Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 983

Chapter 983: Chapter 983: Duel of Revenge

The dimensional passage opened, and entering it felt like being tossed into a blender set to maximum speed. It was like a leaf caught in a whirlpool, tossed by the raging current, completely out of control.

Moments later, Kaiba Seto landed firmly on solid ground, crouched, the hem of his trench coat falling behind him.

Kaiba had seen it all. Even though he was on enemy turf, completely unaware of what traps or preparations awaited, he had no fear.

It didn’t matter what tricks there were—he would crush them with sheer power. That was his creed.

Total darkness surrounded him—he couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face. But he didn’t care, and strode straight ahead into the blackness.

He’d entered with Kira and the others, but now he found himself alone—no sign of anyone else.

"Divide and conquer, huh?" Kaiba sneered. "If that’s your plan, you’ll be disappointed. I never planned to stick together from the start. Even if you all gang up on me, it won’t matter."

He raised his Duel Disk, blue transparent currents bursting out to sweep away the darkness.

"Whatever you’re plotting," Kaiba said coldly, "it all comes down to beating the cards in my hand."

But as the darkness cleared and light shone, to his surprise, what appeared was not a deadly trap or a cunning foe.

It was... a girl?

She had dreamy blue hair, skin as white as snow, and clear, innocent eyes that seemed to speak.

Kaiba was shocked. "Kisara?"

Kaiba had never believed in Yugi’s talk of past lives, always trusting science. But when Atem had sought his memories in the Pharaoh’s Memory, Kaiba had inadvertently entered as well.

There, he saw his incarnation from three thousand years ago—High Priest Seto—and the deep bond he’d formed with the girl Kisara, who sacrificed herself to protect Seto with her immense spirit power. That spirit became the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, bound to Kaiba through two lifetimes.

He instinctively moved forward. But as he approached, darkness surged, swallowing the girl. The blackness condensed into a twisted, grinning face, mocking Kaiba from above, laughing wildly.

Kaiba stopped, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. "Wicked Gods? What a childish trick."

"Long time no see, Seto Kaiba. Just a little joke—and a test, too."

The Wicked God sneered.

"Last time we met, you were stubborn, rigid, believing only in your so-called ’modern science’ and denying everything beyond your understanding—even the existence of spirits.

But the only supernatural you ever believed in was your Blue-Eyes. Interesting, isn’t it?"

Kaiba stared, arms folded, silent.

"The truth is, what you believe in isn’t science, but your own science.

Seto Kaiba, you only believe in yourself. You think you’re the center of the world, only accept what you know, and bring everything under your control at any cost.

Like a dictator, right?"

Kaiba watched the twisted face for a moment, then snorted with laughter.

"You seem to know me well."

"Of course."

The darkness surged forward, coalescing into a pitch-black human shape—its features indistinct, but on its arm appeared a uniquely-shaped Duel Disk with a deck already loaded.

"Because we’re the same type of person. That’s why I chose to deal with you. Everything you have, everything you control... will become mine."

The Wicked God smiled.

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