The card player needs to win easily

"..."

Peacock Dance turned her head suddenly and looked at the man.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to pull off the robe of the person in front of her—but she found that the person in front of her had slipped behind her in a movement that she could not see clearly at all.

"...Why do you know Jonouchi?"

Peacock Dance gritted her teeth and looked at the face hidden by the hood.

She could vaguely see the colors green and blue flowing where the eyes should be.

"Why do you think I don't know Jonouchi? Peacock Dance."

"Standing around such a famous person, his light will radiate along with those people...but you are different."

"You guy..."

Peacock Dance wanted to say something - but was interrupted by the person in front of her.

"Take a good look at where you are standing now—poor you, thousands of miles away, can only communicate with them through a weak string of electromagnetic waves."

"As you are now, you will never be able to reach the heights of the people you dream of and the ones you have come into contact with."

"That's enough! Shut up!"

She wanted to raise her fist and punch the man hard - but found that the other party raised his arm.

On top of it hung a strangely shaped, but still recognizable, duel disk.

"Don't believe it? Then, come and duel with me and see how weak you really are—"

Peacock Dance originally wanted to refuse.

However, in anger and a certain unwillingness, she raised her right hand and placed the duel disk on it.

"Then, I was completely defeated."

Peacock Dance calmly stated the result of the duel.

"Is this why you joined this organization?"

Siren looked at Peacock Dance with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with determination.

She didn't expect that even Dazi would come out to recruit people - wouldn't this be a bit cheap?

"That's right, you certainly wouldn't understand, Siren."

"With such strength, you can't understand my thoughts... Only in a duel like this can my strength rise - Jonouchi."

Peacock Dance held up a finger.

Slowly, pointing at the shocked Jonouchi.

"dance……?"

"If it's you, you should understand my thoughts."

"Even if that's the case, it's not the reason why you joined this terrorist organization..."

"Yes, that's not the only reason."

The corner of Peacock Dance's mouth...curled into a smile?

"And you, Jonouchi."

"me?"

Jonouchi looked around and pointed at himself.

"What's wrong with me?"

"It's you, Jonouchi—come join Doma with me."

"what!?"

After hearing Peacock Dance's request, Jonouchi shook his head violently.

"No way! Who would get involved with a terrorist organization like this?! Listen to me, Miss Mai, you should also withdraw from this organization as soon as possible--"

"That's it."

The green pendant on Peacock Dancer's chest suddenly lit up.

A green hexagram suddenly appeared from under her body and expanded at lightning speed, enveloping her and the city.

"What……!?"

"Ah, it's too late."

Shaking her head regretfully, she didn't have time to start the dark game.

However, with three copies of the purple-haired girl's special "Orichalcum Barrier" in Jonouchi's deck, Siren wasn't too worried. She turned and glanced at the purple-haired girl.

The other party was staring at the unfolded green hexagram with glowing eyes, muttering something.

"...Hehe, lovers, start fighting! Hurry up and start fighting! If you don't see this gravity field, it's not worth the price of admission!"

"what?"

Using this body... in Siren's opinion, it really feels like déjà vu.

"I want to see rivers of blood—"

"Jounouchi, this is a specially made 'Orichalcum Barrier'."

Peacock Dance stood on the opposite side of the barrier and narrated calmly.

"This is what they gave me as payment for defeating Bekas."

"The soul captured by this barrier will not be offered to the gods—but will be controlled by the victor."

"What……!?"

Jonouchi took a few steps back and bumped into the green wall.

"Come, let's begin this duel—and bet your soul on it, Jonouchi."

"I am sure that I have acquired the strength to rival yours."

PS: Alas, I almost became the second best in the world, but unfortunately lost to the Thunder King

PS2: G2 in the final of the Tenkaichi Budokai was so cool. He ate the meteorite holy spear and used the star stealer to top G and beat Leihuo to death. Super metal, so cool

PS3: I unilaterally declare that my own music is the third best in the world

PS4: I hope Anaconda will be released from prison one day

Doma: Chapter 163: Phantom Fusion

Today, the hero returns to his loyal settlement.

It’s not quite accurate to call it a settlement - an organization of this size is already worthy of being called a “city”.

Humans, elves, orcs... any intelligent group can be seen in this place - originally, this would never happen between worlds forced to isolate due to external threats.

However, it is precisely because they have accomplished the feat of uniting all intelligent life in the world that they can be called heroes.

The "machine bugs" that were everywhere on the earth, searching for traces of life and destroying them, have now lost their threat and even become aids in construction and development. This is what the hero has done.

This land has become a meeting point for all the world's peoples—all thanks to one young man.

"Mr. Oram! Welcome back!"

"Ah."

Smiling and greeting the people who came around, Oram walked into the city gate - with his dragon and a cloaked man whose face could not be seen.

"Who is this?"

"A friend from afar."

Looking at the figure wrapped in cloth behind him, Oram shook his head and explained to people implicitly - however, perhaps because this kind of thing was too common, people made way for their hero with admiration.

Oram waved his hand, signaling the crowd to disperse.

As he and Liva walked towards a deserted path, the smile on his face faded.

"You are amazing, Oo-sensei."

"Da'ao...what?"

Oram looked at Liva, who was wrapped in a cloak, with some confusion.

"Ahem... Anyway, boy, you're pretty impressive, huh?"

Even just looking at the city, Liva couldn't help but admire Oram's ability.

(It's like a classic medieval-style otherworldly town, both in terms of people and buildings.)

Liva originally thought that the organization established by Oram was probably just a small team - she actually didn't expect it to be so large in scale.

However, it makes sense when you think about it - how can a plan to save the world be without strong support?

"It's not easy to unite people to this extent, young man."

"No, I'm not enough, not enough..."

Looking at the strands of purple hair falling from the black cloth, he shook his head and threw the overlapping shadows out of his mind.

If they had enough abilities, it wouldn't just be him and Imduk standing here resisting the "Great Darkness" - even if she just made a random guess, Liva could guess what the other party was thinking.

So, she decided to walk forward and patted Oram's shoulder.

"I think I know what you're thinking—there's no need to be like this. You've already tried very hard."

"..."

Oram covered his face.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Liva tilted her head.

"...You go to the western sacred tree station first, under the tallest tree house. I'll be there soon."

"Well?"

He looked in the direction Oram pointed.

Not far away, a thick giant tree rises from the ground between the houses, which is very conspicuous.

"Well, let me get familiar with this place."

Liva nodded.

The hem of the cloak swept past Oram's eyes and disappeared.

"……Ugh."

He had been trying not to look at the emerald eyes beneath the cloak—the robe had been the other person's suggestion, so that Oram wouldn't confuse her with the person he remembered.

Oram touched the furry head of the guardian dragon beside his hand.

"Until the very last moment, I will use the power of my own world to act... I'm sorry."

He rejected the purple-haired girl's proposal - even when fighting against an enemy trying to master the "great darkness", the more people's strength one relies on, the greater the possibility of success.

Oram found it hard to accept that the purple-haired girl should fight against the "great darkness"... The very fact that he had been proposed with the appearance of his childhood friend was stressful enough for him.

(…Then treat me as an ordinary traveler, young man, if that’s too hard for you to accept.”)

Thinking back to the purple-haired girl with a regretful expression not long ago, Oram slapped his forehead again, trying to calm his mind.

"Calm down, Oram... They're not the same person. There's no need to overthink things."

The guardian dragon beside him rubbed Oram's cheek, and they stood together silently by the roadside.

After a long time, he finally stood up and looked at the sky.

"...Let's go, Imduk."

"Maybe I should take some time to look for information about parallel worlds."

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"Huh!? Wu, what are you talking about——"