Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 824

Chapter 824: Chapter 824: Kitty Strikes

Like Rex, Weevil Underwood never felt there was anyone in this world he truly needed to fear.

He was a duelist with a legendary name, and he believed he absolutely matched his reputation—no, more than that, he often thought the recognition he received was far less than he deserved.

He was Weevil Underwood, once the national tournament champion. And he nearly defeated the acknowledged apex of the dueling world—the original Duel King, Yugi Muto—twice.

Just a little more—the apex, the crown of the Duel King—was once within his grasp, just a fingertip away. Just a little more.

What? You say it wasn’t just a little?

But both times he forced Yugi to the brink, with Life Points flickering like a dying candle—twice!

And then, somehow, he got turned around on and lost.

The last time was even more infuriating. He had joined Doma and gained the power of Orichalcos, while the Duel King had just lost the soul of his other self, sunk in guilt and self-doubt—at his absolute worst.

Weevil was sure he’d win. He truly believed it. He suppressed Yugi from start to finish, maintained absolute advantage the whole duel. He thought victory was in the bag.

But the damned Dark Yugi had no sense of card etiquette; he somehow top-decked "Berserker Soul," chopped Weevil down with a lethal seven-hit combo, and even kept swinging after Weevil was already done, carving a lifelong trauma into him...

Weevil refused to accept it—he never did. Otherwise he wouldn’t have challenged Yugi again and again.

And now some dark duelist from who-knows-where, leading some newly formed underground force, wanted to scare him off with just a name?

No way.

Though he’d partnered with Rex many times, Weevil never thought much of this loser who had fallen to him. He believed he was far superior to that failure—he just hadn’t had the chance to prove it.

Now he would set the record straight.

A day earlier, after leaving the Dark Web, Weevil visited numerous dark duelists active in Domino’s underworld. Most were just like the Dark Web—at the mere mention of Revolver and the Knights of Hanoi, their faces changed, and no one wanted to cross that organization.

But persistence paid off. After an all-night canvass, Weevil finally found someone willing to talk.

He was the president of a dark duelist club. His original business had been badly impacted by Hanoi’s interference, but he’d kept his mouth shut out of fear of their power.

Weevil made a heavy promise: once he found what he was looking for, the Advent Church would reward him handsomely. Only then did the club president relent.

Now, Weevil followed this president through a dim underground conduit system.

"This kind of place..."

Weevil pinched his nose.

"Are you sure it’s really here?"

"Of course. I only got this intel after a lot of secret digging," the president said, pounding his chest. "The Knights of Hanoi’s most important vault in the city is hidden beneath this spot.

It holds their most prized card collection and various dangerous supernatural objects.

You said the card you’re after is extremely valuable but can’t be used in a duel, right?"

Weevil nodded. "Yes."

He didn’t know exactly what that spirit was, but he knew it had lost its memory and its card data. So even if someone obtained it, they shouldn’t be able to use it.

"Then that fits. A card like that would very likely be sealed in this vault."

The president thumped his chest again.

But then he added, "However, when we get there, you’ll have to go in yourself. I don’t dare go deeper. Those Hanoi guys aren’t to be trifled with..."

"I see."

Weevil nodded.

"If I find what I’m looking for, you’ll be well rewarded."

The president thanked him profusely.

But as they went deeper, Weevil frowned slightly.

There was no light at all, and the darkness around them felt like it had thickened without him noticing. Something was off.

"Hey, you’re sure this is the right—!?"

Weevil’s pupils shrank.

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