Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 1070

Chapter 1070: Chapter 1070 – Execution Duel

"You’re thinking ’what’s the point?’ aren’t you?" Kira smiled.

Mr. Armstrong frowned. "Even with raised ATK, such a small fry monster..."

"In the world of duel monsters, there are no unnecessary monsters—just as in this world, there are no unnecessary people." Kira said quietly. "We may be rich or poor, but dignity should have no hierarchy."

Stirred by these words, the prisoners all around the courtyard were moved.

In truth, not all of them here were true criminals. Many, like Yusei, were imprisoned because of their low birth—caught simply for entering the wealthy district, forbidden to them.

Many more were innocent but had nowhere to appeal to, their suffering ignored.

They were like pebbles by the road, used to being overlooked. This was the first time someone had spoken up for them—even if it was just empty words for show.

And the one saying it was the head of the Sector Security.

Mr. Armstrong blinked, opened his mouth, utterly confused—at a loss for words.

Did the Director eat something strange today...?

Kira continued, "Now, the monster you see as a ’small fry’ will teach you that lesson.

Woodland Sprite’s monster effect: by sending an Equip Card equipped to it to the graveyard, inflict 500 damage to your opponent!"

Mr. Armstrong: "!!!"

Nani?! 500 damage—that’s...

[Mr. Armstrong – LP 500]

The Warden’s face turned ashen, staring in shock at the insignificant little Woodland Sprite.

How could it be...

I’m about to be OTK’d by...

...by a useless, bottom-tier monster?

But before he could even protest, Kira continued coldly:

"Chain activation—set Trap Card ’Gift Card’.

Restore 3000 LP to the opponent."

[Mr. Armstrong – LP 500 → 3500]

Mr. Armstrong: "???"

Spectators: "???"

Why the hell... cure your opponent’s LP?!

"AAAHH—!"

[Mr. Armstrong – LP 3500 → 3000]

Mr. Armstrong was shocked by electricity again, shuddering and panting, kneeling on one knee—yet staring at Director Goodwin with a new, odd expression.

Why...?

"I’ve heard about you, Mr. Armstrong," Kira said coolly. "I’ve heard you often abuse your position, subjecting your prisoners to unauthorized violence.

That doesn’t match protocol, does it?"

Mr. Armstrong twitched, a mix of fear and confusion in his eyes.

To him, wasn’t this all normal?

Yes, much he did was against regulations, but regulations were just empty words. For years, everyone accepted that social class was set; nobody cared. Human rights were just a slogan; no one took them seriously. Rules said one thing—but in this city, everyone believed birth determined status, and accepted it as normal.

District citizens looked down on Satellite dwellers; top-tier tycoons despised wage slaves. Everyone accepted this without shame.

Yet now, the Director himself was accusing him of violating human rights?

Mr. Armstrong was dumbfounded, at a loss for words.

"And so, in view of all your past violations," Kira said, with a mysterious smile,

"—You can consider this duel your punishment."

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