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

Chapter 372 Making peace with the past...?

'boom'

The brilliance finally dissipated, and as a beam of light, created by the resonance and explosion of the elements, shot towards the dark sky, the body of the "Thunder Dragon King" finally shattered into pieces.

The exploding smoke and clouds burst open in the sky, transforming into a giant mushroom that slowly rose into the seemingly eternal night sky.

At this point, the fierce roars dissipated. Perhaps there were still noisy and complicated sounds in the city, but the giant had no time to care about anything else.

When the radiance faded and the phantoms of the heroes who once protected the city and the world disappeared, the towering giant finally turned into specks of light and vanished, returning to being that ordinary, innocent child.

"call……"

The boy tried to stand up, but the exhaustion from expending so much energy caused him to collapse to the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Staring at the silver phantom that appeared beside him, the boy looked like he wanted to laugh, but the soreness all over his body made him grimace.

but……

"I'm fine, I don't think I've suffered any other injuries."

"really……"

No one knows this better than Xinyuxia himself.

As a hero of the Dark Space—the New Space—he can merge with intelligent life on every planet at any time and fight alongside them as one.

Of course, when he grows to gigantic size, he will bear all the damage himself.

It seems that Xinyuxia takes on most of the work, but even so, his human form plays an irreplaceable role for him.

"Speaking of which, that attack just now was really powerful."

"what?"

"It was that attack you used to defeat the 'Thunder Dragon King,' that kind of combined attack that seemed like all the heroes working together—I definitely couldn't have done that on my own."

"Uh, is that kind of thing really that powerful?"

"Of course."

Looking at the boy's seemingly confused expression, Xinyu Xia simply crossed his arms:

"Ultimately, being a 'hero' requires imagination. If it were me, or Spark, I probably wouldn't have come up with that move at all."

"I think you're being too modest..."

"This is real."

Finally, the aged voice came from behind.

The boy instinctively turned around and saw the figure who had once only been active in legends take off his helmet—"Electroman".

However, he was clearly more familiar with another name:
"Grandpa Spark."

He nodded.

At that moment, the boy saw very complex emotions in the old man's eyes.

It was a sense of helplessness, yet also a kind of envy:
"To unleash the power of the darkness of the universe, one must have a pure and passionate heart, as well as an imagination that is not bound by reality."

"Grandpa Spark should also have something like that..."

"No."

Before the boy could speak, the old man shook his head and denied it.

“Some things are privileges that only young people and children have. Old people like us who are dead but not stiff are completely limited by the tedious things of the past in terms of thinking and cognition. We have no creativity. All we can do is make a clean break with the past.”

In the end, Electro's tone sounded less like he was talking to someone else and more like he was talking to himself.

For a moment, the boy wanted to say something, but the weariness surging deep within him made his vision blur:

"Wait, we're done here, but what about the older brother...?"

“His power is greater than ours. With the abilities of the Ladian aliens, they probably wouldn’t even last a single round against him.”

"Is that so? That's... great." "However, the enemy he's about to face won't be so simple."

Perhaps it was intentional, but when Electro-Man finished speaking, the exhausted boy could no longer hold on and collapsed.

After gently reaching out and catching the sleeping boy, he turned his gaze to the silvery phantom:
"Xinyuxia, please send this child back."

"how about you?"

"...I need to put an end to those things."

The old man clenched his fist and gazed into the distance.

“I can feel it—he…they’re here.”

…………

'Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle'

'boom'

On the other hand, the moment the spatial rift collapsed, Youming naturally returned to his original place.

On the desolate plains beyond the city, he could hear that voice, which to him might only serve as a notification:
[Congratulations, host, on defeating the duelist 'Ladian Alien'. The total rewards for this duel are...]

Now, he doesn't even have time to pay attention to such prompts.

‘Zi La’

He gently brushed away the words that appeared before his eyes, words that only he could see. He simply clenched the deck of cards in his hand—to be honest, if the Radian aliens weren't talking nonsense, then according to their theory that everything is one, their whole family should be here.

Unfortunately, he currently has no way to carefully 'examine' the deck in his hand.

"I'm telling you, this is my spoils of war, isn't it a bit much to just reach out and take it like that?"

'Zizzi'

With a certain sound, dark black smoke spread outward from the "Kai-beast" deck.

Then, a pitch-black humanoid figure appeared in front of the duelist.

The armor was bold and striking in black and gold, and the cloak was bright red. Beneath the helmet were a pair of eyes that shimmered with golden light.

"Although I don't know if you are the person I know, I think it's okay to address you by this name?"

Glancing at the chainsaw-like duel disk in his opponent's hand, Yu Ming couldn't help but sigh:

"Overlord—now that you have appeared before me, you should know our positions."

"I know, our positions are actually the same."

"...No, no, no, it's completely different."

Seeing that the Overlord had just made a certain conclusion, You Ming's lips curled into a smirk:
"I don't think I'm as heartless as you are..."

"But at least the general direction is the same."

As if he had seen through You Ming's thoughts, Ba Wang slowly spoke.

"The only difference between us is our methods."

"method……"

Recalling the tyrant's previous act of burning down an entire street, including the pedestrians, a smirk appeared on his lips:
"If I believe what you say, then I am truly sincere..."

"Then why do you think I'm here?"

Faced with that cold yet impartial voice, You Ming couldn't help but frown.

He wanted to say something, but then he saw the fierce, handsome young man point to the sky:
"Aren't you curious? Why is the sky still perpetually dark?"

"...Isn't it because it's still nighttime?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)