Yu-Gi-Oh!: This isn't a duel!

One draw for one person – in their own world, quite a few people still carry this card.

After all, in Yu-Gi-Oh!, there's a saying that LP only has two differences: 0 and infinite.

Moreover, a single [Golden Goblin] only costs ten to twenty thousand, which is incredibly cheap.

You Yang naturally and decisively bought three.

But for some reason, when he was buying the [Golden Goblin], the seller on the other end of the line gave him a disdainful look.

It's as if he's a complete novice.

"Brother You, do you think my deck building is correct?"

Just as You Yang finished organizing his deck, Liu Zi walked over with a deck in hand and handed it to You Yang with a look of anticipation.

His eyes gleamed with a longing for recognition, and his fingers trembled slightly with nervousness.

You Yang took the deck and began to examine it carefully.

He discovered that the six's deck contained very few monster cards, and mostly magic and trap cards.

The few monster cards available generally have low attack power values.

The strongest monsters in the six-card deck are the [Sacred Spirit] with 2000 defense and the [Dark Spirit] with 2000 attack.

The Dark Elf requires 1000 base points to launch an attack, making it a rather troublesome monster.

To be fair, the six-card deck combination is quite reasonable.

Although the proportion of spell and trap cards is relatively high, it includes a large number of useful "red traps" and "attack and declaration traps".

This naturally includes healing-type spell and trap cards.

For example, the effect of [Demon Curry] is simple and straightforward—it restores 200 base points to yourself.

In You Yang's opinion, this card is about the same level of strength as "Fireball," and is a card that beginners can use as a transition.

But this seemingly ordinary card was actually a prize that Liu Zi received for his outstanding academic performance, similar to a scholarship.

This gave You Yang a new understanding of the card value system in this world.

That's right, Liu Zi went to school.

He is only fourteen years old now, which is the age when he should be receiving education.

It was after school, and he couldn't wait to take out his deck and ask You Yang for advice.

"It's alright, but actually it doesn't really matter whether we bring the monster or not."

You Yang took the deck and skillfully flipped through the slightly curled-edge cards.

"You can choose to bring some monsters with high defense, and then fill your deck with all sorts of traps to compete with your opponent in terms of resource consumption."

The number of red traps in the deck of the six is ​​already quite considerable, so there is really no need to add some monsters with low attack power.

Those cards are mostly useless except for taking up space. It's better to slowly wear down the opponent until they run out of cards, and then you'll win.

This is what they mean by: escaping is shameful, but it's useful.

"what?"

Liu Zi blinked, a confused expression on his face.

"But our teacher said that only by taking the initiative can we win."

"Will this really work?"

He added in a low voice, "And I don't have any monsters with high attack power..."

You Yang smiled and reached out to ruffle Liu Zi's hair.

"Your teachers teach the most basic concepts, but duels are ever-changing."

"You'll have to figure out what happens next on your own."

"You can try my method first. If it doesn't work, you can switch back later."

You Yang had no intention of going against the teaching institution.

"Ok!"

After thinking it over carefully, Liu Zi recalled You Yang's outstanding performance in the duel and felt that the teachers at the school should not be a match for You Yang.

So he nodded emphatically and decided to follow You Yang's advice and modify his deck.

Since the slum redevelopment began, the original residents have accumulated some savings.

Although Liu Zi was just a child, he still received a portion of the compensation money, enough to buy some relatively inexpensive cards.

Watching Liu Zi run away, You Yang stretched his arms and walked in another direction.

It had already been arranged before today that Xie Wanwan would come to see him.

Meanwhile, in an elegantly decorated office, Xie Wan'an answered a phone call that suddenly rang.

"Hey?"

Xie Wan'an held the phone to her ear, and Jing's calm voice immediately came through the receiver:

"Miss, we've made some progress on the matter you asked us to investigate."

"Send it over," Xie Wan'an replied briefly.

She turned on her computer, received and carefully read the encrypted file that had just been sent.

As she read on, her brows furrowed more and more, and her expression became serious.

"Resurrected from the dead..."

She muttered to herself, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the table, "Shouldn't such illogical things come at a price?"

But then I thought, if it were the most important person in my life who had unfortunately passed away, I would probably do everything in my power to bring them back to life.

Even if it requires the power of an evil god!

Inside the mayor's office, Ling Zhiyong had just finished dealing with a mountain of documents and finally had a moment of peace.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

His gaze fell on the photo frame placed in the corner of his desk, and a rare, gentle smile appeared on his usually serious and rigid face.

The photo shows a family of three.

There were two women and one man, the man being Ling Zhiyong in his youth.

Back then, his hair was thick and black, his face was beaming with a bright smile, and the wrinkles around his eyes weren't as deep as they are now.

Standing beside him was a woman with a gentle face. Her features were seven-tenths similar to Ling Shiyao's, but her eyes did not have Ling Shiyao's sharpness and stubbornness. Instead, they were full of gentle tenderness.

Behind her, her long, smooth black hair was loosely tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, exuding a unique beauty in its simplicity and casualness.

Between the two, a five- or six-year-old girl is smiling and reaching out her little hand towards the camera, as if trying to grab something.

And at this very moment, time stood still forever.

“Mu Yue,” Ling Zhiyong whispered, his fingertips gently tracing the face of the woman in the photograph.

"Shiyao has grown up and looks more and more like you."

“Especially those eyes, they’re almost exactly like yours.”

His voice was incredibly gentle, “We’re doing very well now, so you can rest assured.”

However, when his gaze lingered on his wife's smiling eyes, the tenderness on his face gradually faded, and a long-suppressed flame of anger ignited in his eyes.

"I will not let any of those who hurt you back then get away with it!"

His voice was low and cold, his fingers unconsciously clenching, "They will all pay the price!"

Ring ring~

The sudden ringing of the telephone interrupted his thoughts.

Ling Zhiyong took a deep breath, quickly suppressing his emotions and regaining his usual dignified demeanor.

"What is it?" he answered the phone, his voice steady.

"Um, Mayor, the young lady insists on seeing you, I couldn't stop her..."

The secretary's anxious voice came through the receiver.

Before he could finish speaking, the heavy solid wood door of the office was suddenly pushed open from the outside, making a loud noise.

Ling Shiyao stood at the door, her chest rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing, her bright eyes staring straight at her father.

Looking at his daughter's familiar face, Ling Zhiyong rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache, and put the phone back in its place.

"How old are you? You don't know any manners at all."

His tone was reproachful, but his eyes held a subtle hint of indulgence.

"You've not inherited any of your mother's gentle nature at all."

Ling Shiyao, whose emotions had calmed down a bit, was instantly enraged again upon hearing these words.

"How dare you mention your mother!"

She strode to the desk, placed her hands on the gleaming surface, and leaned forward slightly. "Have you forgotten how Mom and your sister died?"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, "You actually...you actually cooperated with the Dark Duelist!"

Hearing his daughter's angry accusations, Ling Zhiyong's expression turned completely cold, and his brows furrowed.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable authority, "When did I cooperate with the Dark Duelist?"

He stood up, staring intently at his daughter. "Besides, no matter how many times I tell you, you don't have a younger sister!"

"You are my only daughter!"

The atmosphere in the office froze instantly. The father and daughter stared at each other, neither willing to back down.

The sunlight outside the window was blocked by clouds at some point, and the indoor light dimmed, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Ling Shiyao's lips trembled slightly, and her eyes flickered with a complex light—anger, disappointment, and a trace of barely perceptible sadness.