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

He wore neither the imposing black armor that exuded domineering power, nor the magnificent cloak that billowed in the wind.

He was wearing nothing more than an ordinary dark gray casual jacket, the edges of which were faded from washing.

The lower half of her outfit was paired with a pair of unremarkable black casual pants.

This is the outfit of an ordinary office worker who would be instantly lost in the sea of ​​people even if they walked in any subway station during the morning rush hour.

But at this moment, this utterly ordinary attire, worn by the mysterious man who had just shattered the void and emerged from the abyss of the underworld, did not appear comical at all; instead, it exuded a chilling and profound sense of oppression.

This plain and unadorned attire did not diminish his suffocating sense of oppression; on the contrary, it amplified his ruthless attitude of regarding everything as worthless.

Accompanied by a dull thud, two collision sounds, "thump—" and "thump—", echoed in the deathly silent space.

Without needing any verbal communication, Agares, who had been arrogant and fanatical just moments before, and Vasak, whose eyes were filled with greed, felt as if all their strength had been instantly drained from their legs the moment that man truly stepped into the world.

Their knees slammed heavily onto the cold, rough gravel ground.

This kind of kneeling is not out of simple respect, but stems from a deep, instinctive fear of the person in front of you.

That invisible, absolute pressure, like a tangible mountain, pressed down on their shoulders, mercilessly stripping them of their right to continue standing in this world.

The man descended slowly from the void as if walking down stairs, his faded leather shoes finally landing steadily on the scorched earth of reality, stopping in front of the two men.

He didn't even glance down at his two trembling subordinates on the ground, nor did he spare a single glance to survey the devastated ruins burning with black flames.

He simply raised his slightly rough hand, his well-defined fingers gripping the edge, and slowly removed the demon mask that symbolized supreme authority from his face.

The mask fell off, revealing a face that was deeply weary and deathly pale.

His features were quite ordinary; the kind of face that would disappear instantly without even a ripple if you threw him into the vast crowd of people during the morning rush hour.

"call……"

The man tilted his head back slightly and exhaled a long, heavy breath that had been trapped deep in his chest.

In the depths of those eyes, which were as unfathomable as black holes, there was not a trace of joy at returning to the human world; there was only an inescapable deep disgust and piercing indifference towards the world before him.

He casually hung the ornate gold mask on his belt, then slowly reached his right hand into the inside pocket of his worn-out jacket, close to his chest.

He carefully pulled out an old leather wallet from inside, the edges of which were already severely worn and even some of the threads were coming undone.

In this sacred forbidden land, filled with the dazzling brilliance of ancient artifacts and the heavy deathly aura of the underworld.

The man simply lowered his head quietly and gently stroked a badly faded plastic dinosaur keychain hanging from the zipper of his wallet with his calloused thumb.

again and again……

In that instant, all the murderous intent and coldness in his usually icy black pupils finally faded, replaced by a deep, almost morbid tenderness.

"Wait a little longer... I'll be back soon."

He murmured softly to the small pendant, his voice hoarse and tired, yet strangely calm.

That tone didn't sound like that of a terrifying demon king attempting to overthrow the world.

Instead, he seemed like an ordinary man who had just finished working three days and three nights straight to make a living, dragging his heavy body to his front door, and was about to take out his keys.

After a brief moment of tenderness, the man raised his head again.

The sickly tenderness in his eyes vanished instantly, and his gaze returned to its lifeless state.

His cold gaze swept past the two kneeling figures on the ground, like a blade, across the massive [Netherworld Stone Tablet] in front of him, which was perfectly inlaid with seven ancient artifacts.

Is everything ready?

He muttered to himself as he carefully put the old wallet back against his left chest, right where his heart should be, and meticulously fastened every button of his jacket.

"In that case, let's get started."

"It's time to go home."

The moment he finished speaking, endless, violent black death energy surged out of his frail body like a flood pouring from an abyss!

This destructive energy compressed and tumbled rapidly in mid-air, finally condensing into a single drop of pure black water in the center of his palm, enough to devour all light.

He slowly stretched out his arm, slightly flipping his wrist, letting the black droplet silently drip onto the massive [Netherworld Slab].

Om-!

Instantly, the entire [Netherworld Stone Slab] seemed to be injected with the most violent catalyst, erupting with a dull yet intense reaction!

Thick, inky black mist surged forth from the depths of the stone slab like thousands of roaring venomous snakes.

They soared into the sky, reaching straight into the clouds, and with an almost savage manner, violently tore the already ferocious spatial rift in the sky even larger and more terrifying!

The wind howled fiercely, and the world changed color.

The man standing at the center of the storm simply gazed up at everything unfolding with a blank expression.

His indifferent demeanor made it seem as if he had merely brushed a speck of dust off his clothes, accomplishing a trivial task.

At that very moment, the gates of death leading to the endless underworld were completely pushed open!

At this moment, in the real world, the boundaries between virtual and reality, the gap between gods and mortals, and even the absolute insurmountable boundary between the living and the dead...

All of them were completely erased and shattered in this overwhelming darkness!

The ominous black cocoons on the ground began to wriggle eerily.

Immediately afterwards, countless viscous lines, like black blood vessels, burst out of the cocoon. They spread wildly in mid-air, intertwining and connecting with each other, and in the blink of an eye, they outlined a huge magic circle on the ground.

And right at the very center of this massive magic array was the location where the man and the other two were!

Deep, dark light began to illuminate the various connecting nodes of the formation. This heavy, eerie light slowly rose upwards, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression that seemed to cover the entire world.

The man at the center of the formation remained indifferent. With a flick of his right wrist, a pure white queen chess piece emitting a cold, faint light appeared out of thin air in his hand, like a ghost.

The red and white queens complement each other, and this is Mary's true power.

This white chess piece is the other half of the [Queen Maris's Red Blackmail] – [Queen Maris's White Binding]!

The instant the [Queen's White Chess Binding] appeared in his hand, the virtual world data stream on the ground, which had been calmed down, suddenly began to devour everything again, like an ancient beast that had been reawakened!

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the already fragile world barrier could not withstand this assimilating force and began to crumble once again.

Looking at the shocking cracks in the sky, the man's pale, ordinary face remained expressionless.

Then, with a gentle flick of his left hand, a connection card radiating a cold, eerie glow and bearing five arrows slowly floated out from his palm—[The God of the Underworld Who Locks Up the World]!

This is the current ruler of the underworld, and the one who has sealed off this world.

It is both an existence that prevents people or things in this world from leaving, and an existence that prevents people from entering this world.

But his appearance and that person's presence precisely demonstrate that this high and mighty god of the underworld is utterly incompetent.

But it doesn't matter anymore, since I've already killed this god of the underworld, and I'll be able to go back soon.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling red light suddenly shone from between the man's eyebrows, and four super-powerful cards radiating vast cosmic energy flew out from it like shooting stars.

This is one of the earliest four numbered cards!

【No.1 The Gate to the Source of Numbers - Part 1】, 【No.2 The Gate to the Source of Numbers - Part 2】, 【No.3 The Gate to the Source of Numbers - Part 3】, 【No.4 The Gate to the Source of Numbers - Part 4】!

They are four ancient cards that possess the source code of creation!

As he sensed the surging power within these cards, a complex emotion flickered in the man's eyes.

Actually, he did try to find the legendary [No. 100 Source Dragon], but unfortunately, he didn't find anything.

However, that's enough.

Now, the God of the Underworld who sealed the world has been dealt with, and the power of the Source Number, which has the power to rewrite everything, has also been firmly grasped by him.

Multiple gods are engaged in fierce battles in the real world without any scruples, and the battlefield of the gods and the virtual world are constantly devouring the thick walls of this world.

At this moment, we are only a hair's breadth away from breaking free from the shackles of this world!

Without a doubt, now is the best time to launch the final plan!

A strange, cold smile slowly crept onto the man's lips.

In particular, during this long and dangerous journey to the underworld, he also had unexpected gains that he himself had never imagined.

He lowered his arm, and a ritual card radiating pure evil energy silently flew out from his sleeve, eventually landing steadily on the massive [Netherworld Slab].

The card bears a forbidden true name that terrifies all living beings—

Zorc, the Ruler of Darkness!

This card is engraved with the most ferocious, evil, and purest dark god!

Its existence is solely for the purpose of destroying everything!

When this evil god truly descends, the already crumbling remaining spatial barrier of this world will be completely crushed and collapsed like fragile thin ice!

And he could then take advantage of the moment of the world's destruction to draw upon the immense power of creation and the supreme power of the source code.

He wanted to shatter the shackles the world had placed on him and escape this damned place.

Return to the world that originally belonged to him!

A morbid fanaticism finally flashed uncontrollably in the man's usually lifeless eyes.

He gripped the card tightly in his hand; it was a long-cherished wish he had longed for throughout countless years!

As for the White Queen chess piece in his hand, it was originally just a backup plan he casually set up as a precaution.

He's been deceived too many times, and deep down he doesn't trust others—that's a crucial factor.

Of course, a copy should be kept.

However, he really didn't expect that the other half of the Queen of Hearts would be so useless, having an absolute home-field advantage, and being completely eliminated in such a short time.

Fortunately, he had prepared this crucial contingency plan in advance.

Just as the man was sneering, intending to fully unleash the power of the data belonging to [Malice] in his hands, making the power of the virtual world even more intense.

Then the Battlefield of Gods will be fully opened.

"Roar--!"

A thunderous dragon roar, capable of shattering metal and stone, suddenly erupted in the sky without warning!

A dazzling crimson figure, like a shooting star tearing through the night, hurtled down from the horizon.

However, even faster than the flight speed of that enormous dragon was a breath of crimson flames carrying the power to incinerate all things!

Upon sensing this sudden, devastating attack, Vasak and Agares, who had been kneeling in awe, changed their expressions drastically. They immediately stood up as if facing a formidable enemy, their power surging as they prepared to launch a powerful defense.