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

Chapter 347 The Witch's Tale

Without any warning, You Ming felt his brain start to tremble.

For a moment, he found it difficult to describe his current feelings. He felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board, with the distorted noises from the system acting like a blunt knife, slowly but powerfully cutting into his mind and brain.

At the same time, something seemed to be rampaging deep within its own will, causing the body, soul, and everything else to emit fragile cries.

Until the end...

"Ok?"

When a warm, gentle light enveloped him, the tremor that seemed to tear everything apart finally subsided.

After regaining his senses, You Ming realized that a hand had gently touched his forehead.

"...Perhaps I should say thank you?"

She just smiled.

"If I'm not mistaken, that boy who just ran past must be the 'Dark Magician,' right?"

She was still smiling.

"However, if this place is considered a world of mental images and memories, he should not be the master of this place."

Gradually, the duelist's gaze swept around, and the village and towers intertwined, hidden in the forest, looked exactly the same as they had ten thousand years ago—"The Village of the Magic Race."

"We're about to meet the true owner of this place. Do you have anything to say?"

Finally, upon hearing the third question, the gentle witch, who had remained unmoved, vanished.

The pure white feathers fluttered, prompting Youming to reach out, but as if possessing its own will, it took flight a second time the moment it lightly touched the duelist's fingertips.

And when a perfectly timed breeze came, the feather finally drifted away into the distance from the village.

In that direction, near the village entrance, a mage tower stands quietly, but unlike the tranquility he saw ten thousand years later, it now exudes a strong sense of presence.

The books seemed to float as if they had a mind of their own, plant branches extended out of the window, and birds of unknown species built their nests above.

It exudes a vibrant yet mysterious aura, like a hidden realm inviting exploration. As for its inhabitant…

"Senior sister, senior sister!"

When the boy knocked on the door, Youming only saw a woman sitting on the sofa.

Time has left no trace on her face, but even in this world of memories, You Ming can feel the overwhelming magic emanating from her.

Then, the boy walked up to the woman:
"Senior sister, I don't want to study anymore!"

"why?"

"My master said I'm brainless and that I'm not cut out for learning magic."

Upon hearing this, the woman couldn't help but chuckle.

"Learning magic requires patience, so you need to calm your mind and work hard to achieve something."

"So, senior sister, you're not going to deny that I'm brainless?"

The witch's expression gradually became subtle.

Although she didn't respond directly with words, her awkward yet polite smile clearly conveyed the truth:
"Huh, I'm ignoring you!"

"...This scene looks so familiar."

Watching the little boy run away, You Ming scratched the back of his head.

He wanted to complain about something, but he couldn't help but shift his gaze to the witch from ten thousand years ago. After looking away from his junior brother's somewhat comical back, he put his eyes back on the book in his hands.

"I see, so there are similarities between fantasy magic and white magic..."

You Ming stood there in that ancient mage tower, gazing at her as the successor from ten thousand years in the future.

"The Heavenly Demoness".

This is her story. …………

Ten thousand years ago, she was a genius in the magic village. Even though she was born with wings and was called 'destined to become an angel', she resolutely devoted herself to the study of magic because of her love for it.

Even more fortunately, she possesses unparalleled talent in this area.

As if she were pampered by the whole world, she could learn those troublesome runes in no time and recite those spells that made her apprentices stumble over them with ease.

She is like a sponge, swimming freely in the ocean of knowledge.

She learned all four types of magic, from black magic to white magic, from demons to fantasy demons—and thus she was known as the 'witch', renowned in the elven world for her outstanding magical skills and wisdom.

Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't be so bad.

If the world remained at peace, she would simply be a witch living in seclusion deep in the forest, content with her thirst for knowledge but also living a peaceful life.

However, a change occurred.

One day, twisted monsters suddenly began to proliferate throughout the elven realm. Initially, they were not seen as a threat by the local residents and were treated as ordinary monsters or magical beasts. However, when they were truly regarded as a threat, those twisted monsters began to devour the world.

Therefore, saving the world became an inevitable action.

"Join us, let's find a way to save the world together!"

At the invitation of the brave, the witch from the magical village stepped out of her village where she studied and lived for the first time to join the team that saves the world.

Just like any adventure, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness filled the entire journey.

Unfortunately, this is not a fairy tale where defeating the demon king guarantees a peaceful end.

The chaos did not end after they defeated the monster they considered their leader.

Those monsters, seemingly driven only by destructive desires and composed of the purest negative emotions, still exist. They have no way out but to seek a way to save the world amidst the ongoing chaos.

However, as time passed and amidst the endless sea of ​​monsters that seemed to have no camera lens, the initial enthusiasm eventually faded.

Why can't we ever kill these things?

Why do they keep appearing one after another?

"I came out to protect my family, but why was my hometown still destroyed after I defeated the Demon King?"

Despair and pain engulfed this passionate team.

Some chose to quit, while others were gradually swallowed up by the uncontrollable sea of ​​monsters.

Finally, just as the world was about to be devoured, and after suffering enormous costs and casualties, the learned witch finally found the last method in the books—the legendary Three Knights.

That was an incredibly ancient era, even for the elven world ten thousand years ago. It is said that in that era, dragons were the dominant force in the world, and at that time, there were three knights.

But at some point, traces of dragons began to fade from the elven world, and the legendary Three Knights disappeared.

"So if we can wake them up, if we can find them, the world will be saved, right?"

but……

"The greater the hope, the more dangerous the despair it breeds."

Just as You Ming was gazing at the scene that made him feel inexplicably powerless, a pleasant sound suddenly reached his ears.

"Witch..."

But before he could pursue it, the surrounding scenery changed once again.

then……

"What...did you say?"

What does it mean...we must save another world?

(End of this chapter)