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

If he can succeed even once, he can create any card he wants at will.

Once you reach that point, breaking through the barriers of dimensions and embarking on the road home will be an easy task!

The wind whipped at Gu Qingyuan's collapsing body, his bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.

He spent so much time and resources, yet he still failed.

How could You Yang create it so effortlessly?

"Creation?"

You Yang keenly sensed Gu Qingyuan's shock, which bordered on jealousy.

With a calm expression, he slowly extended his right hand, gazing at the dazzling golden light that gradually illuminated his palm.

Although the light was faint, it exuded an overwhelming and divine power that could not be looked at directly. That was the being awakened by the power of the Galaxy Eye, which had been continuously evolving until it reached its peak state—[Source Number Dragon]!

And the power it controls is the power that can construct all things in the world—the power of the origin!

Immediately afterwards, You Yang turned his gaze to his left hand.

A pure, flawless white light was faintly shimmering between the fingertips.

That was the primordial power that the God of Light, Herakti, bestowed upon him and left him before he vanished.

It was a vast divine power capable of silently disintegrating everything in the world and reducing it to nothingness.

The purest dissipation and creation are now firmly held in You Yang's hands.

If You Yang had a sudden thought at this moment, he could indeed create entirely new cards out of thin air.

but……

The roaring Victory Dragon before us is not a being created by this power.

"That's right, just as you guessed, the Victory Dragon is indeed not a monster from this world."

You Yang lowered his hands and looked at Gu Qingyuan quietly. "But similarly, it is not a product created by me."

Upon hearing You Yang's reply, Gu Qingyuan's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted. He immediately understood something and roared hoarsely as if grasping at a lifeline:

"Could it be that this card... is a product of our world?"

However, the moment those words left his mouth, his barely maintained body began to crack terribly, like a dried-up riverbed.

Gu Qingyuan's face turned ashen. He knew that he hadn't been idle for a moment during that brief conversation.

He had been secretly and frantically throwing out those spare bodies hidden in various places, trying to use them to resist the [Victory Dragon]'s rule-breaking power that transcended common sense.

But he never expected that the speed at which the spare body was being consumed and replaced could no longer keep up with the speed at which that force was wreaking havoc.

He gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve, forcibly increasing the speed at which he released the backup body, determined to maintain the body's temporary integrity even if it meant squeezing out every last drop of his strength.

He knew very well that he had already lost.

They suffered a crushing defeat.

Centuries of meticulous planning have been destroyed in an instant, leaving them unable to even eke out a living, and their lives will be lost here.

Strangely, despite facing such a desperate situation, Gu Qingyuan did not feel much anger or sadness. Instead, he felt a morbid sense of relief.

For a soul that was once just an ordinary person, over a hundred years is far too long and far too heavy...

Although he used every means to forcibly maintain the appearance of this body in a youthful state, the memories he once cherished had long since become blurred and indistinct under the erosion of time.

Although the deep longing to return home remained etched in his soul, tragically, he could no longer remember the true faces of his wife and children.

He could accept failure, but he would never allow himself to die in this foreign land without knowing why!

Seeing Gu Qingyuan's desperate and frantic state, You Yang sighed deeply.

He gently brought his slightly glowing palms together, clenched them into fists, and his clear gaze quietly fell on the other person's cracked body.

"Yes."

"In this world, duels are brutal battles accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice."

"Therefore, the rules here never allow for a best-of-three situation where there is a way out."

You Yang's voice sounded remarkably calm amidst the raging wind, yet it possessed a power that struck straight to the soul.

"But in our original world, duel cards were just ordinary card toys for entertainment."

"Since they are toys, they naturally give rise to all sorts of games and competitions that are mainly about competition."

"For the sake of fairness and entertainment, a formal competition will not be decided by a single match."

"That [Victory Dragon] card was a special creation made specifically for that particular tournament format."

"Its true power lies in its ability to transcend the limitations of a match, turning a game that would normally require a best-of-three series into a decisive, one-hit kill."

"What I did was never to create something out of thin air; I simply conformed to its original existence and brought it to life in this world."

You Yang raised his eyes, the image of the giant dragon reflected in his golden-gray pupils, and his tone became extremely solemn:

"Furthermore, since the [Victory Dragon] is essentially a card belonging only to our world, it's difficult to overcome the dimensional barrier to materialize it and truly unleash its original power..."

"It needs a soul from our world as the foundation and vessel for its arrival."

Hearing You Yang's solemn words, Gu Qingyuan's pale face, covered with cracks, froze slightly.

Immediately, like lightning, flashed into his mind the slender, gray-white figure reflected in the emerald pupils of the [Victory Dragon] when it launched its fatal attack.

With great difficulty, Gu Qingyuan managed to force a smile that was both self-deprecating and somewhat relieved.

It seems that my meticulous planning over the past century wasn't entirely without merit.

At least in the final moments of this life-or-death struggle, they successfully made You Yang, this high-and-mighty person, pay an irreparable and painful price...

He always viewed You Yang as superior and aloof.

Gu Qingyuan noticed You Yang's unusual behavior while still in Tian Shu City.

At that time, he vaguely sensed something, and now it seems that he was the villainous boss who was defeated by the protagonist!

Gu Qingyuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more to You Yang, but only heavy breathing could be heard from his broken throat, and he could no longer speak.

The domineering power of the rules carried by the [Victory Dragon] was far more powerful than he had imagined.

At this moment, Gu Qingyuan no longer wanted to explore whether this was due to You Yang's own inherent strength or whether the [Victory Dragon] itself was so special.

All the planning and scheming...

It doesn't matter anymore...

Gu Qingyuan's cloudy and weary eyes slowly closed. As his body dissipated, his consciousness, like a falling leaf, quickly became hazy and blurred.

In a daze, a hundred years of time flashed through my mind like a fleeting glimpse.

Since transmigrating to this world where he has no relatives or friends, he has faced numerous difficulties and has to be extremely careful in everything he does.

He dared not let anyone guess his true identity, and even less dared to show the slightest bit of the true emotions of a stranger in front of others.

For countless days and nights, he dared not even fall into a deep sleep. The slightest disturbance would startle him awake like a frightened bird.

It was through this ruthlessness and caution that he was able to rise step by step from a penniless unregistered resident of another world.

He personally built his own vast power base and recruited countless powerful subordinates.

However, the greater the power he wielded, the more he dared not relax his nerves for even a moment.

He was worried day and night, afraid that his biggest secret would be discovered, and that one day he would be ruthlessly replaced by someone else, thus falling from the heights of his position to the bottom of abyss.

If things really come to that, then his desperate search for the way home will become hopeless!

He endured this arduous struggle, like walking a tightrope, for over a century. He was truly exhausted, so incredibly exhausted...

Now that everything has settled down, let's let down our guard and get some rest...

In the last moment before Gu Qingyuan's soul consciousness was about to dissipate completely, in that warm light, he vaguely saw two familiar yet blurry phantoms, one large and one small.

The two figures were waving gently at him, and a gentle, soothing female voice drifted into his ears from afar.

Although Gu Qingyuan's fragmented consciousness could no longer clearly hear what the voice was saying, he could no longer make it out.

But he felt that it should have been a long-awaited welcome home.

Immediately afterwards, the small figure happily ran over with its short legs and hugged his legs tightly.

The child looked up at his tender little face, though in the fading vision, his face had become a blur of light, and he could no longer hear any real sounds.

But with a father's instinct, he still clearly understood the simple words uttered from those small lips.

Those are two words that transcend a century and an endless sea of ​​stars:

"Dad~~"

As Gu Qingyuan transformed into countless stardust fragments and vanished with the wind, silence returned to the ruins.

"You're so gentle."

The enormous and majestic golden body of the Victory Dragon still stood quietly beside You Yang. At that moment, You Yang heard the clear, slightly teasing voice of Gray You Yang.

You Yang maintained his slightly raised head posture, a complex emotion flashing in his golden eyes, and he responded softly:

"I just……"

"I just hate tragedies..."

As he spoke, You Yang slowly lowered his head and looked at the palm of his left hand.

There, the white light that symbolized the origin of the God of Light, Herakti, had become somewhat weak and dim.

This sacred power, capable of disintegrating all things in the world into nothingness, can naturally also be used to rebuild and create something.

Otherwise, how could he be worthy of such a supreme title as "Creator of Light"?

"Alright, now that the trouble here has been resolved, my mission can be considered successfully completed."

"Now, it's time to leave the stage like that guy on the other side."

Gray Sun's tone sounded very light, without a trace of sorrow or sadness about his impending disappearance.

That carefree feeling is like a child who has just finished playing on the playground after school, smiling and waving goodbye to their best friend, believing that they will meet again in the school corridor the next morning.

Hearing the seemingly casual farewell from the gray-haired Youyang, Youyang did not respond to his words.

He just stared intently at his palm, his five fingers suddenly clenching tightly.