Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 834

Chapter 834: Chapter 834: The Professor Moves Early

"Lava Golem. Volcanic Queen..."

Momono was shattered, starting to question his life choices.

Maybe all the duels he’s fought really went to the dogs.

How is this even fair?

And that last ’Blast Held by a Tribute’...

A self-destruct that triggers the moment a Tribute Summoned monster declares an attack. No doubt, summoning Lava Golem and Volcanic Queen was bait to make him Tribute Summon. They ate his monsters, occupied his field, burned his LP. Of course—especially at critical LP—you’d immediately think to Tribute them away as material to clean up the mess.

Little did he know, that was stepping into the second trap laid by this insidious schemer.

"Looks like I won."

Kira walked up to the kneeling Momono, hands on hips, looking down.

Momono glanced up. In the moonlight, the Duel King’s pallid face looked like something out of a horror movie.

He remembered the previous Duel King from years ago. He wasn’t this scary.

Momono instinctively averted his eyes and forced his voice not to shake. "I-I won’t tell you anything.

I’m a mercenary duelist; please respect my professional integrity!"

Kira chuckled. Well now—tough guy. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He’d already noticed: Masumi Momono wasn’t a dark duelist, just a hired hand—like the fake dark duelist Titan from GX S1 or later Axel Brodie.

Not all hired duelists use dark powers. Some are just regular mercenary.

If it’s not necessary, Kira generally won’t initiate a Shadow Game against ordinary people.

"All right then. Honestly, I don’t dislike duelists with principles. Having your own creed is respectable; you’re a stand-up guy."

Momono relaxed a little at Kira’s words—then Kira stepped back and gestured.

"He’s all yours."

Momono: "?"

Whose...?

Kira stepped aside—revealing a petite girl.

A chill gripped Momono’s heart.

Wait—what is that?

Night hung low. A waning moon cast a cold, eerie light over the abandoned, haunted dorm.

In the dead silence, a figure stepped into view.

A breathtakingly beautiful girl—yet something about her inspired unspeakable dread. Her skin was so pale it seemed translucent, like frost on a winter morning window—otherworldly and cold.

She wore a Victorian-style long dress. The hem whispered over the floor without a sound, like a ghost in the night. Though it was night, she held a pitch-black parasol. Her hair flowed like moonlit water.

Her red lips parted in a dangerous smile, revealing two sharp fangs—unmistakably vampiric.

"A-a vampire!?"

Momono dropped to the floor and crab-walked backward.

"W-what are you going to do to me?"

The girl licked her red lips and smiled.

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