Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 639

Chương 639: Chapter 639: The Prophecy

"Revolver!"

Aster shouted in fury.

He had no personal grudge with Revolver, but the string of mind games had driven his patience to the brink. Now that the real culprit finally showed himself, Aster had an outlet for all that anger—and he roared.

Revolver stood atop the maze, looking down at him from on high. Most of his face was hidden by a dark mask, yet somehow Aster could feel a faint, amused smile behind it.

"Malicious !"

Aster barked, and Malicious had already leapt forth. A Destiny HERO fist rocketed out. Revolver stood aloft without dodging. The force of the punch flapped his coat—but he did not budge. 1

The fist passed clean through. The figure turned translucent and vanished, as if it had been a mirage all along.

Aster's heart skipped. He realized his thoughts had been shaken by the illusions; agitation lingered. He'd rushed that attack.

He whirled. A door had appeared in the once-endless loop of maze walls behind him.

He hesitated, then couldn't help pushing it open. The door creaked as it swung, and he stepped through into an open vista.

The scene shifted again—outdoors, like the graveyard before. Rain poured in sheets; lightning writhed through the woods like enraged serpents.

He was a child again, gripping a large umbrella with both hands. The rain hammered down, the gale so strong it threatened to carry him off along with the umbrella.

He ran, shouting Sartorius's name, and only after who knew how long did he find him on a patch of grass.

Sartorius knelt with his back to him, head bowed, doing something unknown. His hair and clothes were drenched through.

"Sartorius!"

Little Aster rushed up, eager to hold the umbrella for him as promised.

But Sartorius suddenly whirled, and Aster almost screamed.

It wasn't Sartorius at all—his face was a demon's, twisted and feral, clawing toward him. That distorted visage seemed to roar—and laugh—its mouth yawning wide as if to swallow Aster whole.

Aster jolted, tossing the umbrella aside.

He stumbled and fell, his back slamming into a solid wall. He blinked, and the downpour, the graveyard, and the warped demon were gone.

He was still in the maze—endless loops, eerie darkness—and Revolver in white stood ahead.

Aster stood with a stone face. "What are you trying to say? I don't know how you learned so much about us, but you clearly don't understand the bond between me and Sartorius.

If you really did, you'd know popping a few jump scare scenes won't drive a wedge between us…"

"Is that so." Kira smiled. "If your bond is as solid as you claim, how is it you've noticed nothing about your comrade's change?"

"What did you say?" Aster frowned.

"You've sensed it yourself, haven't you?" Kira said lightly. "Sartorius's recent changes. Think carefully—does he still seem like the Sartorius you knew?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Aster pondered.

He couldn't deny it. He knew Sartorius well. Since his father's death, Sartorius had helped him a great deal. In the last couple of years, Aster had felt something was off—Sartorius seemed gloomier, more occult-obsessed than before.

"Didn't Sartorius prophesy long ago he would face a ruinous fate?" Kira said. "So when his personality began to warp, did it never occur to you that the ruin he foresaw might already have descended, quietly?"

Aster said nothing, but he seemed swayed. His eyes flickered; unbidden, memories surfaced—oddities of Sartorius's he'd ignored.

Just then, a white gleam flashed in Aster's eyes, and an invisible white flame seemed to ignite around him.

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