The card player needs to win easily

"Release two monsters and deal damage equal to the attack power of this card!"

"After that, I can destroy all the cards on your field!"

"This is—an attack from the God Card!"

"The effect of "Sun God's Winged Dragon" is activated!"

Dark Malik can only chain effects.

"Reduce this card's attack and defense to 0, and I restore the same amount of life points as this card's attack!"

"[Fusion Release]!"

Dark Malik LP: 1200-7400

"Process the effects of "Obelix's Giant God Soldier"!"

"Divine Fist Crushing Blow!!!"

The sun god temporarily hid his figure.

But that was all——the "Obelix's Giant God Soldier", chasing the sun like Kuafu, struck out with a punch.

The immortal bird suddenly turned into a wisp of fire and dissipated.

Dark Malik LP: 7400-3400

"Enter the combat stage!"

"The attack of the 'Obelix's Giant God'—"

The Siren raised her fist.

It was quite ordinary, and with most of its body missing, it looked a little funny raising its fist - but An Malik saw the shadow of the blue giant behind it.

"Boom!!!"

"what happened!?"

The entire duel tower seemed to shake violently for a moment.

Everyone looked around in horror - but found nothing strange happening.

Only Dark Malik and the two people who could see the duel from the audience knew what happened—

A fist, with a hint of gunpowder smoke, stopped beside An Malik's left ear.

There seemed to be a flash of electricity between the two people, and the blood that flowed out from the scratches evaporated almost instantly.

The shock wave that erupted and spread in the air was the truth behind the vibration of the Duel Tower.

"It turned out to have spread so far—what a shame, we were too cautious."

"Obelix's Giant God" is a card that possesses true power and is the host of gods.

This power, carried by the Dark Game, was attached to the Siren—and finally erupted in this attack declaration.

Blowing the smoke off her fist, Siren returned to the duel area.

"...Due to the effect of "Cybertronic Turtle", this card is removed from the Graveyard, ending the Battle Phase."

"What a lucky guy..."

The Siren spat in dissatisfaction.

"You damn thing!!!"

An Malik, who had been on the brink of crisis, had veins bulging on his face.

"I'm going to kill you... I'm definitely going to kill you!"

"On the next turn, use 'Apollo Winged Dragon'...!"

"Click."

"Tread, tread, tread, tread."

First there was the sound of the elevator door closing.

Then, the sound of light but firm footsteps began.

These footsteps were like the tolling of a death knell—perhaps the people present didn't know who was behind them, but for An Malik, these footsteps were so familiar that they were etched into his instinctive reaction.

"Master Malik...you absolutely cannot make another big mistake!"

In her hand she held a pair of golden jewellery.

At this moment, the man with unknown spells carved all over his face walked onto the Duel Tower.

Dark Malik turned his head mechanically and stiffly, looking to the side.

"You haunted... Lishid...!"

Duel City Part 2: Chapter 122: The Beginning of the End

"I return [Refined Fusion] to the deck and draw a card from it."

"And so, the round ends."

While Lishid was still standing, Siren completed her operation and ended the round.

Lishid took a deep breath, stood up and looked at the current An Malik.

"Lord Malik..."

"Shut up! Do you think I'm that pitiful main personality—"

Covering one eye, An Malik pointed the thousand-year-old tin staff at the audience angrily.

"Lishide! Get out of here!"

A shock wave spread out from the Eye of Truth of the Millennium Scepter.

But... Lishid raised his hand.

The golden jewelry that he had been holding in his hand emitted light, dissipating the impact.

"Thousand-year-old jewelry!? ...As expected, you didn't become the target of the wrath of the "Sun God Ra" at that time because of my sister's thousand-year-old jewelry--"

"Master Malik... please stop."

Lishid wasn't talking to himself just now.

Yamalik suddenly realized this.

At the same time, a feeling of rejection coming from deep within his brain forced him to stop thinking and cover his right eye.

"Are you the...fake Malik?"

Yami Yugi, who was standing nearby, watched Lishid, who had just staggered up from the bottom of the tower.

"...Pharaoh, please allow me to address you as such."

"Our original purpose was to avenge you and free ourselves from a thousand-year mission."

He looked towards his previous duel opponent, Yami Yugi.

Lishid took a deep breath and steadied himself.

"But all this is meaningless."

"A thousand years of grudges may have nothing to do with the present world."

"Pharaoh—you, being called that, don't seem to know anything."

Yami Yugi gave an expression that said, "Who would understand this?"

To be honest, apart from knowing from Isis that he seemed to be the pharaoh of ancient Egypt, he didn't know anything else at all.

Yami Yugi's sense of identity as the Pharaoh is not as strong as his sense of identity as another personality of "Yugi Muto".

Rather, he came to Duel City partly because he wanted to fight against powerful duelists, and partly because of human curiosity—he really wanted to know what the memories he had lost were.

"Ugh……"

After confirming what he thought, Lishid looked at An Malik again.

"Master Malik, please wake up."

"Our goal was wrong from the beginning."

"Revenge on the Pharaoh is meaningless—he has no memory of the Grave Keepers, and our suffering is not due to him as he is now."

"and……"

Lishid paused.

"Master Malik, your father did not die because of the Pharaoh—"

"I found out about this kind of thing after I entered the darkness..."

Yamalik watched in horror as his mouth began to move uncontrollably.

He quickly pressed his chin with his hand.

“——How is it possible!”

"You——Why are you still able to control your body!?"

"Lishid... Yes! As long as Lishid dies again——"

Aim the Millennium Staff at Lishid again to gather energy.

"Do you really think... you can do this?"

Liva, who had already walked behind Lishid during the conversation, spoke.

She held a few cards tightly in her hand, intimidating An Malik who was about to take action.

"...Master Malik, please stop now before we go too far."

"Exceed... I've already exceeded what I should have, haven't I...?"

Yamalik tried to cover his mouth - but it was no use.

"My sins are undeniable... patricide, Gulus, revenge, all of this was started by me."

"Siren... As a victim of the dark game initiated by my other personality, I have no complaints even if you pierce my heart."

When Malik watched Dark Malik completely take away his body and fell into darkness, he obtained the truth about the reason for his revenge for many years from the memory of his other personality.

The so-called pharaoh killed his own father is pure nonsense.

Therefore, for so many years, Malik, who founded the Gurus Group, was doing something meaningless.

"Lord Malik...!"

"Spectators outside the arena cannot verbally influence the duelists!"

Isono looked at the noisy crowd on and off the stage and finally decided to intervene.

"It's hard for me to control my body anymore—"

Malik's right eye looked at the Siren who was dueling with him.

"His hand is 'Winged Cotton'."

With the last words, the real Malik declares his position.

"...!"

Having regained control, An Malik widened his eyes and looked at the cards in his hand.

“Asshole…Asshole!!!”

"Have you finished talking?"

Siren looked at An Malik with the eyes of a dead person.

His hand for a comeback was exposed - although Siren didn't really need it, the duel was over.

"Pay half your basic points and remove the "Transaction Rollback" from my graveyard!"

Siren LP: 5000-2500

"Targeting "Crimson Lotus's Designee"—I show you my hand, "The Little Mermaid of the Pearly Tearful Lament Tribe," and I'll show you all the cards in your hand!"