Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

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Chapter 114 The First Duel (Part 3)

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On my tenth birthday.

"The old shopkeeper gave me two loose duel disk models."

"He even coaxed me, saying it was like Yugi Muto's Millennium Puzzle, that I would meet new friends the moment I finished assembling the model..."

"I actually believed what that old geezer said."

"Over 800 puzzle pieces, and I have to assemble them all in one day..."

...

"You tried to solve this before, didn't you?" [Bai] looked at the two rotting, slimy corpses on the ground and asked in a deep voice, "Did you get any useful information?"

Every minute spent sitting in that chair is precious; it's all about "risking your life to step into pits and learn from mistakes." Even if you don't know the specific solutions, at least you'll know what not to do.

"Wow—" Immy opened her mouth slightly and let out a sigh of admiration. The young man in front of her was more composed and calm than she had imagined.

She smiled, pulled out a camera device, and handed it over, saying, "Here, I recorded everything. There are even close-ups of the deaths!"

Upon hearing this, Bai's pupils contracted, and his gaze toward Yimi became more wary.

"This person is too calm."

"Recording it was the right choice, but with her partner risking their life to save the situation, and everyone else in a panic, how could she have the leisure to record it?"

Just like being certain that your companion will definitely not make it.

The mindset of watching a play outweighs the mindset of analyzing a situation; it's all about having fun in the world.

Rather than being like a problem solver...

More like a strategist, or an outsider.

Calm people are good partners, but people who are too calm should be treated with caution.

[Bai] took the camera and stared intently at it.

The recorded footage was only six minutes long, and four of the investigators died.

The first person to solve the puzzle was at a loss and was indeed devoured by the snakes after a full three minutes; the scene of his death was indeed shown in close-up.

The other three all died amidst repeated declarations of error; there seemed to be an unseen referee at this table.

"【Dark Magician】Attack 【Demon Summoning】!"

[False Declaration]

"Activate [Divine Warning]!"

[Incorrect declaration, timing of initiation not met]

"Activate [The Cry of the Living Dead]!"

[Invalid declaration, has no effect on applicable targets]

After three false declarations, the snakes pounced, and the second solver was devoured. The third and fourth solvers were similarly devoured, and they didn't even last three minutes.

After watching the video, Bai's forehead was covered with dark clouds, and his stomach acid churned.

"Thank you." He suppressed his nausea and handed the camera back to Immy, his mind still replaying the recording.

"How's it going?" Immy asked jokingly, "Any ideas yet?"

"You actually know the solution, don't you?" [Bai] suddenly said in a deep voice, and Immy's eyes widened slightly.

Yes, the solution to this endgame is actually very simple.

The card effects' counter relationships are clearly stated, and the monsters' attack values match that mysterious value.

In the video, not every move triggers an "error declaration." For example, one player successfully activated a "whirlwind" to destroy the "dimensional confinement" without triggering an "error declaration."

“Yes, I know the solution,” Immy replied honestly, “but…”

“We just need a proper declaration,” [White] interjected. “[Black Magician] and [Demon Summoning] have the same attack power and can destroy each other. [Whirlwind] destroys [Dimensional Confinement] to ensure the attack passes through. [God's Warning] counters [Call of the Living Dead].

"We will activate [Call of the Dead] to revive [Dark Magician], and then attack once more to win."

"That red 2500 should be similar to a health stat, which is exactly the same as the attack power of the [Black Magician]."

A concise and precise explanation of the situation.

"Wow—" Immy exclaimed, waving her hands and clapping.

The boy in front of me, who looked to be about ten years old, was not only calm and collected in such a harsh environment, but also had such a clear mind.

"So, what is the correct declaration?"

She raised an eyebrow slightly, nodded, and asked.

Both of them knew very well that the solution was not difficult; the real challenge lay in the "correct declaration"—what kind of password should be used to coordinate with the above actions?

Every ritual requires a few incantations.

"do not know."

[Bai] took a deep breath and sighed.

He really didn't have any ideas in that short period of time.

"Hmm... okay." Immy's lips twitched, her face showing some disappointment.

[Bai] stared intently at her, took Philina's hand, and temporarily left this dangerous woman.

The two found a relatively clean corner, sat down against the wall, closed their eyes, and rested for a while.

"call..."

His breathing grew heavier, and his body trembled.

“Bai…” Philina hugged Bai’s arm tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, a bitter smile on her face.

"Are we about to fail? Hehehe... We've struck gold..."

She tightened her arms around herself, as if she had found a blanket from a pile of ruins while wandering in the cold night.

Both were orphans caught in the cataclysmic disaster, and it was already a stroke of luck that they survived to the age of sixteen.

[Bai] There was no response; her voice quickly dropped.

"It's such a pity, I just picked these watermelons..."

Yes, if they could, who would want to die?

"I will definitely take you out!" [Bai] said through gritted teeth.

He buried his head in his arms, trying not to let her see his cowardly expression.

"Mmm," Philina nodded softly.

But spells are not something that can be known through reasoning, labor, or imagination.

Just like the dialectal name for "Effect Masker," people in the local fortress might blurt out "Stockings!", but people who don't know this nickname would never guess it even if they racked their brains.

"Correct Declaration, Correct Declaration..."

[Bai] scratched his head frantically, the video kept replaying in his mind, searching for [inspiration].

"My brain...get moving!"

"There must be...there must be..."

The more you try to force inspiration, the rarer it becomes.

Due to excessive blood loss and the outbreak of toxins, [Bai]'s consciousness gradually blurred, and his frantic voice grew weaker and weaker.

Seeing this, Philina took off her gas mask and put it on [White's] head. The purple poison gas had already spread to the necks of the two of them.

Her years of survival experience taught her...

If nothing unexpected happens.

Forty-five minutes later, both of them will stop having heartbeats at the same time.

She forced a bitter smile and hugged Bai's arm tightly.

He made a bold move.