Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499: Chapter 499: Doesn’t Look Like a Good Person

The Vampire’s Curse was flattened by one reflected shot. Feeling his life ebb away, it was as if all strength were leaving his body; his limbs turned boneless, and he collapsed, unable to muster even a shred of force.

A total loss.

Yet it didn’t feel like losing a normal Duel.

He could now see that from the start, the opponent’s Deck had no plan to square up head-on. Amazoness Swords Woman, Reflect Bounder—those small fries were one thing. But even the ace-level boss of the Deck turned out to be a thing like that.

A Level 10 boss!

This was his first time ever seeing a Level 10 boss, and likely the last. And yet both its art and ability were nothing like the Level 10 boss he’d always fantasized about.

A Level 10 that turtles—can you believe it?

Of course, if Kira heard that, he’d just laugh.

We’re barely getting started.

Oh, honest folks from another world—get hit with an Amazoness Swords Woman and a Yubel a couple times and you’re already about to lose it.

If someday you hear there’s a Deck called "Mikanko," won’t you just vomit three liters of blood and drop dead on the spot?

Let’s just say "degenerate/burn/reflect" play didn’t spring up out of nowhere in some era; throughout the long history of Yu-Gi-Oh it’s never gone extinct. As the game sped up and top-tier Decks got stronger, the degenerates evolved right along with them and always kept a seat at the table.

The meta’s boards get faster and flashier; the degenerates’ lockdown grows by the day. Any era, they’re always there.

The vampire’s worldview began to wobble.

The only Level 10 big-shot he ever met in life is a 0 ATK turtler, and he couldn’t help wondering—could it be that his understanding of Dueling had always been wrong?

Could it be that real masters’ Duels are, in principle, entirely different from the pecking battles of us low-tier spirits?

Maybe a Duel is supposed to be like this...

The more he thought, the more it seemed plausible. Looking back, the opponent had crushed not just the board but his mind, eroding his mental defenses until he grew more irritable the longer it went. In hindsight, that’s also an excellent psychological tactic.

A pity he seemed to have reached his limit. At life’s end he’d glimpsed the true higher art of cards—only to stop here.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. It seems I can’t fight to the end for you..."

The vampire slowly closed his eyes.

Then realized something.

Wait—why am I not dead yet?

In the spirit realm, these are battles of life and death. When your LP hits zero, your real life ends. He should be gone already—

He opened his eyes to see Kira walking up calmly. Kira wore an ominous pendant, black miasma coiling off him, radiating a sinister yet imperious kingly air that made one avert their eyes.

"You’re not going to kill me?"

the Vampire’s Curse asked in a low voice.

"We’re not the Supreme King’s army. If anything, we might even be on the same side."

Kira came to stand over him and smiled gently.

"We’re on our way to the Supreme King’s citadel to make trouble for him."

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