Yu-Gi-Oh!: Phobic Peptide Mad Dragon Executioner Dragon

He bowed to the audience in each of the four directions. As the unconscious Sunny was carried away on a stretcher, Xing Liang walked down the platform amidst cheers from the crowd.

"Wow, this teacher's duel is pretty cool."

"Used effect damage to kill the Mischievous Fairy Star who specializes in effect damage? Awesome."

"When did the Orses Duel Academy get a teacher like this?"

"If the teacher is so outrageous, then what about the students he teaches...?"

Previously little-known, the Orses Duel Academy suddenly attracted attention from all sides.

Unlike the lively atmosphere of others, the atmosphere at the Royal City Duel Academy was rather subdued.

Being defeated by outsiders on your home turf is a huge loss of face.

Somewhere in the stands, a student wearing the uniform of the Royal City Duel Academy muttered to himself, "If he could be my teacher, maybe..."

Of course, Xing Liang paid no attention to any of this. He beckoned with his finger towards the direction of his children's group, signaling them to follow, and then left without looking back.

I'm sleepy, I'm going home to sleep.

Luo Yi's shouts were drowned out by the noise in the audience, and Xing Liang did not hear them.

It seems that her path to obtaining the Dragon Crystal Magic Card is long and arduous.

After telling the children not to run around and to prepare for tomorrow's duel, Xing Liang, who had handed over the task of researching the North Duel Academy to Mai, went back to his room to sleep.

Xing Liang slept straight through the night. He yawned and continued his work from the past few days while everyone else was asleep (the amazing work-rest schedule of college students).

After returning from the convict division, he began to categorize the monster cards with the same names as the elves he had brought back from the dungeon.

Xing Liang communicated with them one by one, trying to obtain as much information as possible, and asked them if they were willing to stay after the conversation.

Those who wanted to go back provided their location coordinates, and Xing Liang opened a "door" to send them back; those who wanted to stay were checked one by one by Xing Liang to see the effects and consider the usage.

The reason for not doing it during the day is to avoid being disturbed, and also because making any noise at night would attract less attention.

"[Falling Goblin], [Sleeping Sheep], [Attic Monster]..."

Xing Liang looked at the several blank whiteboard monsters spread out on the table and rubbed his temples in frustration.

These things are utterly useless.

These elves were quite weak and worried that they would be captured again if they went back, so they simply stayed with Xing Liang and refused to leave.

But they're all blank; I doubt anyone would want them even if I gave them away.

Or should we just throw it away?

Xing Liang shook his head, rejecting the idea.

Ugh, what a hassle. I'll just stuff them all into an album and consider it a collection.

Just as he picked up the remaining blank cards without any host spirits, intending to make a few more copy cards for the students, a faint, ethereal voice sounded behind him.

"Found you..."

He quickly turned around and summoned his telekinetic defender, but found nothing.

Are you hallucinating because you're too tired?

The next moment, he found that he couldn't move his body.

Something arrived, and the surrounding space emitted an unbearable "crackling" sound. Finally, unable to bear the size of the newcomer, it shattered and collapsed, forming a dark purple "door".

A "person," in a bizarre posture, stepped out of that ominous, twisted "door" and appeared before Xing Liang.

"Hahaha, how weak, how insignificant!"

That was a distorted "something".

[The Messenger of the Evil God]

The chaotic will of "some being" controlled this bizarre body, twisting its stiff limbs as it slowly approached Xing Liang.

Before the telekinetic defender could make a move, he was whipped away by a "red thread" and pinned to the wall, which also overturned the table and scattered cards all over the floor.

As if unable to withstand the power of "a certain being," its body began to disintegrate, revealing its inner void. More "red lines" extended from the void, slowly yet rapidly connecting with various acupoints in Xing Liang's brain.

"This clone has consumed a lot of power crossing time, but it is still not something you can contend with now."

The movement was slow because Xing Liang could clearly see the "red line" moving; it was rapid because the moment he saw the "red line" appear, a "red line" had already touched his temple.

Forget it, sink into depravity, erase the memories etched into your soul, and unleash your true nature!

"Someone" laughed wildly, watching the brilliance in Xing Liang's emerald eyes gradually disappear.

"Destroy everything you once protected! Pure 'evil'!"

Before he could even process what was happening, the moment the "red line" connected him completely, Xing Liang felt as if his consciousness was being pulled into the deep sea, slowly sinking downwards.

It's so dark and so cold.

Unable to move, unable to resist, he couldn't even struggle; he could only watch helplessly as the shimmering "sea surface" receded into the distance.

Bubbles of different colors were exhaled from his mouth and floated upwards.

Black, white, red... each bubble contains a different scene, and the protagonist in the center of each scene is Xing Liang.

"I'll pay half the base points to activate!"

"I am a deceased person."

Which one is missing?

……

The sound emanating from the bubble lingered in his ears for a moment before disappearing without looking back.

Those were his memories.

The color on Xing Liang's soul was gradually erased, revealing its hidden essence.

That was pure black.

I'm so tired and sleepy.

The sea level, along with his consciousness, slowly disappeared.

And so, I'll just sleep it off.

His mind gradually went blank, and the existence of "Xing Liang" was disappearing.

His successor, another being, is about to awaken.

Just as the light was about to disappear completely, the last bubble gently touched Xing Liang's forehead.

"dad."

"boom!"

"Crash!"

Chains cascaded down from the sea and bound him tightly.

We must not forget.

The spikes on the chain pierced deep into his flesh, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, gripping the green chain with both hands as his palms were pierced.

How could I forget?

Blood stained the seawater, black was covered by red.

In the deep, dark sea, a broken soul struggles to climb towards the human world.

He reached out, grasped the light, opened his mouth, and swallowed the lingering bubbles.

Chains and flesh intertwined, crimson and pain resonated, the dreamlike bubble was swallowed up, and from then on, they were never to be separated again.

All of this happened in the real world in just a moment, and Xing Liang's dim eyes, which were about to close, suddenly widened in anger.

"How could I forget—!"

Colorful crystals shot out out of thin air, severing all the "red lines," while a silver halo exploded beneath Xing Liang's feet.

Eleventh-rank follower, [Memory].

The dragon, made of bones, repelled "a certain being," and the various colored crystals on its body lit up, forming a barrier to isolate the "red line."

The blank card that he had been holding in his hand was now engraved with a card image.

[The Merging of the Undead - Never Forget the King of the Underworld]

Never forget.