Who asked him to play Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 1437 Everything Returns to Darkness
Duel Academy, night falls.

Along the coast, Tenjouin Fubuki sat at the base of a lookout tower, gazing into the distance with a somewhat hazy look in her eyes.

Thick fog blanketed the sea, and searchlights tore through the fog wall, their golden rays slashing down from the top of the cast-iron watchtower like spears hurled by a god, stirring the viscous fog into a spiral vortex.

"Master, you're here."

Manjou-no-Mikoto arrived at the shore and sat down next to Tenjōin Fubuki.

The reason he called Fubuki "Master" was not because he admired her superb card skills or the title of "King Fubuki." In fact, he did not recognize Fubuki as his dueling master, but rather as the master who taught him how to pick up girls.

Yes, that's right. Tenjouin Fubuki is a well-known Casanova in the academy. Besides being handsome, his emotional intelligence is off the charts. It's said that he always manages to win over any girl he sets his mind to; no girl can resist his irresistible charm.

But at this moment, this usually energetic Casanova looked out at the sea, his expression seemingly a little lost.

The 30-meter-high tower loomed in and out of the mist, its rusted metal supports creaking and groaning as the beams of light rotated. Whenever the light turned due east, it illuminated the jagged rocks gnawed by the waves at the foot of the cliff, their shadows growing and collapsing wildly in the intense light, like a group of black believers kneeling in worship of the light.

Manjoume noticed that something was wrong with him: "Master, what's wrong? What are you doing here all by yourself?"

Fubuki hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm trying to write a memoir."

Manjoume: "Memoirs?"

“Yes, my time at Duel Academy is coming to an end, and I’m trying to summarize these three years,” Fubuki said.

He was originally in the same year as Ryo Marufuji and should have graduated last year. However, because he disappeared during his time at school, was captured by Darkness, and later became bedridden, he had to take a long leave of absence and his graduation was postponed. As a result, he ended up graduating in the same year as Manjoume Judai and others.

Fubuki looked up at the sky and said, "Looking back now, these three years have truly been full of memories."

I still remember when I first enrolled, a girl was frantically begging me. I still remember that girl tried to build a life-size statue of me out of books in the social sciences area according to my height and weight ratio, but she was caught and scolded by the librarian before she could succeed.

She loudly defended herself, saying she was using bibliometrics to express her affection for Fubuki.

Wan Zhangmu was dumbfounded.

Huh? That sounds like it's impossible to succeed, doesn't it?
Fubuki continued to recall: "There was also a girl who deliberately spilled reagents during the alchemy class, causing my white coat to turn pink when it came into contact with alkali. As a result, the invisible text 'You are my PH7' appeared on my cuff."

After that, our class added a "Guide to Preventing Sexual Abuse in Lab Garments" to the curriculum.

Manjoume: "??"

What is this? Is this even possible?
"Speaking of which, there was another girl who manipulated the spotlight in the auditorium during the event. While I was reciting, she suddenly backlit Professor Chronos in the audience, with the caption, 'You are like the prince who is hindering Romeo.' As a result, the enraged professor punished her by making her copy the entire works of Shakespeare."

Wan Zhangmu blushed with embarrassment: "No, I feel like Master, you've been surrounded by so many talented people these past three years."

“Yes, it’s all part of youth, every little detail of it is worth remembering,” Fubuki said. “That’s why I’m thinking of writing a memoir, to record all these lovely girls one by one.”

Even if I can't give them all happiness, at least I want them to live on in my heart forever.

"Master." Wan Zhangmu was moved.

Is this the ultimate level of a Casanova?

"So, how's your memoir coming along?"

“Here it is.” Fubuki pulled out a small notebook. “I’m trying to start by writing down all their names. The first three pages are all names.”

Full of anticipation, Manjoume opened the book, only to be stunned.

Because he only saw three blank pages.

"There's nothing here, Master." "Yes, that's the problem."

Fubuki's expression turned serious. She patted her head and said in a deep voice.

"Because... I can't remember."

"They have disappeared from my memory."

Tong Shiye, on the street.

A bespectacled duelist, panting heavily, said with difficulty, "That's enough. I can't fight anymore. I don't want to duel anymore."

"Is it?"

The duelist opposite him sneered.

"Then consider it a loss. You have given up the duel, and with it, you have given up your life."

The bespectacled duelist asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? What life?"

The person opposite laughed and said, "Don't worry, this is not a bad thing. It means that your consciousness has been aligned with ours, and you have become our comrade."

If you don't believe me, try to think back and see what your name is.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My name is of course [name]."

The bespectacled duelist suddenly froze as he spoke.

Yes, that's my name. What's it again?

This matter seems both very important and not very important.
Is it really necessary to remember your own name?
“You’re starting to understand, that’s right.” The duelist opposite him laughed. “Give up thinking, and give up fighting.”

In this cruel world, just surviving is exhausting enough. So give up, and leave everything to us, and you'll be happy forever.

The bespectacled duelist's gaze began to unfocus. He thought about it and realized it made sense.

"Yes. Thinking about it is completely pointless."

"That's how it is, so hand over your memories, your existence to me." The duelist opposite laughed. "Your existence will be erased, everyone you know will lose their memories of you, and even the world's acceptance of you will disappear."

Then you can truly become 'us'.

“Yes.” The bespectacled duelist nodded. “I will become ‘us’.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of black mist billowed up, as if countless pitch-black cards were enveloping him. When the black mist dissipated, the bespectacled duelist had completely transformed. His originally slightly chubby figure had become tall and thin, wearing sunglasses and a tight black leather outfit, with a cold smile on his stern face.

He became a "Mr. T".

“All will returns to darkness,” he said.

As they spoke, a cloud of black mist rose from the street behind them. From within the dark mist, Fujiwara Yusuke, a former Obelisk Blue student of Duel Academy and now the Darkness agent, slowly walked out.

"That's right, all will belongs to Darkness."

Fujiwara Yusuke chuckled softly.

Even a 'king' is no exception.

(End of this chapter)