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

Chapter 366 You are 264: I want to correct you!
Once upon a time, this happened.

Just like in many superhero comics, a young man one day discovers he has gained superpowers.

Initially, the young man was excited about his special abilities and carefully used them in his daily life, feeling excited with each step forward.

Once the initial excitement wore off, he started dreaming about other things.

For example—could I use this superpower to help others?

After using her awakened superpowers to help the police arrest a criminal, this idea gradually took root in her heart.

Finally, like traditional American heroes, a masked vigilante named "Electroman" was born.

He is active in his city, assisting the police in arresting all sorts of criminals with lightning speed, and as a result, he also has all sorts of 'nemesis'.

However, as is well known, in superhero comics, the so-called "heroes" not only have their own solo series, but popular characters also inevitably have cameos and collaborations with each other.

Therefore, it was only natural that "Electric Man" would meet heroes from other cities through various coincidences.

"Winged Warrior" soaring through the sky.

The "Hot Girl" who wields flames.

"Clay Man" with powerful defenses.

"Bubble Man" is a man who doesn't have superpowers but is skilled in technology and works as a vigilante.

There's also the "Wilderness Warrior," who lives in the wilderness and is skilled at breaking traps, and the "Blade Warrior," who can transform his entire body into metal blades.

As they get to know more and more partners, the "heroes" become more and more familiar with each other, and even bolder ideas emerge in their minds—a hero organization.

In order to better combat crime and protect the world, vigilantes joined hands to establish the first peacekeeping organization – "Elemental Heroes"!
"This is how it all began."

The old man spoke first.

"Even now, I still cherish those days—the 'Elemental Heroes' group continued to expand, countless aspiring superhumans, and even those with unique skills, could join. We developed into the world's largest hero celestial body, to the point that the entire world was incredibly peaceful, and even the barriers and differences between nations disappeared."

"Isn't this great?"

"Yes, back then, we could solve all the world's problems. We cracked down hard on criminals, our response time was far faster than the police, and our rescue speed far surpassed that of ambulances and fire trucks. In the face of the 'Elemental Heroes,' infrastructure seemed to be useless."

"This……"

Upon hearing the old man recount those events, You Ming subconsciously frowned.

Although his experience was limited to reading American comics, in the realm of superhero comics, once the foundations of the world order were shaken, it meant…

"problem occurs?"

"No, to be precise, it's us... The existence of 'heroes' has inadvertently destroyed the original grassroots order. When criminals appear, people subconsciously call for heroes; when natural disasters occur, people call for heroes; and when faced with a massive crisis, people still call for 'heroes.'"

"Oh……"

"When we encounter a crisis that we can resolve, there are no major problems. We can easily respond to every call for help and resolve the crisis. Even a world-class disaster will be dealt with by us."

"...So you're saying that if we encounter a situation we can't handle, something terrible will happen?"

Suddenly, a sentence that came crashing down on him left the elderly hero stunned in place.

He... was right.

"Yes."

he whispered.

"Although we have joined hands, cooperated with each other, and solved one global crisis after another, we are powerless to fight back in the face of real disasters."

"Is it."

"Faced with that alluring brilliance, everything we have is utterly vulnerable. Even the people we have been protecting are completely disappointed in us. We have already taken over even the basic functions, but..." "Don't tell me you just gave up like this in the end."

"..."

"Yes, our (heroes') existence makes people have expectations of us, but we have failed to protect them."

It was an idea he'd had for a long time, but the moment he blurted it out, a hint of unease surfaced in the aging Electro's instincts honed through years of battle.

And it turns out...

"If that's really the case, then this story is actually quite boring."

His hunch was correct.

"How should I put it? It has a kind of 'political correctness' like American comics, but also a kind of 'awkwardness' like Japanese comics."

If you really had to ask Yu Ming to describe this thing...

"History plus history."

When the old man finally snapped out of his long reverie, he realized he couldn't even meet the old man's gaze.

"Fans of 'Elemental Heroes' are truly blessed to see this kind of story. It feels like they're just forcing themselves to write something when they can't handle the big events."

The duelist named Youming merely yawned, while the bored audience leaned back in their seats in a more comfortable posture.
"I have only one question, Mr. Electro, how exactly do you view your 'organization'?"

"What's your opinion on...?"

Perhaps no one had ever asked this question before, and a look of doubt appeared on Electro's face.

When that bewilderment fell into You Ming's eyes, a smirk involuntarily appeared on his lips:
"In reality, replacing basic functions is a minor matter. Police officers, firefighters, and even doctors only play a part in society. When people realize their necessity, they will inevitably make up for it."

"But precisely because..."

Even "heroes" are no exception.

Before the old man could say anything, You Ming waved his hand:
"In reality, the so-called hero organization—you 'Elemental Heroes'—are simply replacing government functions with the ideal of maintaining the world, and that's the crux of the matter."

Compared to so-called ideologies or the significance of heroes, there is something more important:
"What do you 'heroes' mean to those ordinary people who strive to live their lives—those who idolize you?"

"..."

Electro-Man froze, a strange look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes, which had become cloudy with age.

Perhaps instinct still compels him to speak, but in reality, there is no need anymore.

After all, the answer is already out in the open:

"Judging from your previous statements, you seem to very easily separate 'heroes' from ordinary people, regarding them as hothouse flowers, objects that should be protected. But you yourselves come from among those ordinary people, and if you take this wrong step, an inevitable disconnect will occur."

"So, the concept of 'hero' is indeed flawed..."

'Snapped'

A crisp sound rang out, and silence quickly fell over the secret base.

At the same time, a scarlet handprint appeared on the old man's face.

"I need to correct you, old man!"

"..."

"Ah, these kinds of lines really don't suit me."

(End of this chapter)