Who asked him to play Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 1656 The Card of Evil
The crimson dragon's form dissipated, transforming into the appearance of a petite loli. Meanwhile, the massive mass of darkness opposite seemed to release an energy that converged on the ground in front, transforming into a blurry humanoid figure.

However, before the dark human form appeared, You Xuan had already smelled a familiar aura.

It was another familiar face, someone he had dealt with before. But at the same time, it was also an adversary he never expected to encounter here.

"A thousand lords?" You Xuan wondered.

Although I already knew that the old swindler had also gained the ability to travel between different dimensions, it was still quite unexpected to see him in the spirit world of my own dimension.

Why would a con artist come here for no reason?
"give up."

The conman smiled coldly and mocked.

"Although you are a rather special elf, even the most powerful elf is ultimately just a slave. Without a duelist, even if you fight with all your might, you can only reach this level. You cannot defeat me."

The thousand clones paused for a moment, then sneered.

Uria: "."

Duelist, huh?
Thinking about it this way, it's not that she hadn't done it before.

The exact lifespan of the Three Phantoms is unknown, and to this day, no one knows from which era they were born and have survived to this day. But one thing is certain: the Phantoms have lived through countless centuries, through the changing times.

During that period, the phantoms naturally each had their own masters.

There are duelists who have once wielded independent Phantoms, and there are also those who have collected all three cards. The images of the masters of each generation are still vivid in Uria's mind to this day, and even duelists from ten thousand years ago remember them clearly.

Those who once possessed the Illusionary Demon were mostly ambitious individuals, especially the more ruthless heroes during times of chaos.

Reminded by the words of the Thousand Venerable clone, she unconsciously began to recall the most memorable images left to her by generations of duelists.

The man, who had just obtained the Divine Flame Emperor's card, lifted her high above his head, his face beaming with excitement: "Finally! The power of immortality is now in my grasp! Hahaha—"

To him, the phantom demon was nothing more than a tool for achieving immortality.

But that man ultimately died, and did not achieve immortality. In fact, this is the fate of most people in history who had similar ideas: to seek immortality, one must control demons, and to control demons, one must step into the realm of dark duels.

Even with an endless lifespan, a Dark Duelist will eventually fall in a Dark Duel. In the end, they won't live to a ripe old age, and it's quite normal for them to have a shorter lifespan than ordinary people.

There were many other people, masters of all generations, but almost none of them left a positive impression on Yuria.

"You are erroneous beings and should not exist in this world," said a righteous duelist. "I will seal you away and never let you wreak havoc on humanity again."

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When evil people obtain the Phantom Demon, they use that power to harm, plunder, and wage war, in order to gain more lifespan for themselves.

In the end, the reputation of the Phantom Demon will only grow worse, eventually becoming a notorious source of evil throughout all realms. Legend has it that whenever the Phantom Demon appears in the world, it brings a curse, causes war, and brings an end to a world or an era, thus gradually making everyone hate and stay away from it.

Those who obtain the Phantom Demons often choose to seal them away. The next few decades, centuries, or even millennia may pass in endless darkness, until the next ambitious individual releases them, continuing the myth of the Phantom Demons' destruction and curse.
They will be sealed away again by the next righteous person.

Time and again, an endless cycle, as if without end. This is the fate of the phantom demon: to be used, hated, and sealed away, endlessly repeating this cycle.

She didn't know what her other two companions thought, but Yuria had actually grown tired of them long ago.

Born as a demon, her talent for plundering life was not something she chose herself.

If it were possible, who would want to be some kind of phantom demon, who would want to bring about some kind of chaos?

“Stop struggling, it’s about time to give up, isn’t it?” Thousand-Supreme Clone chuckled. “Exactly the same,” Yuria whispered, “you and those guys.”

The thousand clones tilted their heads: "What are you talking about? No one is like the original."

“No, exactly the same.” Yuria shook her head. “All those guys, those who want my power, all have the same look in their eyes.”

The thousand clones coldly said, "This is the fate of those born with power. Duel monsters are weapons. You just need to continue playing the role of weapons, just like you have for so many years."

You actually want to fight for protection? Utterly foolish. Even if you risk your life here, no one will know, no one will care. No, maybe even the people you're protecting will continue to hate you, and blame all the disasters that befall them on you.

The thousand clones sneered.

Is such a battle really necessary?

Yuria lowered her head and remained silent for a few seconds.

Yes, I've always known that.

She's a demon anyway, so whatever she does is evil. No one will understand her, and she won't be needed.

Even so.
"Yes." She raised her head and firmly supported her swaying body.

Even so, she still had to fight.

Because her friends are here.

The thousand clones seemed to want to say something sarcastic, but before they could speak, they frowned.

Because he saw that figure, which was both familiar and somewhat disliked, walk up from behind and stand next to the twin-tailed loli.

"You?" the Thousand Venerable clone said in a deep voice, "Why are you in a place like this?"

Yuria looked up and, seeing the person beside her, also showed surprise, asking the same question: "Why do you know?"

You Xuan rolled her eyes at her.

"Nonsense, is there even a need to say it? I'm your duelist," Yu Xuan said matter-of-factly. "My Pokémon is getting beaten up, isn't it only natural for me to come?"

Yuria's eyes flickered slightly, but quickly dimmed again.

“You’re just like those guys, aren’t you?” she said, head bowed.

Anyway, another duelist seeking the power of the Illusionary Demon. Wanting to dominate the world, wanting immortality—the reasons are always similar. She's seen plenty of people like this, especially after observing him for a while; this guy certainly seems like someone who'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
“Yes, the same. I want your power,” You Xuan readily admitted.

Uria: "."

At least he's an honest devil.

“Illusionary Demons are born evil, they are cursed powers, right?” You Xuan said.

Yuria turned her head away: "So what if it is?"

“That’s right,” You Xuan laughed. “A wicked elf and a wicked duelist like me are a perfect match, aren’t they?”

Uria: "."

(End of this chapter)