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

This is the sentence I hear most often, and I often ask myself the same question.

What use am I?

I shouldn't have been born into this world.

They're right, I'm a jinx who caused my own mother to get asthma.

But every time I ask my mother, "Why did you give birth to me?"

She would always smile slightly, gently stroke my head, and say softly, "The moon in Nanyang Yue is the moon in Bian Yuelong."

Bestowing a name is a tradition in Nanyang families, embodying the parents' wishes for their children.

"A girl can be as beautiful as the moon."

"A boy can be as calm as the moon."

My mother said a lot, but I didn't understand much at the time. I only remember one sentence: "The moon in Nanyang is the moon in Bian Yuelong."

When I was six years old, the anti-beast front collapsed, causing a considerable disaster.

This often happens because Bian Yuelong doesn't have any epic cards stationed with him.

My twelve-year-old brother, Nanyang Yi, looked at the crumbling city walls and the corpses scattered on the ground, and roared in grief and indignation: "The sun!"

"I want to be Bian Yuelong's sun!"

The sun, radiating light and heat, shines brightly on people.

Byeongettaki means a general of the front-line army.

I never imagined that my simple-minded brother would harbor such a grand dream.

It makes one want to chime in with, "If you are the sun, then I am the moon!"

The moon has another meaning in Bian Yuelong—chief agent.

In just eight short years, my headstrong older brother actually became a major general.

I, at fourteen, also joined the frontline army as an intelligence officer.

Over the past eight years, I have discovered the secret of my body: I ​​can control my organs, bones, skin, and blood at will.

This means that as long as I have a body's data, I can become that person, and the more familiar I am with them, the more real I become.

It can also help wounds heal quickly.

Fate closed one door for me, but opened another window.

At first, I didn't know what use this ability was, except that I would occasionally transform into other people to play pranks.

For example, that fat kid from when I was a kid.

They call me a monster and a jinx all the time; I was born useless.

The time for revenge has come.

I transformed into his appearance, tore off all my clothes, and ran naked around the Intermediate Duelist Academy.

The next day, the chubby boy—no, the middle-aged chubby boy—became a sensation throughout the college.

Besides that, I can't think of any other use for this ability, and I rarely mention it to others.

I really don't want to be treated like a monster anymore.

The incident happened when I was sixteen. I was on an exploration mission with the special forces, and our target was Fort Tazna.

We underestimated Tazna's security measures, and the reconnaissance was discovered.

My cousin, Nanyang Ling, died right before my eyes while trying to save me.

The operation was a complete failure.

Filled with grief and indignation, I went to my brother, a major general, and questioned him: "What kind of mission requires such a high price!"

The older brother remained calm, as if he were used to life and death: "See for yourself."

He used his privileges to show me the parts of the task that he couldn't disclose.

Bian Yuelong's Supreme Mission: [Reclaim the Blue-Eyes White Dragon].

The mission lasted for nearly two hundred years, and the densely packed names and intelligence on it were all raw bloodshed.

at that moment.

I finally know why I was born.

I clenched my fists and said to my brother, Nanyang Yi, "I'll take on this mission. Nanyang Yue... is already dead."

The older brother paused for a moment in surprise, then closed his eyes and nodded silently.

The person who embarked on this mission is indeed dead.

The next day, the frontline army released a list of those who died in the line of duty, and Nanyang Yue was prominently listed, while Nanyang Ling was not.

That must have been the most prestigious day of my life.

Those who once despised me, who called me a jinx or a monster, have all fallen silent.

That was also the most painful day of my life.

After seeing the list of those who died in the line of duty, the mother lost control of her breathing, suffered a relapse of her asthma, and was rushed to the hospital.

Fortunately, the older brother anticipated this situation and made medical arrangements in advance.

Over the next few years, I used my physical abilities to gradually become familiar with Tazna's security and management teams.

I could enter and leave their military headquarters as easily and freely as walking through my own backyard garden.

There's a saying that's really true.

The person who knows you best is often your enemy.

Finally, with the help of my partner, Momiji, we successfully obtained that epic Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

I held the card tremblingly and embraced Hongye with excitement.

But we underestimated Tazna's defenses.

Two hundred years have allowed them to develop top-notch anti-theft awareness.

That epic Blue-Eyes White Dragon was inscribed with multiple electronic viruses.

If Ka moves a certain distance from the military headquarters, an alarm will be triggered; if he leaves Tazta, he will self-destruct on the spot, preferring to die a glorious death rather than live a life of dishonor.

The signal device on the card constantly reveals our whereabouts, and the beeping alarm is a death knell.

No matter where Hongye and I ran, the pursuers could catch up quickly.

We can't escape now.

Should we destroy it along with the card? That sounds like a good idea.

Destroying this card will end the mission that harmed countless people, bringing it to an incomplete conclusion.

Tazna will suffer a loss of combat power.

Bian Yuelong's combat strength remains unchanged.

But this isn't just a matter of fortress strength; this Blue-Eyes White Dragon is related to more than just combat power.

It's Bian Yuelong's dignity!

This card must be returned to Hen Yuelong intact.

But we were discovered, and the pursuers were right behind us.

Hongye suddenly stopped running and said to me with an inappropriate joke, "You're amazing, your wound healed so quickly."

"The phoenix rises from the ashes, just like the Flame King."

I was panting and said urgently, "Don't talk about that now, come with me. Their signal tower in the north area is malfunctioning, but it can hold out for a while..."

This is just a pointless statement that can only be used to comfort someone.

We both knew we couldn't leave.

We're going to die, but we have to think about whether to take Ka with us.

Hongye smiled, her cheeks flushed slightly, like autumn maple leaves: "Actually... I do resemble the Queen of Yan quite a bit, don't I...?"

She was so beautiful at that moment.

I was stunned and nodded unconsciously.

She smiled happily, as if she had received some kind of promise.

The wish I secretly harbored was fulfilled in a small way.

She stared straight at me, a look I couldn't understand.

Suddenly, she pulled out a dagger and plunged it into her chest, splattering bright red blood.

"You..." I was so frightened that I stammered.

Hongye grabbed my hand, gripped the hilt of the knife, and pressed her palm print onto it.

She hugged my neck tightly, rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "Become like them...and live on..."

"Send the card...home."

Chapter 681 My Name is Nanyang Yue (Part 2)

In order to survive, I transformed into the appearance of an enemy and personally killed Momiji.

I handed in the card and received a first-class merit award from the enemy.

From then on, no one doubted my identity.

The mission failed again.

I don't know how I feel. I went back to Bian Yuelong like a dog.

Nanyang Yi, as if possessed, lunged at me, grabbed my collar, and roared, "Where's Hongye!"

He's probably gone mad.