Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 926

Chapter 926: Chapter 926: The Altar

Domino City.

The airport bustled under the fading glow of sunset. At the end of the runway, a silver plane descended through the clouds, touching down.

". . ."

". . . Just moments ago, the Egyptian Archaeological Bureau’s plane landed at Domino airport," a female reporter spoke to the camera.

"This time, the Bureau is personally led by Director Ishizu Ishtar."

"Director Ishizu was a familiar face to fans during the original Duel City tournament, making it to the top eight.

Her brother Marik Ishtar was the runner-up, and former owner of the Egyptian God Card ’The Winged Dragon of Ra.’"

". . ."

"Rumor has it the Egyptian Bureau is here to collaborate with KaibaCorp on an important project, speculated to be a major discovery in the field of dueling archaeology."

The TV cut to footage of Ishizu Ishtar.

Now in her thirties, Ishizu’s chocolate skin was well-maintained; she looked almost unchanged, but with added maturity.

Facing the cameras, she swept her gaze across the crowd and spoke calmly:

"Egypt is regarded by many as the birthplace of Duel Monsters. Our bureau is dedicated to uncovering precious ruins and advancing the field of Duel Monsters."

"We will continue our close partnership with KaibaCorp to further the progress of dueling civilization."

". . ."

In the presidential suite, Marik Ishtar lounged on a sofa, watching his sister’s interview and teasing, "Sis, you really know how to handle the media now!"

Flipping through the schedule, Marik sighed.

"Banquets, banquets, opening ceremonies... Oh, and golf."

Ishizu replied calmly, "We’re not here to play, Marik."

"I know."

Marik’s smile faded as he looked out the window at the starry sky and bustling city below.

"The three Egyptian Gods have all left this world," Marik said. "With them gone, and Pharaoh Atem’s soul returned to the afterlife, I thought our clan’s three-thousand-year curse was finally over.

But nothing ever really ends, does it, sis? Every time you think you’ve escaped the past, it comes back. Our clan of Tomb Keepers... We’ll never stop fighting, will we?"

Ishizu closed her eyes, then smiled faintly.

"It’s not fate, Marik," she said softly. "We fight because we choose to. We are warriors, and the world always needs warriors."

"I knew you’d say that," Marik replied. "But you know as well as I do—darkness is returning. And this time, there’s no Pharaoh to stand before it."

"Yes. The Pharaoh is gone."

Ishizu’s smile was gentle.

"But don’t worry. There will always be a new King in this world."

...

In the mountains, among the thick forest.

Heavy black clouds rolled overhead, swallowing the last rays of sunlight. Lightning crackled in the sky, thunder booming as if the gods were angry.

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