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

There was no stalemate, and no suspense whatsoever.

Faced with a divine attack power of 8900 points, the disc-shaped man with only 300 points of attack power was as fragile as a withered leaf in a hurricane.

The moment they made contact, the disc-shaped figure was completely engulfed by the dazzling platinum light. Before it could even utter a cry of pain, it instantly vaporized and vanished into nothingness.

But this is just the beginning.

The terrifying shockwave, powerful enough to shatter stars, did not stop after destroying the monster. Carrying the remaining destructive energy, it surged towards the gray sun behind like a bursting dam.

"Crack... Rumble!"

Under that sacred light, the majestic and eerie [Overlord City] standing behind the gray Youyang began to emit a mournful wail.

The sturdy city walls melted like wax, and the towering spires collapsed and crumbled in the stream of light. The thick, dark clouds and purple lightning in the sky were torn to shreds and vanished completely before this pure "divine" power.

At the heart of this devastating storm, Gray Youyang's gray trench coat fluttered wildly in the turbulent air currents, as if it might be torn to shreds at any moment.

But he did not flinch, nor did he show the slightest fear.

As he watched the golden tsunami rushing towards him, filling his entire field of vision, his usually expressionless face finally relaxed completely at the last moment.

The corners of his once cold mouth turned up slightly, revealing a genuine, relieved smile.

He slowly opened his arms, making no defensive moves, as if embracing the inevitable end, embracing the dazzling light.

The light in his eyes had unknowingly returned to gray.

The light devoured everything.

Chapter 220 A Dialogue Between Hearts: Obtain the Quick-Play Spell Card - Super Fusion!

[Grey Youyang: LP 7500 → 0]

[Youyang: Victory]

With that earth-shattering blow, the outcome was decided.

The entire "Realm of the Heart," which had become shrouded in dark clouds and oppressive gloom due to Gray Youyang's forced activation of the "Power of the Overlord," has finally ushered in a long-awaited purification.

Under the baptism of the divine waves emanating from that golden deity [Elemental Hero - God - Neo-Universe Warrior], the gloom dissipated, and the sky became clear and deep again, a gentle and inclusive starry sky belonging to You Yang's heart.

The battle ends, and the rules fade away.

The Duel Disk on You Yang's arm slowly dissipated into specks of light, but the cards in his deck did not disappear with it. Instead, like weary birds returning to their nests, they gathered in his hand along with the flowing light emanating from the gray-haired You Yang opposite him.

That was the return of power, and the restoration of the soul.

There was one card that was an exception.

The gray sun didn't rush to dissipate. It bent down, and its fingers, which had regained their human-like texture, gently picked up the golden magic card in front of it—[Hyperfusion].

He straightened up, a relieved smile on his face, and slowly walked towards You Yang.

"Congratulations, you won."

His voice was soft, but sincere.

You Yang stood there, looking at the terrifying card that was capable of fusing dimensions and distorting rules with a complicated expression, without immediately reaching out to take it.

He raised his head, gazing at the "shadow" that looked exactly like him but carried a completely different aura, and finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind:

"Who...who are you?"

"me?"

Upon hearing this question, Gray Youyang was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

He turned his head, his eyes lingering with nostalgia as he surveyed the rebuilding starry sky, then shrugged helplessly, his tone as relaxed as if chatting with an old friend:

"Actually, you should already know that."

He pointed to You Yang's chest, then to himself:

"I am you."

"If I were to use the phrase from your favorite novel—I am the 'loser' hidden deep inside you."

"You who are timid, hesitant, always wanting to escape, yet yearning for strength and recognition."

Gray Youyang paused, his gaze becoming profound: "However, I only truly gained independent self-awareness after you transmigrated to this world."

He raised his head and looked around at the countless stars in the sky.

In that vast galaxy, several beams of soul light manifested from the deck were quietly suspended.

At the very center was a crimson light, ancient and vast, the most dazzling and eye-catching.

Around it, white starlight twinkled like breath, gently protecting it.

Behind the crimson light, lined up were several other powerful forces: a deep blue shimmering with the brilliance of the Milky Way, a proud, bright, and flawless pure white, a raging purple representing an indomitable will, and a silver-white wreathed in turbulent electricity.

Finally, there is the most fundamental element that forms the basis of this "realm of the heart"—that gentle and inclusive milky-white halo.

"They must have done it."

Gray Wanderer looked at the lights, a hint of emotion in his eyes, "It was these spirits in your deck who awakened me to protect you."

"You should know very well that although this world looks very similar to our original world on the outside, with skyscrapers and bustling traffic..."

His tone suddenly shifted, becoming somewhat cold and mocking:

"But in reality, its core is completely different, even... distorted."

"Even in the Eastern Alliance, which has the best order and the strictest law enforcement, the group of 'Elf Duelists' still enjoys countless privileges and preferential treatment."

"As long as you are a duelist who has awakened the power of the spirits, even murder and arson can be 'forgiven' to some extent."

"If you are strong enough in a duel, the law will sometimes make way for you."

"And in other places, this law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is even more severe."

Gray Youyang looked at Youyang with a hint of pity in his eyes:

"When you first transmigrated here, the huge shock to your values ​​and the malice of the world almost made you break down."

"It's probably due to the body's self-protection mechanism, and to prevent your consciousness from completely collapsing."

"So you stripped away all your negative perceptions, fears, and dark memories of this world and transmitted them to me."

Upon hearing this, You Yang fell completely silent.

The mystery that had been troubling him for so long was finally solved.

No wonder... no wonder he always felt there was a gap in his memory.

From the moment I transmigrated into this world to the time I made a living carrying bricks on construction sites, the memories in between are real, but every time I recall them, it's like watching a badly worn silent film, blurry and unclear.

There seemed to be a voice deep within his brain, subconsciously preventing him from recalling the memory.

Over time, You Yang got used to that "live and let live" mentality, stopped investigating, and just let it go.

But now it seems that something must have happened during that blank period that was hard for him to accept, or even enough to destroy his worldview.

Seeing You Yang's furrowed brows and unfocused eyes, clearly caught in his habitual self-doubt, Gray You Yang sighed helplessly.

"Ugh……"

He stepped forward, raised his hand without warning, clenched his fist, and then—

thump.

He gently tapped You Yang on the forehead.

The force was very light, not like hitting someone, but more like an older brother's disappointed reminder to his stubborn younger brother.

But that was enough to "awaken" You Yang from his deep thought.

"Ouch." You Yang instinctively covered his forehead, staring at the other person in astonishment.

"You're doing this again."

Gray Youyang withdrew his hand, put his hands in his pockets, and spoke with a hint of reproach in his tone.

"I tend to overthink things whenever I encounter problems, and I get stuck in a dead end."

"What's the point of thinking about things that are already in the past?"

Let bygones be bygones!

"Whether it was pain or confusion, it's all in the past."

Gray Youyang stretched out his hand, pointed behind Youyang, and his voice became impassioned:

"People... should look forward!"

"Don't always think about shouldering everything alone, and don't feel lonely."

"You are no longer alone in this world!"

“Look over there. That little girl took such a huge risk, even risking her soul to break into this barrier to save you, and now you’re still standing there in a daze even though you’ve won.”

"If you do that, won't they have come in for nothing?"

Following Gray Youyang's gaze, Youyang turned his head and saw Lilith looking at him with a worried expression not far away.

As Gray Wanderer gazed at Lilith's figure, a rare, pure tenderness appeared in his gray eyes, which were usually filled with indifference and calculation.

"She's a good girl... Don't let her down."

After saying that, he handed the [Hyperfusion] card that he had been holding to You Yang.

"Take it."

"This is your well-deserved spoils."

You Yang took a deep breath, solemnly extended his hand, and accepted the card.

"Remember, You Yang."

"A person who forges ahead will not be defined by a sword that stands still."

"Take her out...back to your reality."

Gray Youyang forcefully shoved the [Super Fusion] with its dark glow into his palm. The moment their fingertips touched, it was as if a silent handover had been completed.

Immediately afterward, before You Yang could react, Gray You Yang suddenly raised his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force burst forth from his palm, slamming into You Yang's chest.