Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 694

Chương 694: Chapter 694: Good News (Bonus)

Sartorius slowly opened his eyes.

"Sarina," he said. "I hope it's good news this time."

He looked up and saw two round mirrors hanging in midair. Light flickered across their surfaces, and then the face of his younger sister, Sarina, appeared.

"It is," Sarina said. "But it may not be the kind you want."

She paused, then spoke before Sartorius could ask more.

"Revolver issue still isn't resolved. The Knights of Hanoi has been active lately, disrupting the Society's operations from multiple angles and causing significant impact."

Sartorius frowned, visibly irritable.

Sarina, Aster, everyone in the Society—it felt like, all of a sudden, no one around him was reliable and everything was working against him.

It made him uncomfortable. Ever since he possessed Sartorius, everything had gone his way, as if fate had always stood behind him.

But now, it was as if fate had gone elsewhere, standing with someone else, opposing him.

"So what's the good news?" Sartorius asked.

"The Prince you told me to watch," Sarina said. "My people have made contact. He's very interested in the 'Ultimate D' cards.

I told him you're someone connected to the 'Ultimate D' cards. He's agreed to meet you, and he's willing to communicate through a duel."

Sartorius's eyes lit up.

Finally, some good news.

Just like in the original anime, the ultimate satellite weapon "SORA" recently developed by the once-proud nation of Misgarth—ruled by Prince Ojin—had been targeted by Sartorius—or rather, by the Light of Destruction.

The fragment of the Light of Destruction inhabiting Sartorius's body didn't have the world-ending power of Zorc the Dark One or the Orichalcos's parasite serpent. It was merely a shard of a light that occasionally visited Earth—far from strong enough.

So the plan was to use the satellite SORA.

Relying on the Light of Destruction's mind-control property: as long as it wins a duel, the opponent's fate becomes a puppet under its control. Sartorius just had to take command of the person with launch authority for the SORA satellite, then he could use it to inflict devastating strikes on humanity, fulfilling the Light's "purify all" nature.

Yes, the Light of Destruction chose the most primitive and brutal method: physical "purification."

Obviously, the Prince Ojin was the key. Defeat him, brainwash him with the Light, seize the two keys needed to activate SORA, and the plan would succeed.

"Where is he?" Sartorius asked.

"He went to Duel Academy for the GX tournament," Sarina said. "As a national dignitary, the Prince Ojin has been given a standalone suite. Conveniently, there shouldn't be anyone to interfere—ideal for you to act.

I've already arranged things with them."

"Excellent, Sarina. You've done well."

Sartorius nodded in satisfaction and stood, predatory light flashing in his eyes.

"Then let me see with my own eyes whether this human prince truly has the strength to wield such a dangerous weapon."

…

That night, Sartorius personally arrived at Duel Academy.

Disembarking from the ship and stepping onto the pier, he raised his head toward the dark silhouette of the forested hills and the distant lights of buildings, falling silent for a moment.

At last, he had come to Duel Academy.

His divinations had shown this place as the land of destiny. His arrangements on Earth, the continuation of his fate—no matter how many readings he performed, they all pointed to this academy. Yet the outcome of the battle seemed shrouded in mist; no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't see through it.

That was normal. Divining for oneself was inevitably tinged with bias. Even he couldn't see his own future—only others'.

This matter was too important, and the person too critical, for Sartorius to trust anyone else. He had to act personally to bring the Prince Ojin to heel.

No one stood outside.

Sartorius frowned, puzzled. He had expected the prince to at least have guards at the door.

He put a hand to the door and gave a gentle push. It creaked open.

Not even locked. Even stranger.

Sartorius stepped inside.

"Your Highness?"

He called out.

"It's me, Sartorius. I have an appointment."

No reply. His voice echoed down the empty hallway.

The whole house was deathly silent, the only light coming from the living room, spilling into the corridor.

A strange premonition stirred in Sartorius's heart.

Even so, he followed the light and entered the living room.

There, in the center, sat a chair facing away from him. As if hearing his approach, the chair slowly turned.

Sartorius saw the person sitting there with legs crossed, and his pupils shrank. 1

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