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

Therefore, compared to the difficult journey they had to break through the formation on their way here, their return to reality became exceptionally smooth, and the surrounding data streams were as easy for You Yang to control as a gentle river.

"Oh yeah!"

"Rescue mission successfully completed!"

The moment her feet touched the ground of the real world, Lena's cheerful and excited voice rang out in the air.

"You're back?"

Xiaoye, who had been stationed there, came forward to greet them.

She looked at everyone who was safe and sound, and first breathed a sigh of relief, but then blinked in confusion.

She tilted her head slightly, carefully examining the leader from head to toe again, and then asked with a hint of hesitation:

"Why do I feel... You Yang, there's something different about your aura?"

Upon hearing Xiaoye's question, Lena and the twins snapped out of their daze and immediately turned to look.

Sure enough, the usually composed You Yang was nowhere to be seen. What remained standing in front of them was the cold, gray You Yang, who exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

However, apart from his unusually cold demeanor and the barely concealed violent aura surrounding him, the gray Youyang at this moment was no different from the real Youyang in terms of appearance.

After all, they were born from the same body and lived together as one.

Faced with the surprised gazes of the crowd, Gray Youyang simply lowered his eyelids slightly, showing no intention of explaining. He just sighed silently and helplessly in his heart.

You Yang... in the end, he's still too soft-hearted.

Meanwhile, inside the Celestial Arbitrator Base, in Lilith's room.

The real You Yang stood quietly by the bed, gazing at Lilith, whose eyes were closed as if she were still fast asleep, and said in a calm, languid tone, "Are you going to continue pretending to be asleep?"

"Don't worry, there's no one else here. It's just you and me in this room."

Upon hearing this, Lilith's long eyelashes trembled slightly like a startled butterfly. After struggling for a moment, she finally opened her eyes slowly.

Those pale red pupils were still as clear and bright as the finest rubies.

But what made You Yang feel depressed was that he couldn't see even the slightest emotional fluctuation in those eyes that should have been full of childlike innocence; they were so lifeless that it was heartbreaking.

You Yang sighed silently and gently placed Lilith, whom he was holding, steadily on the ground.

Lilith lowered her head slightly after landing on her feet. Her wispy bangs cast a shadow on her cheeks, making it impossible for You Yang to see her expression.

"Um... thank you for going to the trouble of saving me."

"I'm so sorry for causing you all trouble."

She spoke softly, her voice as if weighed down by a heavy boulder, flat and without the slightest fluctuation.

"Lilith."

You Yang remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

“I’ve said it before, there’s no one else here, just us.”

"I know."

Lilith quickly picked up the conversation, speaking so fast it seemed as if she was trying to cover something up.

She lowered her head even further. "Then... could you please go out for a moment?"

"I want to be alone... quietly for a while."

Seeing the girl's feigned strength, You Yang not only did not turn around and leave, but instead slowly squatted down, deliberately lowering his posture so that his gaze was even lower than that of Lilith, who was bowing her head.

He took a deep breath, stared into the girl's eyes, and slowly repeated his words, enunciating each one clearly:

"Lilith, there's no one else here..."

"I know, I know, I..."

Lilith abruptly raised her head, seemingly wanting to retort loudly, but the moment her gaze met You Yang's incredibly tolerant, gentle, and apologetic eyes, all her pretense crumbled instantly.

She lowered her head again immediately, as if she had been electrocuted.

Before she knew it, her eyes were red and almost bleeding, and her voice, which had been trying to remain calm, suddenly became stuck in her throat.

That dry "I know" felt like a rough stone stuck deep in her throat, impossible to swallow or utter.

Her lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

She desperately clenched her lower lip, trying to use the pain to maintain the nonchalant, fake smile on her face.

However, the tears, born of her grievances and pain, did not obey her brain at all. They fell silently, one by one, like pearls from a broken string, hitting her pale little fist clenched tightly at her side, splashing out despairing water droplets.

"So...could you...go outside first..."

Her voice shattered into several pieces, each word uttered with a heartbreaking tremor and sobbing.

"Let me... just let me be alone... for a while..."

"I beg you..."

In the end, Lilith's words were completely drowned out by tears, becoming indistinct and turning into suppressed sobs like those of a wounded animal.

You Yang remained motionless, standing silently like a mountain, letting the girl's tears flow freely before him.

Lilith's sobs grew louder and louder, and the sorrow suppressed in her heart finally erupted completely, turning into a heart-wrenching, loud cry.

Seemingly having finally given up, she suddenly stretched out her thin, weak arms, clenched her fists, and pounded them against You Yang's broad chest, crying out in despair:

"Why are you interfering with me?!"

Why did you save me?!

"I clearly...I clearly saw them there!"

Why did you cruelly take them away from me again?!

"Why?!"

"Why?!"

Faced with the girl's desperate questioning and beatings, You Yang did not utter a single word in defense, nor did he flinch or dodge in the slightest.

Because he knew better than anyone that Lilith, who was on the verge of collapse, didn't need any grand theories or hypocritical answers.

All she needed was a way to completely release the pain in her heart.

Lilith's tragic childhood experiences made her far more mature than her peers. This precocity led her to suppress all her weaknesses and emotions deep inside, and she rarely revealed her true feelings.

But this is an extremely dangerous sign, let alone for a child who should be innocent and carefree.

Even a mentally mature adult will eventually run into trouble if they keep all their emotions bottled up inside.

Therefore, the only thing You Yang can do now is to act like a silent punching bag, letting Lilith vent her anger properly and thoroughly.

At this moment, he didn't want to leave, nor could he leave.

Since he chose to get involved in this matter, he naturally has to bear all the consequences.

Now is the time for him to do his best.

After all... he can't do anything more.

Lilith, plunged into extreme grief and despair, seemed to truly believe that You Yang was the murderer who had cruelly taken away her parents once again.

She cried uncontrollably while pounding on Youyang's chest with all her might.

The piercing cries in the room gradually grew hoarse, and the little hands that had been pounding on You Yang's chest finally gave out their last bit of strength and fell limply to the ground.

Seeing the girl who had completely fainted from crying due to her emotional ups and downs, You Yang gently carried Lilith back to bed and settled her down.

After carefully wiping away her tears and sweat with a towel, he stood up, quietly walked out of the room, and closed the door tightly behind him with a barely perceptible sound.

Outside the corridor door, Gray Youyang, Tiandao Lian, and their companions were already quietly waiting there.

Everyone looked extremely grim, and the oppressive atmosphere struck You Yang, who had just returned, as very strange.

Haven't all the issues in the virtual world been resolved smoothly?

When he left that data space, he had already completely lifted the restraining seal that the Queen of Hearts had placed on the other virtual spirits.

Logically, the freed elves should now be methodically dealing with the mess left by the virtual world swallowing up reality.

"Although I really want you to get some rest, right now, we may be facing even bigger trouble."

Tian Daolian's face was so stern it seemed like it could drip water. He raised his slightly tense arm and pointed straight up at the sky above his head.

Following the direction of his finger, You Yang suddenly raised his head, his pupils instantly contracting—at this moment, the entire sky of the real world had been violently torn apart by an abyss-like crack!

The thick, impenetrable black mist surged forth from the menacing crack like a burst dam.

Then, this deathly aura quickly condensed in mid-air into thick, inky black droplets, which fell heavily like a torrential downpour announcing the end of the world.

What's chilling is that the falling black raindrops didn't seep into the soil and blend into the earth like ordinary rain.

Instead, they rapidly converged and merged on the ground, wriggling as if they were alive, forming eerie black cocoons that exuded an ominous aura!

Let's rewind a little, back to the moment when the sky was just torn apart.

The countless fragments of space fell like a poignant rain of glass, each fragment reflecting the dark, necromantic light emanating from the [Netherworld Slab].

Deep within that pitch-black crack, where not a finger could be seen in front of one's face, a faint yet incredibly clear "crack" sound suddenly rang out.

The sound was almost like someone wearing hard-soled leather shoes casually stomping on shards of glass.

The footsteps, though small, possessed an inexplicable and eerie magic that completely drowned out the howling and raging spatial storms around them.

With each steady step, the chaotic energy currents that were originally rampant and disordered in this world were suppressed and frozen by an irresistible force, as if they had encountered an absolute nemesis and master.

The air, which had been trembling violently just a moment ago due to the resonance of the ancient artifact, suddenly became incredibly heavy and deathly still.

Even the wind stopped blowing, as if the whole world was afraid of the appearance of this being.

As Vasak and Agares gazed up at him with fervor and deep awe, a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out from the suffocating dark abyss of the underworld and appeared right before their eyes!

On his face, he wore a demon mask symbolizing the supreme authority of the End Times.

On that golden mask, which perfectly blended supreme majesty with terrifying eeriness, a deep purple gemstone set in the center of the forehead slowly shimmered with a brilliant and profound light, exuding a divine indifference to everything.

Chapter 323 The Other Half of Maris's Power! The White Queen - White Chess Binding!

However, beneath this mask, which exudes the noble and majestic aura of an ancient god, his attire creates an unusually strong sense of dissonance with this grand and epic scene.