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

Food is not the top priority, but it is still important.

“No weapons…” I murmured in disappointment as I flipped over another steel plate.

Weapons seem to be more important than food.

It was getting dark, and night was about to fall.

I heard the low growl of a wild beast.

Not far away, a rat was being bitten by a snake, making a squeaking sound and struggling incessantly.

A crow perched on the highest point of the garbage heap.

Its head twitched from side to side, as if searching for a decaying corpse.

I gripped my only weapon—a rusty steel pipe—and continued onward.

If they can't find fire, a knife, or a gun, an eight-year-old child might not survive the night.

"Clang—"

As evening fell, the abandoned pile loosened, producing a crisp sound.

I gripped the steel pipe tightly, becoming extremely vigilant, and stared straight ahead.

"Waaah—"

A child's innocent cry rang out from the loosened pile of waste.

"Humans?" I muttered to myself.

The voice didn't sound like a wild beast, but rather like a small child.

I looked around cautiously and moved forward step by step.

"Waaah—"

The crying grew louder and louder.

I finally arrived at the pile of abandoned buildings and moved aside the trash blocking my way.

A one-meter-long culture jar came into view.

Inside was a little girl?

About six or seven years old.

"Waaah—"

Out of some kind of instinct, she closed her eyes and banged her head against the side of the jar while wailing loudly.

The glass jar was marked with four numbers: 0325

"Bam—"

The little girl slammed her head against the glass jar, shattering the serial number, and her little head popped out.

His forehead was red.

"Waaah—"

The crying earlier was some kind of instinct.

She cried afterwards.

It looks like... it hurt a lot.

Chapter 307 Encounter (Part 2)

"Waaah—"

In the desolate wasteland, the little girl's shrill cries continued to echo, as if awakening some unknown fear. Her body trembled, and endless tears of terror flowed from her eyes.

Suddenly, a low howl came from afar, followed by the frenzied running and roaring of ferocious beasts, and the darkness around the abandoned heap became even thicker and more oppressive.

"Don't cry!" I shouted anxiously.

The cries of a young girl are the most delicious appetizer for wild beasts.

"Waaah—"

The harsher I was with her, the louder she cried.

Six- or seven-year-old children are very sensitive to malice.

Snakes and ferocious beasts approached silently, their eyes gleaming with a menacing light, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

I could clearly hear my heart pounding.

I swayed my gaze from side to side, and stopped after taking only two steps.

They were caught in an unprecedented state of hesitation.

If you let her go now and use her as bait, she can still escape. If you wait any longer...

"I can't even take care of myself..."

I murmured a few words, turned around, and looked around.

Behind me came the helpless cries of a little girl, mixed with the roars of wild animals…

After much deliberation, I lifted my feet and prepared to escape alone.

Just then.

The crying behind me stopped abruptly, and a small hand tugged at the hem of my clothes.

The little girl reached out from the broken glass jar, grabbed my clothes, and sobbed, but didn't cry out loud.

turn out to be--

I snapped at her, "Stop crying!"

She really doesn't cry.

"Ah... um..."

The little girl opened her mouth slightly and made an unintelligible humming sound.

But I know very well that this means "take me away".

Time seemed to stand still. Our eyes met, and we exchanged unspoken emotions.

After a brief silence.

"What a garbage world..." I muttered softly, gripping the steel pipe tightly in my hand and smashing it violently against the culture tank.

"Clang—"

The crisp sound of impact echoed through the wasteland, as if it were a silent protest against this wasteland world.

"go!"

I shouted loudly and pulled her out of the culture tank.

"Mmm!" she hummed softly, her eyes sparkling.

A whooshing sound came from behind.

As if by reflex, I swung the steel pipe and smashed it backward and upward.

A flock of ferocious vultures swooped down, emitting piercing cries. The steel pipes clashed and collided with their sharp talons, creating sparks in the dark night sky and knocking down a few feathers.

"what--"

The little girl hid behind me and screamed in terror.

The ferocious vulture flapped its wings and circled back into the air, its eyes gleaming with a menacing light, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The deep roars of unknown beasts echoed all around.

"This way!"

I grabbed her hand and said loudly.

"Shh-"

A wolf (1200/800) charged at me, baring its chilling fangs and letting out a hoarse growl, staring intently at us as it approached step by step.

"hiss--"

The sound of the snake's tongue grew louder and louder, and the green shadows appeared and disappeared.

Countless [Demon Snakes, 700/600] crawled out from dark corners such as abandoned piles and bushes.

Vultures circled all around, emitting piercing cries.

"Hold on tight to me." I released her hand and whispered.

Her eyes were tightly closed, she tried to hold back her tears, and she trembled as she clutched the hem of my clothes.

"Splash—"

The horde of wild beasts swarmed forward.

In a flash, I pulled out and shattered the only magic card, [Next Generation Controller, 1400/1200].

Sprinkle a special yellow powder on your back.

Then he swung the steel pipe in his hand and hit the attacking vulture.

The Next Generation Controller blocked the wolf's (1200/800) pounce, and the yellow powder blocked the demon snake's attack.

"run!"

I grabbed her hand and, while my body was covered in yellow powder, rushed toward the swarm of snakes.

"what--"

The little girl, with her bare feet, stepped on the smooth, cold [Demon Snake], and jumped up, making a sharp, explosive sound.

She seems to be very afraid of snakes.

"Run!" I shouted, grabbing the panicked little girl.

He practically dragged her along as they ran.