Do you like Yu-Gi-Oh even if it's like this?

But, Udumbara went one step further.

"Answer me, Lord of another world, immortal, alchemy made of gold."

"... At this time, refusing would be too unromantic - you are violent and evil, but in a way, you are so simple and easy to understand."

The golden man finally couldn't resist the temptation, picked up a French fry from in front of Udumbara, and stuffed it into his mask along the edge of the mask.

"..."

Udumbara did not comment.

"If you are a seeker of knowledge, since you realize the absurdity of exercising omniscience and omnipotence through human subjectivity, you should also observe this subjectivity itself."

He pulled a card from his sleeve.

【Gold Maniac Eldlich】

The superior form of the Golden Lord - but it is not a superior form.

"I have been connected with countless alchemical products - unlike me, they are not pure as a technique, nor are they superior as a result. Most of them are worthless, and some are even just adventurers who came to my country, undead creatures that were created by the residual influence of alchemy."

He held up the mask and threw an unopened packet of tomato sauce in.

"The final product is this ridiculous thing called Gold Mania."

He pulled out another card.

"Darkened El Dorado Eternal Life Stone - During the process of giving birth to the Golden Maniac, alchemy lost the influence of the darkening, causing the Golden Maniac to be downgraded compared to me on the alchemy ladder."

The Golden Madman is regarded as the Golden Lord on the field, but he can never be pulled out by the Black Medicine.

As the Golden Lord, he has no inheritance of the high compatibility with skill draw.

"It feels wonderful to be the core of the Gold Maniac - my hands seem to be able to touch the borders of the country, everything living and dead is in my hands, and my 'self' seems to be unprecedentedly huge... But as the other alchemical products that became my hands and feet stopped moving, I realized the absurdity of this concept."

Eldridge brushed the crumbs off his mask.

"The only one who is truly immortal and can be called the product of perfect alchemy is me."

His gaze passed through the bandages and reached Udumbara's mind.

"I don't know if my answer can help you. After all, as an alchemist, I have very clear boundaries as a single entity... But for me, the 'self' is at least something that cannot be multiplied, let alone replaced."

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Chapter 242 107 Three Minus All Reverse

【The self is not unique.】

The moon was rising above the treetops, and a petite figure was writing furiously - writing in a diary.

[Serious people don’t write diaries—but I don’t know when I will forget this text, or even ignore this physically visible ink mark, but I still… record it here, just to try.]

[First of all, I should say straight away... the truth is two-sided, and multiple contradictory facts exist at the same time.]

[I have no hesitation in thinking that a female teacher is a teacher. This is true in my rationality, sensibility, and memory. Her name is Alice, she is a die-hard lolita control, a card player who is good at displaying explosions and speed changes, and has an inexplicable affinity for young children.]

5 [At the same time, before 'a certain point in time', I also thought that the man who appeared in the form of a deck was not the teacher... My rationality also told me so. Although I couldn't find a similar image in the card picture of the God Monument, there is no doubt that he is the main perspective of the God Monument card picture. It is normal that his face does not appear - at most it is just a vague guess. ]

[I can't explain everything I think about - cracks flashing in the rationality, while maintaining the existence of reality. ]

⒍She turned the pen around her thumb and index finger several times and then put it back on the notebook.

⑥ “The dividing point is…”

san [The dividing point was when I started to sort out the memories I had absorbed before - after that, my cognition seemed to be divided... I also thought that the man who appeared in the form of a deck was also a teacher. ]

⑷【This is also reasonable. I am afraid it is the same as what the teacher said before, dividing the existence including memory to complete the proliferation of individuals.】

The people she defeated in the dark game - Hero, Chou, and Rashiya.

2. As an excellent card player, she often reviews the process of dark games.

And because of the nature of her Dark Game, she can feel the memories flowing in - if she completely defeats the opponent after starting her own Dark Game, she can even look through all of the opponent's memories in the Memory Palace.

[I don't think it was Lecia, she didn't seem to notice anything wrong.]

[Die...I can't tell whether she can't sense something wrong in her nature or in her intelligence.]

[That hero is even more ridiculous. He doesn't even know what the Dark Game is. ]

Having written this, she couldn't help but stop writing.

——She knows.

If there is any memory that could have an impact, it's most likely... that guy.

"Woo..."

My stomach churned.

【Udumbara】

With trembling hands, she wrote three crooked words in her diary.

The night was growing colder.

..................................................................

The meeting between the Golden Man and the Bandaged Man ended.

——The golden man disappeared into the air, and Udumbara glanced in the direction of Mudongren, then left the store in a few jumps...leaving only a mess behind.

"Ugh……"

The people around turned a blind eye to all this.

Mu Dongren gently waved the card on his fingertips, and then the surrounding environment was restored to its original state - at least, it seemed to be restored to its original state.

(A skilled sleight of hand—but you have a visitor.)

Naya's words made Mu Dongren slightly stunned.

He immediately turned around and faced the figure that had appeared behind him at some point.

"…Hello, Senior."

——Mu Dongren did not recognize the girl in front of him... If you only look at her appearance, you can't even tell whether she is a boy or a girl.

But he always felt that the voice was a little familiar.

"You are... La?"

"it's me."

La nodded - at this time she was wrapped up tightly from head to toe, wearing sunglasses, fur clothes, thick boots and cotton pants.

"Aren't you hot?"

——Even though it’s almost spring, this kind of clothing is still too thick for this southern city.

“…It feels like having an extra layer of skin. It’s very comfortable.”

"...Come with me, it's my treat."

——Hearing this, Mu Dongren laughed dryly and walked towards the McDonald’s counter.

......................................................

"So - why did you ask me to come here? You weren't killed by that guy?"

“…Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.”

As she sipped the Coke, La's eyes were filled with tears, which flowed down the frames of her glasses.

"Senior...I don't know." She stammered.

“…I don’t know anything.”

"How come I don't know?"

Picking up a French fry and stuffing it into his mouth, Mu Dongren gestured to the other party to continue with interest.

"…Senior, do you think I deserve this? If I had done what you said, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

The advice Mu Dongren once gave - don't worry about your identity as an intelligence agent, just live a good life with Spider.

But now, it seems impossible.

"...No, I had some expectations." Mu Dongren's words made La raise her head.

"…I still deserve it though."

he added.

"..."

La's head dropped back.

"From the day you become an intelligence officer, you should be prepared to be torn between your emotions and the people you serve - but you are a genius to be able to stay away from both."

Mu Dongren shook the French fries in his hand.

"...I checked your information, and it's all been destroyed. You're not even an intelligence officer now, you're even an illegal resident. I guess you can't even contact your superiors."

Mu Dongren's words made La purse her lips.

——Since the day she became an intelligence agent, she had only a false identity.

Now, she doesn't even have a fake identity...

——Even if I get down from that rack, there’s nowhere else to go.

"…But, when it comes to solutions and a way forward, I still have one."

When Mu Dongren saw that he had been bullied enough, he slowly spoke.

"But before that, I have something to do."

"...What? Can I help?"⒐

"It's not a favor that needs to be repaid. There's no need to be so nervous."

He shook his head, then took out a deck of cards from his pocket.

"Let's duel - if you win, I will help you..."

There was a gleam of light in his eyes.