"You’re not going to seal us?"
The Wicked Gods were surprised.
"Seal you, and then what?" Kira shrugged. "In a few years, or ten, or a hundred, you’ll return? Then the next duelist steps up and repeats today’s cycle?"
The Wicked Gods fell silent.
Wasn’t it always this way?
They couldn’t remember when or how they were born. But as far back as they could recall, it was always the same.
They awoke, caused panic. Then a hero or king would step forward.
Sometimes they won, but even then it was temporary. For every fallen hero, another would arise, and another, and another, until they were sealed again.
They were Wicked Gods. Every time they revived, there was fear and disaster, then sealing. An endless cycle they could never escape.
But this person didn’t seem to want to follow the script.
Where did his courage come from?
Was he not afraid of being swallowed by this evil power? Was he not afraid of being consumed by darkness?
After a moment, The Wicked Eraser couldn’t help but ask,
"If you don’t seal us, aren’t you afraid of being consumed by the darkness?"
The Wicked Gods were infamous. When freed, even if they did nothing, just existing would spread fear and despair.
Not to mention, they were said to be skilled at tempting hearts, amplifying the darkness within duelists. Even the smallest trace of evil would be detected and magnified, sprouting into a tide of darkness.
Because they were the Wicked Gods. It was their specialty.
"It doesn’t matter," Kira shrugged. "If you want to manipulate me, be my guest. But as long as you haven’t succeeded—"
He smiled.
"Until then, you’ll have to work for me. Deal?"
The Wicked Gods: ...
Kira seemed to be asking for their opinion, but they knew full well—in this situation, they had no choice.
Defeated, in their own domain, their field shattered. Even as Wicked Gods, they were still Duel Monsters. Losing so badly in a Shadow Duel, how could they refuse?
Kira put away the three Wicked God cards and slowly walked out of the darkness. As he emerged, the dense black sphere also dissipated.
Kaiba, arms still crossed, stared at Kira for a moment. "The Wicked Gods—taken care of?"
Kira replied, "More or less."
Kaiba nodded, smirking. "Interesting. Then master this new power quickly. You and I are due for another duel soon, Ki↑Ra↓."
With that, he spun on his heel, coat billowing.
"I’ll be waiting. Don’t disappoint me."
Kira: ...

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