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. The scarlet liquid rippled gently in the glass, reflecting his ambiguous smile.

The screen is divided into dozens of small squares, each containing a student from the park.

Some are running, some are hiding, some are dueling, and some have already been eliminated.

Pegasus's gaze fell on one of the squares.

Inside the grid, a boy was burying cards under an old tree, his movements as practiced as if he were planting vegetables.

Bekas's smile deepened.

He picked up his phone and pressed the call button.

"Let's continue hunting."

His voice was languid and cheerful, as if he were instructing a servant to prepare dinner.

"All of these people on the list I gave you need to be hunted down."

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Understood."

Bekas hung up the phone and took a sip of red wine.

My gaze returned to the boy's figure on the screen.

"Wandering boy..."

He murmured to himself, his gaze piercing through the patterns of the Millennium Eye, as if he were looking at an interesting toy.

"Let's see how far you can go."

……

The masked man glanced down at the list he had received on his phone.

He put his phone in his pocket and looked up.

The corners of his mouth, hidden beneath the mask, were slightly upturned.

"Don't worry, Lord Pegasus."

His voice was deep and resolute, echoing through the empty forest.

"With the combined strength of the four of us six-star duelists, plus your power, in this park—"

He paused.

"No one can stop us."