Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 883

Chapter 883: Chapter 883 – Don’t Provoke the King (Bonus)

"Storm Caller... Big Saturn..."

Trapper lay on his back, staring up at the deep, endless night above Duel Academy.

As a professional Spirit Hunter, he had spent his whole life plundering. He’d taken so many spirits, so many cards, that even he couldn’t keep track anymore.

But having stolen cards backfire and kill him—that was a first in his entire career.

He lay there on his back for a while, then a face swam into view above him.

A face that was absurdly handsome, yet in the moonlight seemed veiled in shadow. Eyes that seemed to hold blades—cold, razor-sharp—and yet, faintly mocking.

"You..."

Trapper forced the words out.

"You knew... from the start..."

"You knew I would steal your monsters. You purposely summoned Storm Caller and Big Saturn. Those two monsters were traps from the very beginning... Your plan from the start was to make me steal them..."

At this point, the truth was already glaringly obvious.

Who else would use self-destructing monsters like that as their ace?

Storm Caller burned its own controller when it was destroyed. Big Saturn’s burn effect was basically a living Ring of Destruction, but it required the very specific condition of "being destroyed by the opponent’s card effect while under the opponent’s control." A setup that screamed deliberate intent.

In short, when Trapper looked at Kira now, that sinister face might as well have had one word written all over it:

Targeted.

Storm Caller and Big Saturn had been two giant pits dug openly right in front of him. He had leapt into them without hesitation, even patted the dirt in over his own head and planted a gravestone there himself—then strutted around, convinced he’d struck it rich.

Looking back, this duel had been a trap from the moment it started. From Kira’s perspective, Trapper must have looked like a total clown the whole time—smug, and utterly unaware.

But Kira only gazed down at him, looking relaxed yet cold, and said evenly:

"That’s right. That was my plan. I know you Spirit Hunters’ methods; I know your tactics. The outcome of this duel was decided from the beginning—just like the fate awaiting you, and every other Spirit Hunter."

Trapper frowned. "What?"

Kira smiled.

"You people plunder so many spirits. Did you really think you could dodge retribution forever? That the spirits would never turn on you?" Kira said. "This duel is a mirror of your destiny.

You rob and control using filth—violence and technology—but in the end, all of it will explode in your faces.

Those who cannot approach spirits with the right heart have no right to keep walking the path of a duelist."

Trapper sneered at that.

"The right heart? So you’re that kind of boring duelist too, Fujiki Kira?"

"You think I never tried? You think I never wanted to walk that bright, open path you’re talking about?"

"I can’t!"

His emotions flared. He tried to push himself up, but his limbs were limp. In the end he collapsed again, fists pounding the ground.

"Someone like you would never understand! What it’s like to be betrayed by your own cards! To be rejected and abandoned by the very cards you hold! Humans were never worthy of opening their hearts to spirits in the first place!

Duelists with that so-called pure and righteous heart... they don’t exist!"

Mid-rant, Trapper’s pupils suddenly constricted. His mouth dropped open like he’d just seen something horrifying beyond words.

From his perspective, that was exactly what had happened.

He saw spirits.

Not just one or two, but countless spirits, endlessly appearing before his eyes. A huge crowd—spirits flooding his vision, staring at him with cold or hateful gazes.

He recognized them.

They were all spirits he had hurt. Spirits he had captured.

"No... no...!"

For the first time, Trapper began to panic.

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