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

How can one become a god?

Choose a path, walk to its end, seize power, and ascend to godhood.

In the messenger's clone's memories of the future, Xing Liang possessed a power that none of them had anticipated.

Weeping blood, she climbed the steps in anguish.

The god of despair guards the heavenly gate alone.

Xing Liang, who should have entered reincarnation again, unexpectedly ascended the steps, standing alone as a god outside the Heavenly Prison.

Indeed, it's a rather hopeless future.

Opening his eyes, Xing Liang summoned back the exhausted defenders and looked up at the night sky, now that he was truly at the end of his journey.

The commotion caused by the recent blockade was too great, and he sensed several distinct gazes directed towards the human realm, searching for the location of the person responsible for all of this.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see!"

Raising his hand and making a downward pressing motion, a giant hand formed from psychic power covered the sky above the human world planet. From a distance, it looked as if the giant hand held the entire human world in its palm.

To obscure the view (physical).

Unlike the defender's emerald green, his psychic energy was a deeper color with a hint of black inside, and the color depth decreased from the inside out.

The moment Minghai Helong sealed his past, he was awakened by the fluctuation of psychic power. After sensing the change in Xing Liang's status, he quietly stood behind him, like a guard ready to be at his command at any time.

"How foolish."

Xing Liang raised the "ball of yarn" in his hand, level with his gaze.

"Even though I am the 'evil' that has been abandoned, I am also the executioner of this world."

How could an executioner named Nianzhong possibly be compared to some scum from beyond the heavens?

"It's not time to erase the memories of everyone in the royal city during this period."

The cycle of reincarnation had made a serious mistake, but fortunately he had already corrected it once before, so it was not too late.

Like crushing a bug, Xing Liang annihilated the "ball of yarn" in his hand, which was sealed off by his mental power, and then gave the order to his followers, the Netherworld Corpses, to merge.

Incidentally, through the connection between this clone and his original self, he gave this "guest" who had come from afar a small gift.

The pain that Xing Liang had been feeling all along was magnified many times over, stripped away, attached to his mental power, and traveled through time and space along with the messenger's remnant soul, exploding on the face of "some being".

Please check your inbox for malice from the past.

The Netherworld Dragon silently spread its bone wings and flew into the sky, fully activating its authority.

The halo of memory shines brightly.

On the street, those who had been drawn out of their homes by the commotion of the earlier fight gradually lost their focus, returned to their homes in a daze, and forced themselves into sleep.

The colorful memory crystals detached from their bodies and converged into the body of the Netherworld Dragon.

Xing Liang waved his hand, and the buildings they had damaged during their escape seemed to have been automatically returned to their original positions, as if a video had been reversed, repairing the damage along the way.

It's as if nothing happened, even though something clearly did happen before.

As the restoration progressed, Xing Liang slowly walked into the city.

As he passed through the city gate, no one stopped him. He easily passed the guards lying on the ground, slumped over, fast asleep, and entered the royal city.

On the quiet street, no one lingered, only Xing Liang's footsteps echoed in the shadows where the streetlights did not reach.

"Da da da."

Under the streetlights, Xing Liang's shadow was indistinct, sometimes scattered and sometimes overlapping, making it look like many different people were walking on the road at the same time.

But upon closer inspection, he was actually the only person on the street.

He could have used his telekinesis to accelerate by attaching it to his legs, or even flown directly with his wings, but he chose to stroll leisurely at a normal walking pace, seemingly in no hurry to return.

"Lost wanderer, do not stop your journey (in the language of ancient humans)..."

He sang an ancient ballad softly, the obscure syllables drifting gently, the soothing melody taking on a touch of desolation under the moonlight.

"Lost wanderer, do not weep in the darkness (ancient language)..."

Back in the only room with a light on in the dead of night, he waved and picked up the cards scattered on the floor. As the song played, the designs of the cards changed.

【Seahorse】→【Don't Forget the Seahorse】

[Heart Key Fairy] → [Never Forget Heart Key Fairy]

……

"Do not pray, do not mourn (in ancient human language)..."

Finally, the Netherworld Dragon finished his work, shrinking his body to stand on the floor of the room, but the halo beneath his feet shone even brighter.

Erasing everyone's memories naturally included Xing Liang himself.

It's not yet time for the executioner named Nianzhong to make his official appearance.

The person who is going to perform on stage is Xing Liang.

"Swallowing the sorrow of parting gently (ancient human language)..."

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the ceiling and the clouds, meeting the eyes of the Chaos Dragon at the edge of the Heavenly Prison, who had sensed the anomaly in the human realm.

"Until the end of longing (ancient language)."

After he finished speaking, a black memory crystal fell into the "door" that opened behind him. The moment the connection between the black crystal and him was completely severed, the "door" closed, and the crystal disappeared without a trace.

Goodnight (in ancient human language).

Now that he knows the future, he will not let despair return.

They wept blood and sobbed as they climbed the steps in anguish. The price they paid for this path was too high for them to bear.

Although it wasn't what "a certain being" wanted, the future still changed.

Xing Liang, who had lost consciousness again, swayed and fell onto the bed, but before his head hit the pillow, his body was embraced by a pair of soft wings.

Goodnight, Dad.

If we compare a person to a glass, then the soul and memories are the water inside. Even if you pour all the water out, it may seem clean, but in reality, a considerable amount of liquid remains on the inner wall of the glass.

Xing Liang had a dream.

In my dream, he seemed to be... a villain.

Curses, screams, groans... a scene of utter devastation, like that of hell, was unfolding on the land beneath his feet.

The sky was reflected in the sea of ​​blood, appearing in a distorted shape; humanoid monsters fought and devoured each other's bodies, occasionally stepping on someone's severed limbs; the high pile of corpses swayed precariously, and after collapsing with a roar, it stirred up layers of blood waves.

And all of this started because of him.

"You can't do that again."

He opened his cloudy eyes, and a blurry figure flew in front of him. Her pure white body seemed out of place in this dark world.

She gently cupped his face and pressed her forehead against his.

Goodnight, Dad.

The girl vanished in a flash of light, leaving him kneeling in the ruins, howling in agony.

He wanted to keep those specks of light, but no matter how he reached out to grab them, when he finally opened his blood-stained hands, there was nothing there.

He shouted the girl's name, his cries so heart-wrenching, yet he couldn't hear his own voice.

What Xing Liang felt in the end was hatred.

It was a hatred so intense it was suffocating.

(I'll update the match tomorrow, and then ask for recommendations on any less common water-attribute decks.)