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

"..."

My mind suddenly went blank again for a moment.

"……Is not it?"

——No, I shouldn’t say such things.

"...All you have done to me is to destroy my dignity, and then use me as a clown, and the world as a stage, to add fun to the two of you."

——I can’t, it shouldn’t be like this.

...but I can't stop.

The heat from my mental illness churning in my chest made me tremble all over.

I squeezed her hand hard, with the strength of an adult male causing her finger bones to crack.

She looked at me with some sadness - this sadness, as well as the fact that I had hurt her, ignited my emotions.

"I should have died in that winter! That snowy mountain! Or at the hands of some evil god! - Then I can proudly say in Eden that I died fighting against something huge, evil, and invincible and dangerous... whether it was women's rights or something else!"

Unconsciously, tears came to my eyes.

"But I won! Because of the power you gave me, I defeated the evil god! I defeated the strong! I defeated all the people who deserved to die and those who shouldn't die!"

——Ah, you are so narrow-minded that I feel pathetic even when just listening to my own heartfelt words.

"And I won again and again! Even though I... even though I was just a shell that was supposed to die in the winter, I played the last card of my life, I repaid the favor, I..."

If it was before that cosmic journey, I might have chosen to play cards with her without hesitation - but at this moment, it was different.

She must have known this, too.

I have reached many romances, and at the end...

The scene just now flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes——

[Don't disappear again]

Ah, I see…

At that end of Katsuragi, Haruka had already seen through everything.

...Because of me, there is nothing to desire.

I act because my friends don't need to say anything.

I act because God asks me to.

I act because of my children's needs.

I respect the Dharma in my heart.

I can buy the cards I need.

I have the ability to do whatever I want.

But I... When I faced a wish she gave me, I...

I discovered that I was just an empty shell.

I don't even know where this anger comes from, how humble.

My lips trembled and I couldn't speak.

"……it does not matter."

She ignored her hand that was hurt by my shaking, and just looked at me with very sad eyes. Then she used her other hand to put her arms around me and hugged me to her chest.

——I didn’t resist, maybe I just... gave up.

“It doesn’t matter… I’m a whore, a bad bitch, the most asshole and lowly thing in the world.

If you feel that pity and charity are insulting to you, you can apologize in any way I want... reweave the story any way you want, rewrite everything."

Hurting yourself with such harsh words will only make me feel sad.

——I know I was wrong, but I...

Before I could open my mouth, she used a little more force with her hand to stop me from speaking.

"But I have to tell you - you are important - you are not a prop to me, nor a disposable pawn."

She tried hard to please me gently with this attitude.

"You've tried hard and done well—much better than I ever did in the face of this power."

Kindness——? It feels a little different.

My brain, which was somewhat dulled by the tears and emotional outburst, felt some emotions that should not have appeared.

"Your principles are good, your fighting spirit is good, and your efforts are good..."

——Ahh, is that so?

"It's also good to cry like this. I like the way you jump for joy when you get a new card, the way you think deeply during a game of cards, the way you teach your children, the way you listen to their suggestions, and the way you worry about their feelings."

——Just like me, saying things that shouldn’t be said and doing things that shouldn’t be done.

The sense of disharmony she felt just now was also proof that she had no foresight into the future.

She definitely doesn't want to know the outcome of this relationship, but she -

"Perhaps this feeling shouldn't have appeared in the first place - but I..."

She gently, gently

"I like you."

Still asserting this.

Each deck can have up to three cards of the same name:

Chapter 332 65 Because of the Hope of Deception

(It’s similar to 64. There are supplementary files in the introduction group, but I saw that 63 and 65 can be seamlessly connected, so I won’t make a harmonious version)

[I ask you not to have any memories of what happened before this.]

【I ask you to have a new life. 】

【I ask you...to be happy. 】

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Where should I begin?

——Oh, right, snow mountains.

That winter day, that encounter.

Now that I think about it... for me, that was an encounter that should not have happened.

The young man went up the mountain alone, covered by snow, like a quilt made of heaven and earth.

"...Dark Game?"

I know that Ubbo-Thalas is completing its resurrection ritual - I plan to focus on resurrecting these dead after I kill him.

——But, it’s very strange.

The boy in front of him didn't look like he had the Dark Game - but he was alive with the scent of the Dark Game.

...I was only slightly interested.

The power of dispatch is my instinct, it is as easy as my arm.

I squatted down and looked down at the dying man.

My power tells me…because he won.

He's a stubborn guy who keeps looking for - or even hunting - the owners of the dark game... just to play cards with them.

——Believing that the game between life and death is different from the normal game is one of the kinds of ignorance that I love.

I gathered the hem of my robe, raised my legs, and continued to watch—

He won a few games, and then...it wasn't these games that put him here.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling a little regretful.

——During his duel with the owners of the dark games, he saved a woman.

She was a gangster's woman...a woman who climbed up, up, to a certain position.

…There are no other women in that organization.

The gang boss was the owner of a dark game, and then he defeated him.

The black power is collapsing, and the ripples are destroying everyone.

As the organization fell apart, this guy rescued the woman with a half-hearted act of chivalry.

——Then, he was framed.

That woman was a vassal of power. As a token of his allegiance to joining a feminist organization and becoming a certain symbol, he was sent to prison... The charge was false accusation of molestation, and the case was settled based on his confession.

One of the episodes was that in order to participate in the tour the next day, he bribed the police and gained temporary freedom before the charges were determined.

But at the tour, she was taken to the police station by the feminists who rushed in shouting.

...Ha, now it's even more real.

The sky is dark and people are filled with resentment.

His name spread throughout North America before the court made the decision to deport him.

Spurned and driven out of his residence by the landlord - and then, collapsed on this snowy mountain.

--Unfortunately.

...Unfortunately, that's what I think.

If it were him, if he fought to death, perhaps there should be another ending different from this one.

It should be fighting to death, not being framed to death.

It should be covered with wounds, not an undefeated demise.