Certainly, here's the translated text:
"...Set?" Yugi looked at Set, who launched a sneak attack from behind and swung the Millennium Rod to knock him out physically, with utter disbelief.
The countless duels spanning three thousand years between him and Kaiba, driven by fate, could this really be the truth of destiny?
Priest Set... was he a traitor seeking to usurp the throne?
The intense dizziness made him immobile, his limbs powerless. Set moved to the front, reaching to take the Millennium Pendant from around his neck.
As Set bent down, Yugi noticed his vacant stare, clean like a blank sheet of paper, with nothing inside.
Just like a puppet with strings.
Yugi instantly understood what happened and angrily turned to Aknadin: "What have you done to Set?"
"Don't worry, he's just unconscious."
The old man spoke with his back turned to him, his silhouette stretched long under the flickering firelight. Set walked forward woodenly, handing over the Millennium Pendant, which was received by the old man's outstretched, dry, stick-like hand.
Yugi noticed black lines covering the back of his hand under the robes, as if every vein rose beneath the skin, outlined clearly with ink.
"Set is my son." The old man slowly said, "You sit upon this country, enjoying supreme power and status, yet you never knew what it was exchanged for.
Equal rights for slaves and royalty? Everyone can enjoy the same power? Don't make me laugh! A king like you, how could you be qualified to inherit this country built by sacrifices of the previous generation?"
Yugi was bewildered.
He wanted to say, apart from the shocking fact "Set is my son"—which alone was shocking—he couldn't understand anything from those subsequent sentences...
But the pain in Yugi's head intensified.
More memories were resurging, like a flood breaking through a dam into his mind, carrying countless scattered fragments.
"My son Set, too, has royal blood, and he is a hundred times... no, a thousand times more qualified than you!"
Yugi struggled to keep pace. But he noticed the change in Aknadin's voice, darker and more sinister than before. From him emanated waves of powerful dark energy, unmistakably like what Yugi felt from Bakura.
Yugi suddenly understood.
This RPG Darkness Game, Bakura... actually had a pawn hidden beside me!?
"Yes, I made a contract with the darkness behind the Thief King, gaining powers that far surpass other priests!" Aknadin roared, "Your reign is over, Pharaoh! Soon this country will belong to Set!
He will become the strongest Pharaoh in history, reigning as the Guardian God of this land!"
Aknadin squinted, turning his gaze towards the girl curled up in the corner.
Set's expression was blank as he mechanically walked up to Kisara. The firelight cast his tall figure into a mountain-like shadow, enveloping the girl.
He unscrewed the handle of the Millennium Rod, revealing the sharp spike hidden within, with alchemy materials gleaming under the firelight.
"Set-sama..."
The girl shrank back, lowering her head, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall.
She wasn't planning to resist.
Kisara still remembered her first encounter with the young Set.
That was when she was very young.
Shunned by the villagers, considered heretical, starving, and bullied, her bleak life was all she ever had.
And in her youth, Set was the one who tore through the darkness, bringing the first ray of light into her life.
When she was captured by traffickers, locked in a cage, anxiously awaiting a crueler fate, Set appeared. The brave boy single-handedly rescued her from the traffickers, and since then, his shadow was imprinted in her heart.
For Kisara, that was the most precious memory in her life to date. Throughout her bleak existence, she had strived to chase the boy's silhouette from the past.
Too many people called her heretical, said she was an ominous presence, so much so that she believed it. She felt she was lowly to the bone, just roadside garbage. Yet Set was the only one willing to reach out, giving her that sole ray of light.
But now Set was a noble priest of this land, and she remained as humble as ever.
If dying at his hand meant becoming a spirit, eternally guarding by his side... there was nothing wrong with that.
In the endless darkness, he had once given her a ray of hope.
She was willing to repay him with a world illuminated by eternal light.
Set slowly raised the spike of the Millennium Rod in his hand, the cold wind stirring the torches, as if orchestrating a symphony of doom.
Yugi strained to shout Set's name loudly, Aknadin erupted in maniacal laughter, as if imagining his son ruling the world under the protection of the White Dragon...
The wind suddenly intensified, the flames in the fire pit seemed pulled by an invisible force, like scorching cannonballs hitting Set's right hand directly.
The Millennium Rod, split into two parts, was sent flying by the flames' impact, spinning and rolling away. Aknadin's laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by an angry questioning.
"Who are you!?"
Aknadin turned his head to see the green Hero floating in mid-air with arms crossed, looking down, the dragon head equipped on its arm exhaling flames, white feathers slowly falling.
Elemental Hero Flame Wingman!
Then he saw the grotesque stranger next to the Pharaoh standing at the entrance, cursing: "Damn! Aknadin, that old sly fox, made a move in the dead of night, almost got me to mission failure!"
"Yeah, if this damn mission fails, we freakin' can't reload the save!" Following close by was the local Nora Tatsu, "Missing out on rewards is secondary, but it might decrease Youyu-san's favorability!"
Everything else could be tolerated, but losing favorability couldn't be!
A few morons charged in with great momentum, summoning monsters to attack Aknadin.
Old thief! Don't think you can mess with the favorability we've painstakingly built!
"You all!" Dark Yugi had never felt so moved by these idiots.
Though their clothes were odd, and their behavior confusing, sometimes liking to spout nonsense with baffling mindsets...
... at critical moments, they unexpectedly proved reliable.
"Tch, just some riffraff, don't think you can spoil my plans!"
Aknadin was furious. With a sharp glint in his eyes, arms crossed, veins bulged on his arms below the white robe, blood surging fiercely, seeming about to burst uncontrollably.
"Ughhhhh!"
A powerful shock wave exploded centered on Aknadin! The old man's robe shredded into pieces, magic surging, darkness rampaging, pitch-black winds rapidly coursing through the confined space.
That was power far beyond the Priest Level.
This power came from...
... the Great Evil God, Sok!