Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 991

Chapter 991: Chapter 991: The God That Returns

So what if there really is a trap?

He was a god, and now, he was an evolved god!

Traps are completely ineffective against him, ordinary monster effects are useless, and non-destructive spell cards only last for one turn.

At this moment, Kaiba’s field was completely empty, and any setup could only be a hidden effect in his hand or graveyard. Most of those effects would be from monsters or traps, but none of that mattered to the Wicked God.

"If you want to play, I’ll play with you.

I’ve never been afraid of you, Seto Kaiba. Now, let me show you just how insignificant you really are—"

The Wicked God bellowed.

"Using myself, The Wicked Dreadroot—

—Direct Attack!"

But it seemed like Kaiba had been waiting for those words: "Direct Attack."

A sharp light flashed across his eyes.

The Wicked God had guessed right—Kaiba’s backup was indeed in the graveyard.

And it was a card Kira had seen in Kaiba’s lab before, a card that his most persistent rival often used, a new card developed after in-depth research into Kaiba’s lifelong adversary.

That card was—

"I activate the effect of ’Clear Kuriboh’ from my graveyard!" Kaiba shouted. "When the opponent declares a direct attack, banish this card from the graveyard and draw one card! If it’s a monster card, Special Summon it, and the attack target is forcibly switched to that monster!"

Wicked God: "???"

Seto Kaiba’s Kuriboh?

According to all the info he’d gathered, wasn’t that the Pharaoh’s staple card, and Kaiba’s lifelong nemesis?

Seto Kaiba, you thick-browed, righteous-looking guy, are you joining the enemy because you couldn’t beat them?

The Wicked God snorted, "So this was your impressive backup? Turns out it’s just trash.

But you still have to draw a monster card for it to work."

He paused, then sneered.

"And even if you do draw a monster, do you even have a monster in your deck that can rival me, the Dreadroot?"

"I do,"

Kaiba replied coldly.

"And the next card I draw will be that card. Your nemesis, your nightmare—my God!"

Wicked God: "!"

Seto Kaiba’s god?

Could it be...

No, impossible.

That card had already gone to the underworld with the Pharaoh. It shouldn’t exist anymore.

And even if it did somehow exist, what are the odds he’d just happen to draw it at this moment?

This was their Wicked God’s domain, their sealed territory, like a barrier. No matter how strong Kaiba was, his luck and fate here should be severely suppressed...

Kaiba reached out, placing his hand atop his deck.

He’d never told anyone, but there was one image he could never get out of his mind.

His greatest rival—the one who always infuriated him, the one who left victorious—had shown everyone what it truly meant to be king in the final Duel of Destiny.

That day, at the climax of the duel, Atem didn’t even need to look at the card he drew. He’d declare what the next card would be, then draw it, and every time, it was exactly as he’d said.

Kaiba knew clearly: Atem wasn’t predicting the next card—he was forcing the card he wanted to appear, through sheer will.

The ability to draw any card you want at will. That is the true strength of the greatest duelist—the ultimate power. Atem had shown them all this, as if he wanted them, before he left, to see the true highest peak of dueling, one that only existed in theory.

Before that, Kaiba had always thought he was only a step behind Atem, always just one card away from victory.

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