Who asked him to play Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 1423 You've gotten fat
Ghosh felt bad, very bad.

As mentioned before, dueling was once his spiritual pillar.

He was an orphan in his childhood, coming from the same orphanage as Drova. During those aimless and aimless years, it was dueling that saved them. Duel Monsters was the only interesting thing they discovered in life during their childhood. The joy of dueling and their love for Duel Monsters sustained them and allowed them to persevere to this day.

Looking back now, if they had encountered a duelist like the Yellow Demon when they first encountered Duel Monsters as children, they probably would have immediately lost their enthusiasm for dueling, cried loudly, and never touched cards again.

This person is simply a monster.

Ghosh had always believed that dueling was the happiest thing in his life; whether he won or lost, he always found joy in it. But today…
He felt that this was not a duel at all.

If he had to put it into words, he felt like he was playing Minesweeper. Every move he made, every summon he made, could potentially trigger an endless series of landmines. His sole purpose in coming to this match was to let the opposing team witness his mental breakdown as he was bombarded by an endless chain of landmines.

Well, if I had to say something, the duel was probably still fun, at least it looked like the opponent was having a good time.

Ghosh was frustrated.

The opposing team's cards felt weak and cuddly throughout the game. Even their monsters were like cute little sisters who looked delicate and easily pushed over, but when it came to actually fighting, you realized that each of them was more cunning than the last.

They are masters at using their beautiful and delicate appearance to lull you into a false sense of security. By the time you realize it, you're already deeply entangled and unable to extricate yourself. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink, and you can only watch helplessly as you are gradually drained dry, until not a single drop of your life force remains.
For a long while afterward, Ghosh's mind was in a state of confusion, filled with images of the troll sisters flying around him. The sisters pointed at him, giggling as if to say they loved this strong, healthy, and easily fooled big oaf.

He didn't come to his senses until he was taken to the prison area.

While being escorted, Ghosh recognized this as likely the area where prisoners were held, and hurriedly asked, "Druwa! Are you keeping Druwa in a place like this too? Where is she!?"

It wasn't a secret at all. One of the team members, a helpful one, said directly, "It's just around the corner. Your room is over there."

"Drova!"

Upon hearing this, Ghosh could no longer contain himself. Thinking of his partner, he quickly quickened his pace and rushed forward.

He had assumed that Druva, having been imprisoned in this demon-dominated dimension for so long, must have suffered greatly, perhaps even humiliation, and possibly been subjected to inhumane torture.

He imagined Druwa to be on his deathbed and in extremely poor condition, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, so he rushed forward.

But what came into view was—

The room was draped with gold-embroidered curtains by the window, and the solid wood dining table was set with intricately carved silver cutlery. Drova, even dressed in silk pajamas, was lounging with her legs crossed, poking at peanuts in her Kung Pao Chicken with a fork. On the television screen in front of her, the female lead was screaming, "Let me explain!" Drova, with ketchup still on her lips, waved her napkin without looking up when she heard someone at the door: "Perfect timing. Turn off the air conditioning for me; this sauce is too sweet."

Ghosh: "."

Seemingly sensing that something was off behind him, Druwa turned around and met Ghosh's gaze, freezing instantly.

The two partners looked at each other, and the room fell silent. Only the soap opera heroine on TV was still crying and shouting "Let me explain!" in the pouring rain, making the atmosphere a little awkward.

After a few seconds of silence, Ghosh looked at the Kung Pao Chicken on her table, then at his imagined partner who had suffered so much humiliation, and couldn't help but sigh.

"You've gained weight in just a few days."

Druva: "." She coughed twice, somewhat awkwardly gesturing to the soap opera on TV: "Well, I'm trying to gather information from their dimension's entertainment programs, to understand things like their lifestyle and social conditions."

Her voice trailed off towards the end, probably because she herself didn't believe it.

no way.

At first, she did want to resist. They provided her with good food and drink, and even gave her a luxurious cell like a presidential suite, with four dishes and a soup at every meal, plus a television.
To be honest, she initially intended to refuse these sweet-talking tactics, but she quickly realized that whether she accepted them or not, whether her spirit succumbed or not, seemed completely irrelevant. Because whenever that yellow-clad devil thought of a question and came to ask her, she simply couldn't control her body.

Even though I didn't want it, my body started moving on its own.

So there was no need for any torture or bribery; she would answer any questions she was asked. Drouet quickly realized that the four-course meal and the luxurious suite weren't sweet talk; perhaps the other party was simply being friendly—or at least showing compassion for prisoners of war.

She quickly realized that these perks were completely free and didn't require any exchange of value; not taking them would be a complete waste. So, based on the principle that "even eating an extra grain of rice or using an extra kilowatt-hour of electricity is a drain on the enemy's resources," Drew ultimately chose to simply lie back and enjoy the benefits since she couldn't resist.

Of course, this situation seemed quite awkward to his former teammates.

Droy was embarrassed: "Let me explain."

However, before Ghosh could speak, the soap opera protagonist behind him roared angrily, "What's there to explain?!"

Druva: "."

Ghosh: "."

The scene became even more embarrassing.

However, this calmed down Ghosh considerably, and he became more cooperative—although he was already obliged to answer You Xuan's questions, he was at least much more at peace now.

"Yes, my employer is a bit strange."

Ghosh confessed.

“I noticed it a long time ago. Mr. Xincheng and Dr. Fika are always so secretive, giving the impression that they are plotting something. But we never ask them about it.”

"Yes, I came alone, and it was indeed on my own initiative without permission from my superiors, you guessed that right. The information we received is that the Merged Dimension is an extremely dangerous place."

The dimensional fusion has been planning to invade our world for a long time, and has even clashed with our duelists on a small scale. Therefore, we must strike first, at least to keep the battlefield away from our dimension and prevent civilians from being affected.

You Xuan raised an eyebrow: "You mean you're the ones coming to cause trouble in our dimension, but we're the invaders?"

Ghosh blinked twice.

"It seems so."

(End of this chapter)