Yu-Gi-Oh! Your Friends Are Fighting Out of the Underworld

Chapter 270 The Man Who Ruined the Mood
"Blue-eyed."

"The White Dragon of Glory and Victory".

"A rare and precious beast."

Whose voice?

In the hazy darkness where even the world was indistinct, Seto Kaiba could only hear one sound after another.

It's like worship and praise, or like a hunter from a high position praising his prey.

And with that sound, the dim scenery finally came into view.

What is this place?

When the seahorse came to its senses, what greeted its eyes was a landscape that could only be described as ancient.

Ancient carved murals emerge all around, with the sun, moon, and stars seemingly interpreting the understanding of the world.

Funeral hall?

Temple?

Various speculations surfaced in Seto Kaiba's mind, but before he could absorb and digest what he saw, the giant object that appeared directly in front of him caught his attention.

"slate?"

That vast emptiness inevitably reminded him of something from the modern world:

"Could it be... a card?"

"Seto."

Who is calling me?

Upon hearing that voice, the seahorse lowered its gaze, but it quickly realized that the voice had nothing to do with it.

"are you ready?"

Directly in front of the blank stone slab, an elderly but tall man spoke.

Under the dim light, what was reflected was a golden 'eye' that was exactly the same as Pegasus's.

"The Thousand-Year Eye..."

The hippocampus paused in breathing.

But before he could think too much, what happened next blasted his mind open like a cannonball.

"Yes, I'm ready."

At the sound of that voice that no one knew better than him, a priest who had been kneeling on the ground slowly rose to his feet.

In the flickering candlelight, a face identical to his was reflected:

“Very well, Seth, as the future Pharaoh, you cannot let these foolish sentiments bind you. Only eternal power is the truth in this world.”

"Yes, I understand, Lord Aknadin."

"Very well, then let's obtain that rare mythical beast now."

During that eerie conversation, Seto Kaiba felt a strong sense of unease.

After the two priest-like men stepped aside, the pure white figure that appeared instantly caught his gaze.

She had fair skin and long, white hair, but...

"What a nice view……"

Even someone with Seto Kaiba's aesthetic sense couldn't help but give such a review.

If she were a woman like that, she must have eyes as beautiful as sapphires—Seto Kaiba thought sincerely.

But before any further divergence could be allowed, the cold metallic sound interrupted all thoughts.

"what?"

In the dim light, the young priest raised a small knife.

"Yes, that's right. It would be a waste to keep that kind of power in one woman."

"stop……"

"Let us obtain that great power and together correct all the mistakes."

"Do not……"

"Return the Dark Artifact to its rightful place."

"wrong……"

"To become the master of the new world."

"not like this……"

"Kill her!"

"stop!!"

Darkness descended, as if swallowing everything whole.

When the events that had occurred at some unknown time disappeared, all he saw was a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Beautiful eyes, exactly as he had imagined.

"Lord Seth." "Gurgle..."

The clear and sweet voice lingered in his mind, stimulating his stomach. Seto Kaiba, with his whole being, couldn't even clearly understand his current feelings.

Pain? Guilt?
The negative emotions, like those extracted from the abyss, lingered in his heart, causing him to feel a strong aversion both physically and mentally.

"Could I have done it? Did I really acquire 'Blue Eyes' through such means?"

However, this question will probably never be answered.

"While 'gods' possess superior resistances that ordinary monsters can hardly match, they are not immune to magic that doesn't target specific enemies."

At the moment a certain sound echoed, Seto Kaiba felt his body plummeting rapidly.

When the feeling of weightlessness finally disappeared, he realized that he seemed to have returned to where he started.

Alcatraz, Duel Tower...

In the almost empty space, he could only see the magnificent figure of the white dragon.

Beneath wings outstretched like a king's, the duelist's jet-black trench coat fluttered in the wind:

"So, the gods are leaving the stage now. You shouldn't have any objections to that, right?"

"Youming..."

What tricks are you playing?!

He had intended to ask that question, but the burning hot object in his arms was trying its best to prove its presence.

"Seto..."

As he instinctively grasped the staff, he seemed to still be able to hear the voice of that beautiful woman.

"This kind of thing..."

"Then, I set another card in the back row to end the turn."

"I can't possibly agree to this!!"

Seto Kaiba roared loudly.

"Dead spirits from the past, do not disturb this sacred battlefield. Now I only need power... the power to overturn everything."

'boom'

He gripped his fingers tightly onto the duel disk and roared:
“Draw a card!!”

Before the card could be revealed by the virus, he proactively flipped it over:

"The card I drew is—"

Then, the sound stopped suddenly.

"The card I drew is..."

"Lord Seth...Seto."

Entangled by the virus, the pure white light tore everything around it to shreds.

"The card I drew is... 'Blue-Eyes White Dragon'."

The trembling voice conveyed disbelief, yet also a sense of natural relief.

"Blue-Eyes... In the end, you were the one who responded to me."

However, it's a different story from another perspective:
"Holy crap, you got your hand stuck at this crucial moment..."

"Shut up!"

Seeing that Yumei was about to blurt out those jarring words, Yashiki-dō jumped out and covered his ever-talkative mouth with her small hand.

"What do you mean by 'clumsy hand'? Don't spoil the mood at a time like this!!"

"But isn't this just a problem with your hand being stuck..."

"Shut up!"

"..."

It wasn't that You Ming really wanted to shut up, but just as he was about to continue arguing, that pure white figure appeared before him.

The simply dressed girl in white smiled, her face radiating intense joy.
"Thank you, Mr. Yu Ming."

Before he could speak, she bowed.

"Thank you for making Seto realize that I exist."

A look of intense astonishment appeared on You Ming's face:

"...Me? Huh?"

No, what are you talking about, sis?
You tried to say something, but when he looked straight ahead, he only saw a sacred realm.

There was nothing else on the battlefield, as if only the phantom of the white dragon silently surrounded the arrogant duelist.

His face showed no anger or coldness, only a deep sense of peace.

"Also, thank you, sister."

"?????"

(End of this chapter)