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

Gray-haired Youyang snorted coldly. Although he was extremely dissatisfied with this pretentious show of force, he was too lazy to say anything and immediately followed after him.

Ling Shiqing and the three virtual sprites behind her quickly followed.

However, the closer the three virtual elves got to the dark castle along the red carpet, the more clearly they could feel the heavy pressure emanating from the depths of the castle, a pressure that seemed to crush them completely.

The moment you step through the pitch-black door, the suffocating silence outside is completely shut out.

Instead, there is a rich, almost overwhelming aroma of black tea.

The aroma, a mixture of nauseating sweetness and a faint smell of blood, hit everyone like a tangible force, penetrating their nostrils.

The castle's interior space is so large that it completely defies the laws of physics.

The dome soars high, its end disappearing into the depths of dark red shadow.

On both sides of the hall, dozens of thick black stone pillars stand like giants.

The stone pillar is carved with dense thorns and twisted playing card reliefs. Under the dim candlelight flickering around it, the mottled shadows stretch and twist, as if these reliefs would crawl right off the stone pillar at any moment.

In the very center of the hall, there was a heavy mahogany dining table that stretched almost to the horizon.

The tablecloth, which was originally gorgeous, was now covered with large dark red stains.

The table was cluttered with the necessities for this never-ending tea party:

Piles of macarons, emitting a pungent, sweet aroma.

A white porcelain teapot, overturned to the side, with a thick, scarlet liquid gurgling from its spout.

And countless crystal pocket watches scattered about, making a chillingly dense "tick-tock" sound.

However, what truly made You Yang and the others stop in their tracks and freeze in their tracks was not the lavish feast on the table, but the "guests" sitting on both sides of the long table.

Those were not nobles enjoying a tea party at all, but virtual elves whose minds had been completely stripped away!

Sitting closest to the gate was none other than the Nine-Star Synchronous Monster with extremely strong suppressive power—[Computer Sakai Fox - Sensen].

This mechanical fox demon, which should have been agile and imposing, was now like a broken puppet with its soul drained.

Its eyes, which once shone with wisdom, were now empty and lifeless. Around its slender neck, a thorn collar emanating a scarlet light was tightly bound.

With an extremely stiff posture, Xianxian used a mechanical claw to hold up a teacup filled with scarlet liquid and mechanically poured it into her mouth.

Dark red tea spilled from the corner of its mouth, dripping down its mechanical chin onto the already stained white tablecloth, but it was completely unaware.

You Yang looked into the depths of the long table, his pupils slightly contracting.

Not only Xianxian, but also dozens of high-level virtual elves from various card deck systems were densely packed on both sides of the long table.

Without exception, they all had dull, lifeless eyes.

In this endless, bizarre tea party, they seemed like pre-programmed machines, numbly repeating the actions of holding the cup, drinking tea, and chewing.

The only sounds in the entire hall were the chilling swallowing sounds and the ticking of a pocket watch.

You Yang's gaze passed over the group of elves who had become walking corpses and moved forward along the eerie long table.

At the far end of the line of sight, in the deepest shadow of the hall, stood a colossal throne composed of interwoven white bones and vibrant red hearts.

And seated upon that throne was the absolute ruler of this castle—the Queen of Hearts.

The dim candlelight around them seemed to fear that direction.

It was a terrifying being that could cause an ordinary duelist to lose their reason and completely collapse in spirit with just a glance in the dark.

Seated on the throne was that suffocating figure.

She wore an elaborate Gothic gown that intertwined scarlet and dark colors, its wide skirt spreading out in layers around the throne like a carnivorous flower blooming in the abyss.

The skirt was covered with red heart patterns of varying sizes, so vivid that they looked as if they were dyed with freshly dripped blood, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and she wore a thorn crown studded with a huge dark red gemstone.

That exquisitely beautiful face was as pale as paper, devoid of any trace of human color.

Especially his dark red eyes, which were like abysses, were looking down at You Yang and his group, his eyes swirling with excitement and mockery.

She leaned lazily against the armrest of the throne, one hand gently supporting her chin, while the other casually toyed with a magnificent scepter.

At the top of the scepter, a red heart that seems to be still beating slightly is prominently embedded.

"I never expected that my servant would be dealt with by you like this."

The Queen of Hearts has finally spoken.

Her voice was clear and sweet, yet it carried a chillingly sickly arrogance:

"However, it was somewhat expected, after all, he was only using the power of a loser."

"Of course, this also means that he is a good-for-nothing."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze sweeping over the crowd:

"But you guys seem much more interesting than those fragile pieces of trash."

"Then, I will grant you an opportunity—to become my servants!"

She opened her arms, her voice gradually rising in pitch:

"I will completely distort the boundary between virtual and reality."

"In this world where virtual and reality intertwine, I am the undisputed god!"

"I can grant all your requests and desires. Even... becoming a god!"

As her slightly upturned voice faded, hundreds of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up without warning in the deep shadows on both sides of the hall.

Accompanied by the dull scraping sound of armor plates, countless heavily armored playing card guards silently surged out, completely surrounding the hall. The cold, gleaming light reflected from the crisscrossing halberds instantly blocked all escape routes.

Ling Shiqing unconsciously gripped the duel disk tightly, her palms already soaked with cold sweat.

Under this oppressive force, which felt almost tangible, even she felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

However, Gray Yang, who was surrounded, simply lowered his head and licked his dry, cracked lips.

Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward, braving the hail of knives and spears.

"Quite a grand display,"

Gray Youyang let out a cold laugh, "I just don't know if your strength is worthy of your arrogant attitude."

"presumptuous!"

The two closest Spade guards suddenly took a step forward, their ferocious killing intent erupting instantly.

Gray Youyang showed no fear whatsoever. Deep black flames immediately ignited in his eyes, and his muscles tensed, as if he were about to start a battle.

He represents the most violent aspect of You Yang!

"Go back."

The Queen of Hearts lazily raised her scepter.

With just a few words, the enraged guards froze on the spot like statues, retreating back into the deep shadows.

She slowly sat up straight, her scarlet eyes fixed on You Yang and Gray You Yang, a cruel smile curving her lips.

"I forgive the clamor of the toys."

"After all, the tea party has only just begun..."

The Queen grasped her scepter and tapped it lightly on the floor of the throne.

"clang--!"

A crisp, resonant sound instantly pierced through the hall.

Immediately afterwards, the mountain of tableware piled up in the center of the long table was violently swept away by an invisible force, scattering to the ground with a series of shattering sounds.

The wide tabletop suddenly split open from the middle and receded to both sides, revealing a huge dueling arena radiating a mixture of dark blue and crimson light, which slowly rose from the ground.

Chapter 310 False Happiness and You Yang's Fury!

The Queen of Hearts sat high above, looking down at the silent Youyang below.

Her scarlet lips curled slightly upward, and a cruel yet playful glint flashed across her eyes like a ghost.

“I know why you came.”

She dragged out her words lazily, her voice echoing in the empty, cold hall.

"That girl is indeed with me."

Before she finished speaking, the Queen of Hearts slowly raised the magnificent yet eerie scepter in her hand.

At the top of the scepter, a vibrant red heart beats powerfully, as if alive, emitting an unsettling dark red glow.

She gently tapped the base of the scepter against the hard ground.

"clang--"

With a clear, resonant sound that seemed to pierce the soul, the oppressive hall in front of You Yang and the others rippled instantly, then vanished inch by inch like a phantom.

The nauseating stench of blood and the cloyingly sweet aroma of black tea that had filled everyone's nostrils were instantly swept away by a fresh breeze carrying the fragrance of earth.

The surrounding scenery underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant, turning into a campus bathed in the warm afternoon sun.

Looking up, the sky was a clear, deep blue, without a trace of impurity, with a few fluffy white clouds drifting leisurely by in the wind.

A gentle breeze caressed the thick sycamore trees beside the playground, their broad leaves rustling against each other, creating a soft, white noise, like a tranquil lullaby.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of youth, unique to the grass after it had been baked by the sun for a long time.

On the tree-lined path at the edge of the playground, dappled with sunlight, a girl in a neat dark blue sailor uniform was running briskly forward with her schoolbag on her back.

Her twin ponytails traced energetic arcs in the air with each step.

That's Lilith.

Looking at that figure from behind, You Yang's pupils involuntarily contracted slightly, and even his breath stopped for a moment.

Before this, the Lilith he knew always appeared aggressive and extremely arrogant, like a hedgehog that refused to let anyone get close.

But he knew better than anyone what kind of soul was hidden in that small body.

Her eyes, which should have been clear, were always shrouded in an inescapable gloom and fear, and deep within them lay a profound sorrow as deep as an abyss.