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

Objectively speaking, the Underworld is a treasure trove of resources, with abundant resources such as Enna growth materials, magic cards, and fire crystals.

but--

If you come and browse around, take everything away, but leave no memory or spiritual trace behind.

Where does that leave the face of the God of the Underworld?

Come and go as you please?

Reincarnation is possible; it's essentially a transaction. A spirit goes to the underworld, and the underworld allows it to take some resources back to the mortal world.

However, at least half of the spirituality must be retained.

This isn't a matter of resources; the underworld doesn't actually lack spirituality. It's a matter of rules, a matter of the dignity of the gods.

After taking over as the Left Divine Envoy, Mickey has forgotten the past.

However, no psionic being has ever been able to ascend to the twelfth floor.

"Boss?" Shen Shen asked, looking at the dazed Mickey. "What if... what if?"

"Someone actually made it to the twelfth floor."

Will you be fired?

"What should I do then? Will I still get my salary?"

She had seen the labor contract; it was extremely harsh, and Mickey, as the manager, would even punish himself.

“I have failed the trust of Lord Hades,” Mickey said earnestly. “I will resign to take responsibility.”

"I will continue to follow up on your work until the next Right Divine Envoy appears."

He lowered his head and muttered earnestly, "Hmm... Does art even exist in this world...?"

"You'd better not go and cause trouble in the world." Shen Shen rolled his eyes at him.

The avalanche lasted for several minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

When everything finally calmed down, the entire valley was covered with thick snow, and the original paths and markings had disappeared without a trace.

Excluding buses and those taking internal routes, almost all others were wiped out.

When they arrived, there were tens of thousands of spirits, but after only half a day, less than a thousand spirits remain.

Nine thousand spirits collapsed in the first four layers and in this avalanche.

However, there were still lights beneath the snow, like fireflies flickering weakly in despair.

"Ugh... which bastard was so fast?" Melonica struggled to her feet from the snowdrift, twisting her aching shoulders and neck.

Suddenly, a pair of extremely cold hands silently pressed down on her shoulders, feeling like the touch of frost.

A sound like ice and snow shattering came from behind my ear, carrying a hint of eerie provocation.

Let me massage it for you~

Melonika shivered and jerked her neck in.

"Who!" She turned around quickly, her heart pounding in her chest.

My naughty wife

A snow woman dressed in white pressed against her face, her expression both cold and alluring.

Does it hurt?

Let me see~

The voice was like a whisper in the cold wind, carrying an irresistible allure.

Melonica's pupils slowly lost their luster and became extremely dull, as if her soul had been sucked away.

6. Please do not pat someone on the shoulder. If you feel someone patting you on the shoulder, do not turn around.

Chapter 615 Each Person's Story

Reincarnation in the Snow Mountain, fourth level, Ghost Snowfield.

Melonika and the Snow Woman locked eyes, and Melonika's eyes gradually lost focus, becoming hazy as if she were drunk.

【Giggle~】

The Snow Woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her voice as clear as an ice bell, carrying a hint of coldness and allure.

【Living beings, living beings~】

She gently raised her hand, her palm shimmering with blue light, and with a "biu," a beam of arsenic shot straight at Melonika, hitting her precisely.

Melonica stood motionless, as if she had lost all consciousness.

Fifteen seconds later, the soul duel was officially established.

"Time to harvest the crops!"

The Snow Woman smiled with satisfaction. After entering the time lock, her voice became more human-like, losing the coldness of a ghost.

"Yay! I caught a creature..."

She jumped up excitedly, like a child who had found a treasure.

Once the time lock is entered, if one side activates the duel disk and the other side does not respond, it is considered a surrender.

I'm already fantasizing about wonderful scenarios involving physical intimacy.

Living beings fear pain.

The undead crave pain.

Just as she opened the champagne ahead of time, something unexpected happened.

Melonica slowly raised her hand and softly uttered, "Duel..."

[Soul Duel Established]

The snow woman's smile froze instantly, her brows furrowing: "The bewitching effect has failed?"

She blinked her clear eyes, then smiled confidently again, "But it's okay!"

Even if they still have the will to fight, how can they fight me in this state?

Waiting for three incorrect declarations, then directly executing the rule-based elimination.

"Duel!" The Snow Woman raised her Duel Disk, full of confidence, just like Emma in Duel Links.

Just as the Snow Woman accepted the duel, Melonica, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly raised her head, revealing a meaningful smile, her eyes flashing with an astonishing spiritual light.

"You!" The snow woman exclaimed in surprise, taking a half-step back, her voice filled with disbelief, "How come you didn't..."

Melonica gave a sinister smile, her entire body radiating a deep red aura, her voice carrying the eerie quality unique to the undead: "Finally caught you."

"You're playing me?!" The Snow Woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she shouted.

High-level hunters often appear as prey.

...

Reincarnated in the Snow Mountain, fourth level, the Forest of Confusion.

In the silence following the avalanche, the little sprite [Snake Eyes Fiery Phosphorus] anxiously leaped across the snow, its tiny claws constantly digging at the thick snow.

The warm fire flickered with a worried light.

Each time it shovels snow, it stops and listens intently, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dibel's movements.

Heaven rewards those who persevere; their fervent hearts are gradually melting the accumulated snow.

"?"

Yanlin suddenly stopped moving. Its ears twitched, as if it had heard something. It gently brushed the snow off Dibel's face with its little hands, and then pressed its warm face against hers.

"Uh..."

Dibel's eyelids trembled slightly as she felt a warmth and moisture, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Did you survive...?"

Her brows were furrowed, and she was still a little disoriented, but thankfully the first thing she saw when she woke up was the familiar Yan Lin, which put her at ease.

Under the moonlight, Yanlin looked so adorable.

"Where did I get swept away..." Dibel stood up, clutching his head.

My blurry eyes scanned the surroundings; the forest was a vast expanse of darkness, both familiar and strange.

"Thankfully, it didn't rush back to the third floor."

Fortunately, they were still in the Forest of Confusion after the avalanche.

Strangely, I don't think I've ever been to this place before.

The surrounding trees were tall and twisted, their branches swaying in the night sky like ghostly claws.

Every flower and every tree seems to speak.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse tree canopy, casting dappled shadows. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, but there was no sign of life.

It was dark and covered in snow, making movement extremely difficult.

"Yanlin." Dibel clasped his hands together, making an unusually cute request, "Do me a favor."

Yanlin paused for a moment, then jumped around happily.

This feeling of being needed makes it very happy.

soon.

Yanlin was tied to a bundle of dry branches by Dibel, making it into a torch that could burn continuously.

High-quality torch ( )

Yanlin is as cute as ever today.

Even if it were used as a torch, it would still be so bright.

A lone figure with a torch walked deeper and deeper into the dim forest.