Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 1080

Chapter 1080: Chapter 1080 – The Death of Sayer

"What... the hell..."

Sayer’s eyes widened, and his powerless body slowly collapsed backward.

The "Malefic" deck—every time, that crazy deck just spat out one broken monster after another, as if it was all a big joke. In his mind, he had already decided this was definitely some kind of privilege abuse deck—cards Goodwin had printed thanks to his authority, just for himself.

Freaking bastard.

But even so, he had defended against everything. All of it. Nothing got through.

And yet, that bastard had immediately pulled out some sort of... Catapult Turtle!

That trashy turtle, looking totally harmless, totally like some weakling card—yet, with just a wave of its hand, so casual, it gave Sayer the darkest, most despairing experience of his whole life.

The life point counter dropped to zero. Sayer’s skin began to lose all color, fingertips becoming transparent, as if some invisible force was eating away at him. His life force slipped away like fine sand between fingers, every breath bringing searing pain.

In utter despair, he realized—he was dying.

Every cell in his body resisted his orders; his vital functions were shutting down one by one. Even the strength to scream was stripped away from him, leaving only the cold reflection of his killer’s unmoved silhouette in his pupils—a white demon, watching his end with complete indifference.

But how could he accept this?

He still had unfinished ambitions, a vision not yet realized. He’d brainwashed so many psychic duelists, so many with exceptional powers, people who could wipe out entire city blocks without effort. With just a few keywords, every one of them would obey his every word.

But all his schemes, all his years of planning—he never even got the chance to use them!

He was supposed to be the king of this new world. How could it end like this—

"GOOWIN!!!"

Sayer’s features twisted in agony, as if in a last burst of strength. With all the hatred left in him, he gathered everything for one final punch, aimed straight at Kira’s face.

But Kira didn’t dodge or even flinch. He stood there, smiling calmly, as that hatred-fueled punch came swinging in.

And then—the attack passed right through him.

Yes, right through him—Sayer had become a spirit, a ghost, unable even to touch his enemy.

With terror in his eyes, Sayer finally looked back—only to see his own corpse, kneeling quietly on the ground behind him. Without realizing it, his soul had burst from his body, and now he was nothing but a lingering phantom.

"No... No... Anything! I’ll do anything— just don’t let me die—Save me—!"

"Thanks, but that won’t be necessary." Kira narrowed his eyes, smiling gently. "No need to worry, Sayer. Whether it’s Akiza, your Arcadia Movement, or every secret you’ve collected all these years, I’ll inherit everything for you.

So just get going and rest easy."

Sayer almost spewed blood toward the sky—if a spirit could still bleed, that is.

"Goodwin!" His face twisted like a vengeful ghost. "You’ll die a horrible death!"

With that, his power finally gave out. Even his soul faded away, vanishing to nothing.

Kira calmly straightened his clothes and said to the spot where Sayer disappeared, "Thank you for your blessing, but it really isn’t necessary. He’s already died a horrible death."

Hmm.

Now that he thought of it, the two of them even died similarly. Goodwin and Sayer—both killed in their own hideouts, dying with their eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace. Maybe, if they meet in the underworld, they can sit at the same table and compare notes on being victims.

As usual, Kira picked up Sayer’s deck, giving it a quick glance.

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