Chapter 203 Creating a Script

Inside the harbor warehouse of Tongshiye City, an eerie silence lingered in the darkness.

Isis was speechless, and Lishid slept soundly, as if nothing strange had happened from beginning to end.

After all, Malik himself is not the kind of person who is powerful enough to overturn the table.

Yugi Muto, Seto Kaiba.

Not to mention that these two were present at the same time, even if only any one of them was present, Mr. Ma, whose real body had not yet arrived in Tongshiye City, would not be able to stir up any waves.

His appearance and declaration may only bring about one sentence at most:

"So that guy is the leader of the Gulus organization... Malik, huh?"

Yugi Muto spoke.

Before the usually modest Mr. Pharaoh could offer any comment, the president on the side couldn't wait to declare his presence:
"Hmph, it doesn't look like anything special."

Unconsciously displaying an arrogance that others would have to carefully contemplate, Kaiba Seto crossed his arms over his chest.
"They're just playing tricks on us, relying on technology that's unattainable at this stage. The Gurus are nothing more than a mob brought together by theories of gods and demons."

“…Ah, yes, yes.”

Seeing the president bringing out his own set of technological theories as if it were a matter of course, what could You Ming say?

This is actually not a question of obedience or not, but a question of respect. After all, Kaiba really regards playing cards as a serious technological development.

Not only did he regard this as a successful technological development, but he also later developed the Eternal Machine, a clean energy source that benefits the whole world. He even has the conditions to open up channels between dimensions. What else can we say?

He is right!
"But no matter what, the fact that Gurus has been able to develop to this point must have its own merits."

Compared to the arrogant president, Mr. Pharaoh behaves like a more likable protagonist - careful, cautious, and at the same time full of a simple sense of justice.

"If we are going to fight against such organizations, we cannot completely ignore their strengths."

In fact, this approach itself is not wrong.

But here's a problem:
"You don't need to worry about Gurus's affairs."

You Ming spoke.

"Actually, about an hour ago, the card experts from the International Illusion Society began dealing with the Gulus members hiding in the Duel City. I believe that after a while, order in the Duel City will return to normal."

However, Seto Kaiba seemed a little ungrateful about this.

"Hmph, what a boring approach."

Although he is the organizer of Duel City, the president scoffs at this practice of maintaining order.

"If those duelists can't even defeat Gurus, then it can only be said that they are not born to participate in such a great battle and competition, let alone be qualified to participate in the competition for the God Card."

After all, he is a typical socialist, and You Ming's views are exactly the opposite:

"This World Series is not just about competing for the God Card, but more importantly, it's about making the whole world realize the importance of 'Duel'."

He opened his mouth and said:
"I don't deny that duelists all have their own goals, but in order to prepare for possible crises, a positive environment is necessary."

"So, what is your purpose in participating in this Duel City?"

Just as he was explaining, another voice asked a question.

Yugi Muto - although his attitude is obviously more moderate than the arrogant President Kaiba, his vigilance as a former Pharaoh makes him not miss any details.

"From the very beginning, you've been talking about the 'best option' and 'what should be done', but in the process, you've been trying to make us ignore your own goals."

"Is there any?"

"No? Now that you are the ruler of the underworld, you can't come to the human world without a purpose."

"..."

So what can we say now?

Is it too late now to say that I was just playing around?

Facing the Pharaoh's possibly scrutinizing gaze, You Ming couldn't help but raise his brows. Even at this moment, a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

It was like standing in front of a pile of dry firewood covered with grease, and he happened to be holding a box of matches in his hand.

In this case, there may be only one thing to do - light it up!

"Of course, it's to end the tragic wish that has been going on for three thousand years."

"what?"

"I came here to give you a trial."

Suddenly, after hearing the words that were obviously related to himself, Yugi Muto subconsciously frowned.

He wanted to say something, but found that the shadow of the Chaos Warrior had appeared behind the young man in black.

He slowly lifted his mask, revealing an identical face.

"Trial?"

'boom'

Suddenly, a breeze blew up, and Yugi Muto's coat was blown up like a cloak.

Facing the wind and sand that was like a barrier, the Pharaoh narrowed his eyes. He subconsciously wanted to speak, but the answer had already been given.

"I am the price you paid and the fighting spirit you lost."

"Battle...heart?"

"If the Pharaoh wishes to uncover the secrets of his past, the secrets of his own life, he must pick up his sword again and face his former self."

At this moment, Yugi Muto...the Pharaoh who had been wandering for three thousand years had nothing else in his eyes. He just stared at the warrior in front of him.

"My former self."

The brain continued to work, and those words were like signposts, leading it to a certain result.

"Reach the summit, nameless Pharaoh. When you understand why you are fighting, the path ahead will become clear, and all your doubts and anxieties will be resolved."

Of course, it's not just him.

"The same goes for you, Seto Kaiba—the white beast master. You also have your own mission in this 'war'."

Hearing this, Kaiba Seto just raised his eyebrows.

"Humph, I never care about missions. They are just empty words."

"But you're still trapped by your past."

"What did you say?"

In an instant, Seto Kaiba's pupils shrank slightly.

In those eyes that should have been arrogant, a white phantom dragon card was reflected.

"Blue Eyes..."

"You may have all visited the Egyptian exhibition and know that the priests who controlled the white mythical beast had a struggle with the Pharaoh, but the truth may be very different from what you imagine."

Faintly, Seto Kaiba seemed to really hear a dragon's roar.

He subconsciously wanted to pursue something, but saw the black figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

"Fight, and then climb to the top, where all the answers will be found."

Behind him, the strongest white dragon and warrior stood silently, as if announcing a fact:
"I'll be waiting for you at the end of this."

[A new career script has been detected, please write your story]

(End of this chapter)

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