Who asked him to play Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 1373 The Jade Throne
Tong Shiye, somewhere.

The alleyway was filled with a damp, musty smell, and the only source of light came from the pale neon lights emanating from the buildings on either side.

A yellow-clad duelist's raised arm cast a distorted silhouette on the wall, while the mechanical construct hovering in front of him emitted a screeching sound of gears jamming. The three-meter-tall metallic humanoid was twisted, its face covered in bronze armor, its stern and cold expression like a grotesque statue.

Its half-exposed steel wing slowly unfolded, the creaking of the hinges startling the crows at the alley entrance. Its posture resembled that of a fallen angel with half a wing broken. It was clearly designed as a male mechanical puppet, yet its bizarre lower body extended six serrated metal armor plates, opening and closing like flower petals.

A monster resembling a cursed puppet, with one eye emitting a chilling red light that sends shivers down one's spine.

"Is this all there is to it?" The man in yellow sneered, mocking his opponent. "What? I had such high expectations, and it turns out that this is all the so-called professional duelists in this dimension are capable of."

If things get to this point, what will become of your family?

"You bastard."

The professional duelist opposite him was trembling with rage, gritting his teeth but powerless to do anything about it.

"Who exactly are you? If you want to do something, come at me directly. Why are you dragging my family into this?!"

"Why?"

The man in yellow tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Of course, it's because you're bad at the game."

"What?!" The professional duelist opposite him was even more furious.

The man in yellow laughed loudly: "If I don't give a little motivation to a professional duelist as weak as you, how can I provoke you to show some real skill and let me have some fun?"

The professional duelist trembled with rage: "You bastard, you're a monster! I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

The man in yellow laughed heartily.

"Very good, very good, this is the momentum! Come on, get even angrier, if you want to kill me, then do it now, what are you waiting for!?"
I'm a demon who uses your family's lives as leverage!

However, as it turns out, even in such an idealistic world, people are still different from one another.

If a player with a brightly colored seafood-shaped hairstyle and whose name starts with the character "游" were this angry, there might have been some kind of celestial phenomenon by now, with golden light emanating from them when they drew cards.

Unfortunately, most people don't have that kind of talent.

Most people, when they get angry, can only stay angry for a whole day at most, and can't change anything.

Just one minute later.

"Ahhh-"

Cards rained down, scattering across the ground. The professional duelist's health points reached zero, and he was blown away by the shockwave of true damage from the duel, tumbling twice before crashing headfirst into a corner of the wall.

"Tch, what a joke. Even if they keep saying it's for their family, this is all they amount to in the end."

The man in yellow stood in front of the unconscious duelist, curled his lip, and put away the duel disk.

"This is so boring. Forget it, I'll let your family go home in a bit. This is so petty I don't even want to kill him. Tch, how tedious."

With that, the man in yellow turned and strode away.

Later that evening, the man in yellow dragged his somewhat weary steps into a dimly lit factory area.

Moonlight filtering through the tin roof shattered into silvery scales in the oil puddles. As the yellow-clad man's boots ground over the scattered gear wreckage, the rusty conveyor belt suddenly emitted a dying creak. Deep within the workshop, a chandelier swayed, casting his shadow on the wall strewn with instrument debris. The shadow sometimes swelled into the outline of a mechanical monster, sometimes contracted into a hunched human silhouette. "Welcome home, IV."

From the shadows, a person with a smile slowly walked out and came forward to greet them.

It was a man only the height of a child, wearing a cold iron mask that almost completely covered his face, revealing a mouth with a somewhat eerie smile. He wore white gloves, his hands behind his back, and although he was clearly smiling brightly, he gave the impression of facing a demon.

He had long, light blond hair, braided and gently pushed down his right shoulder. His medieval jazz-style attire was pale green, and a steel mask revealed part of his right eye, his golden pupils holding a playful yet lurking threat.

His name, or rather his code name, is Jade Throne.

The Throne, originally named Byron Akred, was a close friend of Dr. Fika. However, during an expedition, Dr. Fika betrayed Byron to open the gates of the Balian, sacrificing Byron as a sacrifice.

Byron, who was sacrificed, fell into a dimensional rift, where he suffered greatly, his body turning into that of a child. He was later rescued by the Balians, who granted him power, allowing him to return to the human world and be renamed The Throne.

After returning to the throne, his personality changed drastically. Although he appeared to be a child, his intelligence far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he was superior in both duels and scheming. His only purpose in life was to avenge Fica, who had betrayed him, and for this, he did not hesitate to use his three sons as pawns at will.

His three sons subsequently abandoned their original names and were referred to by the numerical designations III, IV, and V, respectively. Each of them was powerful and was his most capable subordinate.

And now, he has come into this world.

"You've worked hard, IV," the Emperor said with a smile, his hands behind his back. "How were the results?"

"Tch, boring. They call themselves professional duelists, but their strength is nothing special. It seems like the level of duelists in this dimension is just so-so," IV said.

The Jade Throne laughed and said, "That's probably because you're too strong."

At this moment, another person emerged from the shadows beside them. This person had long, silver-white hair, wore a long robe, had a slender figure, and a cold expression.

His codename is V, and he is the eldest of the three brothers.

"But Father, is it really necessary for us to be in this dimension?"

"of course."

Without turning his head, he walked inside and said.

"I made an agreement with the Balians. As long as I complete the work in this dimension, they will give me the opportunity to personally take revenge on Fika and make that guy suffer eternal damnation."

Of course, there are even greater forces at play.

“But,” V hesitated for a moment, then said, “I’m wondering, are the people of the Balian world truly trustworthy?”

The jade throne turned its head to the side and said in a sinister tone, "When I was trapped in the dimensional rift and suffering endless torment, only the Balians extended a helping hand to me."

So of course, the Balians are the only ones who can be trusted. More reliable than anyone else, including you few.”

Some of the three children lowered their heads, some looked away, and some clenched their teeth, all falling silent for a moment.

"Haha, but don't worry, you still have a chance to prove yourselves."

The jade throne laughed, and with a swaying head, it walked into the darkness.

"There will be a chance."

(End of this chapter)