Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 709

Chương 709: Chapter 709: A New Mission for the Society

Unknown location.

A grand hall, vast enough to hold an army. A towering ceiling pierced the heavens; white light poured from every direction, drenching the hall in dazzling brilliance.

Men and women in white uniforms gathered in the hall facing a high dais, upon which stood a man in a long white coat, handsome, with a little handlebar mustache.

This was the headquarters of the Society of Light.

In truth, the Society was loosely organized; members of different branches rarely gathered—there was no need.

Most served their own divisions and seldom met others. But they all knew whom they served—or even believed in.

Sartorius, the founder—like a god to them. Everyone who joined believed, unwaveringly, that Lord Sartorius represented the universe's ultimate truth; he made them believe that destiny had a right and wrong path.

And joining the Society of Light, following Sartorius, was the right destiny.

But now, they had received bad news.

Lord Sartorius had fallen.

"Impossible—that's absolutely impossible!"

Someone shouted.

"Lord Sartorius's destiny is absolute; his existence is the justice of the universe. I don't believe it—his destiny cannot end, must not end!"

"Agreed!"

"Nonsense—it must be rumors spread by ill-intentioned people!"

Their words drew a chorus of support. Many shouted it was a conspiracy—Sartorius could not be harmed.

Then another voice piped up.

"But I heard it was the Duel King himself," he said. "He set a trap at Duel Academy; Lord Sartorius was caught off guard and ambushed."

Someone immediately retorted: "Nonsense. I sent people to check—Lord Sartorius is in the hospital recuperating. He only suffered minor injuries."

The hall buzzed with conflicting claims, when a voice came from the entrance.

"Sartorius will not return. The one you saw in the hospital is but an empty shell devoid of a soul."

Everyone started, turning together. Some hotheads barked:

"Who are you?!"

But when they saw the man, they fell silent.

A man in a white suit, leaning on a black cane, walking unhurriedly. His movements were slow but exuded a confidence and superior air that defied words.

As he approached, everyone he met felt their words die in their throats. By the time they realized, their bodies had already moved aside for him.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea before Moses. The man in the white suit walked straight to the dais, ascended, turned gracefully, and faced the crowd.

"Regrettably, the news is true," he said evenly. "Sartorius was indeed ambushed by the Duel King and has fallen. But you are also right.

Even if Sartorius falls, the universe's destiny will not end."

From his mouth, the words carried a persuasive power none could match. The hall fell silent; no one dared question, none dared object.

Everyone felt it.

This man felt the same as Sartorius—something that made their souls tremble, that compelled submission.

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