Who asked him to play Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 1479 Something's Wrong, Teammates Ran Away
"Ahhh-"

The black mist clutched its head and roared.

Can you believe he died from a head injury?
In fact, even for an entity like the Black Mist, the process of becoming chaotic is a slightly dangerous act.

It is true that he cooperated with the Balians and obtained the Balian Power, but even for him, the Balian Power, a "chaotic" power, was a relatively new concept.

Therefore, Black Mist was somewhat hesitant before using the power of the Balian. He had no doubt that the power of chaos could allow him to reach a new level and a higher realm, but this was accompanied by risks.

For example, he might go berserk, lose consciousness, or something even worse might happen. Because the black mist has never attempted to become chaotic, it is uncontrollable for him as well.

He had just felt that his opponent was formidable, and only after making up his mind did he use the power of chaos. The feeling was actually somewhat like breaking through a realm in the face of battle, or breaking through through battle when the atmosphere was right.

But who would break through for just three seconds and then be killed by crashing headfirst into their opponent?!
Black Mist was about to vomit blood. He, the mighty Black Mist, the dark side of Starlight, hadn't even had a chance to show himself after breaking through to the Dark Realm, and had just killed himself by crashing into his head. Didn't that make him look like a nobody?
This makes me angry again.

Wait, what the heck is this camera?!

Hei Wu felt terrible.

Didn't you take over Yuma Tsukumo's duel? What about Hope? What happened to the promised Hope vs. Hope duel?

To be honest, Black Mist was not afraid of Hope at all; he felt he had the advantage.

But what kind of garbage are these "Color Dominator" and "Focus Power"? Is this how the Hope deck is played?

However, no matter how much resentment one harbors, the outcome is already decided.

The black mist, still glaring angrily at You Xuan, suddenly loosened its restraints. A cloud of dark mist disintegrated, revealing a slender, star-blue body.

The scattered light particles gathered together, as if light had coalesced into a human shape. The star-like entity slowly opened its tightly closed eyes, scanned the black mist, glanced at Youma, and finally landed on Youxuan.

"Looks like we still owe you one in the end," Astral said calmly.

You Xuan shrugged and waved his hand, saying, "It was nothing. I just happened to be passing by. I'll just consider it a practice session at night to keep my fighting skills sharp."

He chuckled as he glanced at the already weakened black mist.

"Anyway, he's weak, he was just playing around and didn't take it seriously."

Weak. Weak?
Upon hearing this, the other three were dismayed.

Firstly, the black mist is the opposite of the astral body; at least at this stage, although its strength is inferior to his, it's not far behind. Furthermore, from Yuma's perspective, he just felt that the black mist was terrifyingly strong, but unexpectedly, in Yu Xuan's eyes, it seemed almost insignificant?
The most enraged was naturally the black mist, which roared angrily as if it were very dissatisfied, shouting things like "Come on, if you dare!" and "Despicable and insidious," as if it was angry that You Xuan had chosen NO. that prevented it from playing its cards instead of fighting head-on.

Of course, he no longer had the chance.

"I was careless before and overlooked your existence, NO.96."

The astral body reached out its hand to him.

"There won't be a next time."

Black Mist's pupils contracted as he struggled desperately. But he had already lost the duel; he had no strength left to resist.
He immediately thought of his new ally, looked up in the direction of Vector, and opened his mouth to call for help.

However, before he could even utter the word "save," he immediately launched into a tirade of curses.

Because he only now realized that Vector had already retreated when he was about to lose, or even before he had lost, at the very end of the duel.

While his teammates were still fighting and desperately trying to hold on, Vector had already run away, showing no signs of a proper retreat.

What are teammates? They don't exist.

There's a saying, "Better to sacrifice a friend than oneself," meaning that for Vector, teammates are essentially someone you have to outrun when the team is collapsing, as this increases your chances of survival. After a brief, futile struggle, the black mist was completely sucked towards the astral body. His body seemed to collapse, disintegrating into a large cloud of black mist, which was absorbed into the astral body like smoke being drawn away by an exhaust fan.

The last remaining darkness gathered in the astral body's hand, transforming into the form of a card.

“NO.96 Black Mist,” the astral body murmured. “What a dangerous opponent. What connection does this guy have with me before I lost my memory?”

At this moment, Yuma stretched his limbs, seemingly feeling that he had regained his mobility. He stepped forward and asked, "Are you alright, Starlight?"

"fine."

The starlight body looked at You Xuan.

"Thanks to you today."

“Like I said, it’s a small matter, nothing to worry about. Compared to this,” You Xuan examined the starlight body, “if the 100 NO.s are fragments of your memories, then the black mist must be a fairly important part of them, right?”

Astral nodded: "Probably."

"Now that you've absorbed the black mist, have you remembered anything else?" You Xuan asked.

The astral body closed its eyes and pondered for a long time, as if sensing the changes in its memories.

But then he gently shook his head.

“No, I only feel chaos, anger, and some dark emotions,” the astral body said. “Other than that, there doesn’t seem to be much change.”

"Is it."

You Xuan didn't ask any more questions.

Of course, he already knew about the astral body's past, so he wasn't too curious.

The Astral Being is an envoy sent to the human world to save the Astral Realm. Initially, it seemed his mission was simply to collect NO.s; it appeared he needed to collect one hundred NO.s to regain his original, complete memories and his full power.

Thousands of years ago, the Astral and the creator gods of the Balian world, the "Thousand Lords," engaged in a terrifying battle that created the world. It is said that the aftershocks of that battle had the power to destroy the world.

It seems the Astral Entities won that battle. Thousands of Sovereigns were sealed in the "Sea of ​​Malice" of the Balian world, and have remained sealed there since ancient times.

Therefore, in ancient times, astral beings should have been on the same level as thousands of sovereigns, all being top-level beings whose creation and destruction were only a thought away.

Now, one of them has become a level zero blank slate, starting from amnesia and playing the role of a pet, while the other's remnant soul has been sealed away, turning them into sauerkraut scraps forgotten at the bottom of a kimchi jar. Their current situation can be described as two unfortunate brothers, equally unfortunate.

"The people from your dimension who came before us opened a passage to our world. My people have been studying it and now it seems they have some clues."

You Xuan said casually.

"In another day or two, we should be able to rebuild a similar pathway."

Yuma's eyes lit up: "Huh? So that means..."

"It means you'll be able to go back then. But of course..."

You Xuan smiled slightly.

"Would you be welcome to come with me?"

(End of this chapter)