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

It's said that regulators are nothing more than slave owners, treating their henchmen as tools and dogs, and that only their "fans" are true lovers.

That doesn't seem to be the case now.

Luo Bai took a deep breath and walked towards the Grizzly Bears' supervisor.

The Grizzly Bears supervisor narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "He's already down. There's no need to insult him any further."

"The ground is cold." Luo Bai's face was pale. Without explaining much, he took off his damaged Shadow Spirit Robe and covered the fallen figure with it, speaking slowly.

"To the duelists."

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Struggle progress: 14/30

I'm a little tired, I overslept.

A tribute to the 200th chapter, dedicated to the duelists.

Chapter 201: Thanks to [Red Maple] for the Gift King title, and to [Dream Encountering True Dragon] for the God-level certification.

Luo Bai took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

He gave a cold glance at the crowd outside the cage, his eyes sharp and ruthless, like the winter wind.

"The...the great demon..."

The once noisy and bustling crowd fell into a deathly silence. They all shivered, trembling, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Thank you," the grizzly bear supervisor said calmly.

I wouldn't call it sadness, but we spent five years together after all.

He stared at the corpse on the ground, a strange feeling welling up inside him. Even though the [Cartoon] deck was still there, and the deck itself wasn't difficult, he still felt that no one could play [Sinners' Market] with that kind of confidence.

For aggressive OTK decks, it's fatal if the user lacks the confidence of "I can kill him instantly," a confidence that comes from the soul.

Something is gone forever.

The supervisor in black uniform sighed deeply, turned off the lights inside the cage, and announced that the business would not be open for business today.

The dancer in red outside the cage, her vibrant red dress and dreamy eyes gazing at Luo Bai as he removed his disguise, revealing his true face, murmured softly, "So it was him..."

Although the voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, it reached Yi Lan's ears with perfect accuracy.

Yi Lan frowned slightly, looking at the dancer in red with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Have you two met before?"

"Uh—" The dancer in red was clearly guilty, her gaze darting away, trying to conceal her true feelings. "I...I bumped into her..."

She spoke haltingly, her words revealing complex emotions.

Just then, she seemed to catch some subtle movement, her eyes suddenly sharpened, as sharp as a cheetah locking onto its prey, and she instantly turned her gaze to a dark and gloomy corner.

“There is a needle.”

The dancer in red spoke in an icy tone, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

【Needle】 is a slang term used in the dungeons to refer to people from other fortresses who have infiltrated the area in disguise, such as agents who come to steal intelligence.

Yi Lan frowned and glanced around, but couldn't identify the [needle].

"Don't worry, leave it to me." The red-clad dancer's vibrant red lips curved into a seductive smile, and she let out a silvery laugh, winking at Yi Lan. "You two continue your date~"

“Then be careful yourself… wait!” Yi Lan paused, a look of embarrassment and annoyance flashing across her face, and quickly retorted, “Who went on a date with him! I only agreed to be his bodyguard for half a day!”

"Oh—" The dancer in red didn't delve into it. She turned around leisurely and walked slowly forward towards the dazzling lights, leaving behind a hazy and mysterious silhouette softened by the halo of light, and a soft laugh rang out.

Which young girl doesn't dream of love...?

These words were like a warm breeze, gently brushing past and stirring ripples in Yi Lan's heart.

The image of a young boy flashed through my mind.

He wasn't very old, his face was already blurry, all I could remember was the iron cage... the scar... the escape... and that...

"Bam—"

Something seemed to shatter in her memory, making a crisp sound, and Yi Lan suddenly woke up.

She took a deep breath, shook her head, and her expression returned to its icy coldness.

Sister, it turns out you...

A heart-wrenching voice echoed in my mind.

“It’s all in the past.” Yi Lan walked towards the betting machine with a cold face, her fingers flying across the touchscreen.

I bet a total of 500 milligrams on the opening and off-site betting, and got 1940 milligrams back. In just over ten minutes, I made a net profit of 1.44 carats, which is about 1.7 million gold points.

Gambling is a bottomless abyss; money comes like a whirlwind, dazzling and mesmerizing.

"Stop looking." Luo Bai stepped out of the iron cage and patted Yi Lan, who was in a daze.

"Next..."

A helpless and slightly tired voice echoed in the air.

Yilan paused for a moment, then jogged to catch up with him. After thinking for a while, she decided to ask the question that had been bothering her: "Why didn't the [King of Cursed Eyes] destroy the [Cartoon Kingdom] before the first attack?"

"Premature destruction allows for a direct second attack."

In her eyes, Luo Bai was a duelist who paid great attention to detail and shouldn't have made such a basic mistake.

Based on his answer.

This might affect her judgment of whether he is capable of being a coach.

Luo Bai paused, his face a complex mix of emotions—reflection, regret, and a deep-seated bitterness. After a moment, he slowly said, "I didn't play well."

"It was a mistake."

These words struck Yi Lan like a hammer blow, giving her a new understanding of Luo Bai.

He offered no explanation.

Just admit it openly and honestly.

Luo Bai sighed deeply, silently acknowledging the danger. His figure appeared exceptionally resolute, and his steps were firm and resounding, carrying a resolute determination as he walked towards the next unknown iron cage.

He has indeed changed somewhat.

When Sariel equips the Cursed Eye of the Moon, his right eye also undergoes some changes.

At that time, he could see into a world that ordinary people could not access.

For example, the patterns on all the [Cursed Eye] cards were completely unsealed just now, as if they had come to life, actively jumping in his mind and deeply engraved in his memory.

It felt so familiar, like we'd had a relationship spanning centuries.

In addition, he saw the evil in everyone.

For example, the Qin dialect word for "evil" is clearly visible.

"Will the daytime prisoner be imprisoned for all their sins...?"

Luo Bai recalled a sentence written in "Basic History" and felt a surge of emotion.

As beings that attempt to reveal and purify the evils of the world, whenever they release others from the shackles of sin, their own hands inevitably become stained with new sins.

Meanwhile, four men in brown trench coats in a dark corner were keeping a close eye on Luo Bai and Yi Lan.

As they were about to walk forward, they were stopped by a figure in deep red.

"You four look a bit unfamiliar," the dancer in red giggled seductively.

It seemed to captivate the soul and make the world pale in comparison.

She removed her veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that looked like it had been customized.

“Red…Red Leaf…” The four men in brown robes twitched involuntarily, a hint of surprise rising in their hearts, a wicked lewd smile playing on their lips.

"You...how did you get out here...?"

Every part of their bodies revealed the uncontrollable physiological reaction of men in the face of beautiful women; their breathing became increasingly rapid, and their eyes revealed greed and desire.

With a charming smile, the red leaves said, "I'm so bored in my cage, I'm coming out for a stroll."

"You look unfamiliar."

"Are you a new friend?"

“Yes…yes…” One of them looked at Hongye, his throat bobbing involuntarily, clearly captivated by her charm, and a hint of nervousness in his voice, “Let’s go over there and have a proper talk…”

"How about four of us together? It'll be more lively, haha..."

A wanton and dreamlike voice echoed in the corner.

"Of course!" Hongye exclaimed happily.

Three minutes later.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A red leaf, like a ghost, drifted down onto three silent corpses, its cold silhouette intertwining with the surrounding darkness to create an eerie scene.

She gripped the collar of the last surviving man in brown, pulling hard to force him to look her in the eye. She brandished a gleaming dagger, its cold light sending chills down her spine.

"Hey friend, which fortress are you from?"

Hongye asked abruptly, her tone laced with a hint of mockery and sarcasm.

"Are you going to tell me or not! If you don't, I'll..."

"Uh--"

Before Hongye could finish speaking, the man in brown painfully vomited a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in struggle, his hands flailing wildly as if he wanted to speak but was unable to utter a sound.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Hongye pulled the dagger out of the man's throat.

With something stuck in someone's throat like that, it really doesn't seem like they can answer questions.

The moment the dagger was drawn, a spurt of blood gushed from the wound, and a strong smell of rust filled the air.

"Ugh—" The man in brown let out an even more shrill cry amidst the excruciating pain and blood loss, his body trembling convulsively, his life force rapidly fading away like a receding tide.