Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 1127

Chapter 1127: Chapter 1127: The Three Pure Nobles

When the Fortune Cup ended, everyone was in a daze.

Of course. Who would have expected the mere act of dueling cards would trigger such a world-altering phenomenon? A gigantic Crimson Dragon appeared above the arena mid-duel. Then suddenly, both the track and the riders vanished, a hurricane whipped up, and all was chaos.

If it was just that, it would be fine. The critical thing was—the official holographic projection in the arena also crashed. Now, everyone was truly blind; nobody had any idea how the duel was going.

Finally, the winds died down, vision returned, and the projection on the main screen reappeared. The scoreboard showed: King Jack Atlas’s Life Points were at zero.

Yusei Fudo had won.

The city’s symbol, the invincible King Jack Atlas, had lost to a challenger from Satellite. His undefeated legend broken, the King knocked from his throne.

And the critical, historic moment? It was a black screen—no one even saw what happened!

Naturally, the crowd erupted in boos. Some shouted, "Refund!" Others yelled, "What a fix! Total scam!" and accused the organizers of rigging it for Yusei.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? The system crashed right at that moment—then the invincible king lost!

Even the spiky-haired MC was sweating buckets, wiping his brow with a handkerchief, stammering: "Uh, this, ah, um..."

Until the director’s projection appeared before him, calmly asking: "What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to announce the winner? The duel is already over, isn’t it?"

"Oh—oh!"

With the director’s nod, the MC immediately recovered.

"The winner is... Yusei Fudo!"

"The legend has fallen; a new King is born! His name is—Yusei Fudo!"

"..."

Naturally, the audience and citizens were still dissatisfied, but it didn’t matter. Later, Security would upload the full duel footage to the Fortune Cup website.

But from the start, who won or lost was never the point. The Signers had awoken. The Dark Signers were ready.

The 5,000-year-old grudge between Signers and Dark Signers was about to ignite again.

...

Akiza Izinski returned to the Arcadia Movement’s tower.

Standing once again at the base, she looked up at the tall building, her heart a whirl of emotions. For years, she’d thought of this place as her only home. But today, for the first time, standing below, she didn’t feel she was home at all.

Was it because Sayer was dead?

Or because something in her own heart had changed?

As soon as she entered, there was a member of the Movement waiting for her at the door.

"We’ve been waiting a long time for you, Miss Izinski,"

Akiza frowned slightly. She didn’t know this person well: they were part of the same group, but had never spoken.

"Director Goodwin asked me to wait for you here," he said.

Akiza was startled. "You’re one of Goodwin’s men?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Since when?"

"From the very start."

He said this nonchalantly, gesturing for her to follow.

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