[Durmund, LP 4000 → LP 0]
The main cannon of the Death Star struck the Spellcaster's body directly. His whole body's holy aura completely faded, and he was blasted high into the air in the stream of light, like a feather floating lightly.
When he hit the ground, he had already reverted to his original form as the Reaper of Prophecy, and the scythe that was originally slung behind his back had disappeared. He rolled awkwardly on the ground.
Ramor lay limply on the ground. Initially, there was intense pain, but soon he couldn't even feel the pain anymore.
He stared blankly at the sky, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
It feels like he played a card game, but it also feels like he didn't...
He dominated for a lifetime, defeated adversaries across the Twelfth Dimension, and encountered many strong opponents. He even swore loyalty to the Supreme King—back when he had fought against the Supreme King, he had sincerely admired the strength of the Supreme King...
...But that didn't mean he couldn't even play a single card!
The summary of this duel comes down to two words: suffocated.
It was a kind of frustration of having all the strength with nowhere to use it, not so much a card game as being a punching bag.
Things like the Royal Decree, Anti-Spell Fragrance, Cursed Seal of the Forbidden Spell, and the Death Star, which could be considered the ultimate weapon against Magic, and even worse, there was the Eradicator Epidemic Virus that could blow up all your Magic Cards in three turns…
He realized that this Duel King from the start didn't bloody intend to have a fair card game with him!
All the myriad emotions condensed into one sentence—
—This simply wasn't a duel!
But no matter how much he complained, the fact remained that he lost, and completely at that. This was the most powerless hand he had ever played in his life, it felt like Youyu had set up layer upon layer of blockade against him.
From the very start of the duel, he was already at the heart of the encirclement. He gritted his teeth to break through the first net, only to find a second one behind it. After using all his strength to break through the second, there was a third one waiting. Even after bursting through the third, there was a fourth...
Ramor had no doubt, even if he managed to break through the fourth, fifth layers, this shameless Duel King surely had more blockades arranged and waiting for him.
He felt like a moth trapped in the center of a web, struggling desperately, only to make the net tighten more and more. There was no hope at all.
Ramor let out a deep sigh.
He had roamed freely his whole life, fighting through countless dangerous dimensions under the Supreme King's guidance, never expecting to meet his end in such a seemingly tranquil and peaceful world.
Watching as the King in the distance slowly approached, the exhausted Ramor was too tired to struggle, only wishing for a swift end...
However, what he didn't expect was that this Duel King surprisingly didn't follow the customs of the dimension he came from and mercilessly finish him off.
Rather than taking his life, this King seemed more interested in...
...his Card Deck?
Feeling the card deck being swiftly snatched from his hands, Ramor, who had already resigned himself to death, found his face turning dark.
My Spellbook Deck...
They were painstakingly researched and printed one by one through my hard work, day after day...
Especially when he thought about the Forbidden Book, "Spellbook of Judgment," which he had acquired at great cost, now suddenly turned into someone else's card, it really made his heart bleed...
A man ready for his last breath was suddenly filled with the thought of "fighting to the last" and wanted to risk his life against this shameless Duel King.
But now, he was already half-dead and had no capital to fight with.
So he had no choice but to suppress his anger and close his eyes, waiting for the opponent to deal the final blow.
After all, he had no rescue after losing the life gamble; a few seconds more or less alive made little difference. Having his card deck taken was something he could endure, as he was going to lose his life soon anyway.
Yet, after waiting patiently for a while, it seemed that guy still had no intention of making a move and instead was...
...studying his Duel Disc!?
Ramor finally couldn't take it anymore, opened his eyes, and asked, suppressing his anger: "What are you doing?"
"This Duel Disc of yours, it doesn't come off." Youyu said curiously, "This thing is quite good quality, but how do you take it apart? I can't even find a clasp..."
Ramor: "..."
More absolute was that the Dark Magician Girl appeared at this moment: "Master, this is a magic-sided Duel Disc. You can't open it with ordinary means. Let me help you!"
As she spoke, she began waving her small magic staff, chanting spells.
Ramor: "......"
However, whether due to her lack of skill or she simply had it wrong, there was no response after chanting for a long time. The girl scratched her golden little head in confusion: "Strange, it should have worked..."
Thinking for a moment, she hesitantly looked at Youyu: "Master, it doesn't seem very effective. Why don't I try a few others?"
Youyu stroked his chin and nodded: "Mm, if you've got an idea, give it a try. There's no harm..."
Already resigned to death, Ramor shivered upon hearing this.
No!
He quickly released the fasteners and took off the Duel Disc from his hand.
Fine! You can have my Duel Disc, okay?
The back-and-forth of the master and servant truly made him shudder internally...
Death was not something he feared. In their world, dying in battle due to being outmatched was quite normal, and many Warriors even considered it an honor.
But this not-so-bright-looking girl made him wonder what she might try next. Heaven knows what kind of horrible outcome she might bring about. What if she accidentally left him missing an arm or a leg—or worse, the one leg he absolutely needed? That would be a painful regret, not even able to rest in peace.
Having obtained the Spellbook Deck, Youyu was in a great mood.
Many card decks he had recently collected weren't very connected to him. Many weren't exceptional, and their compatibility with him was poor.
But the Spellbook Deck was different. Spellbooks had once been the mainstream, first-class battle strength that had stood the test of real combat environments. Furthermore, the Spellbook system was closely related to the Spellcaster-Type, both having great compatibility with the Dark Magician Girl and the Black Magic Deck.
Among the many new card decks Youyu had acquired for some time, this should count as the best spoils of war.
Already feeling like a salted fish, Ramor seemed to get angrier the more he thought, finally rolling his eyes and saying coldly, "Do you think it's over just because you defeated me?
Your battle with the Cosmic light impacted the Dimensional Barrier, and all dimensions have sensed the energy of this dimension.
Now, the existence of the Supreme King has drawn everyone's attention. You don't think I'm the only one who found this place, do you?"
Youyu paused, narrowing his eyes, "What do you mean? Who else is coming?"
Ramor seemed pleased with his reaction and smiled mysteriously.
"I have only one thing to tell you," he said leisurely, "Among the four generals under the Supreme King...I'm not the strongest one."