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

A red meteor tore through the dark night sky, streaking across the horizon like lightning, leaving a long trail behind it.

The trail slowly disappeared into the darkness, like bloodstains gradually drying, dark and deathly still.

"We're still here... but we need to move forward in time..."

"It's already disappeared... that's further back..."

Over and over again, again and again.

"found it."

Then, it crossed the darkness and flew towards the other side of the human world planet.

There, at this moment, the sun shines brightly.

……

If we reverse the time a bit, it's not even noon yet.

After Ampri explained the unusual circumstances of the duel and mentioned the existence of the invisible flames, the lounge of the Gloriadi Duel Academy fell into a silence that lasted even longer than when Magnus lost his duel.

There's definitely something wrong with the Orses Duel Academy.

They all reached a consensus without realizing it.

Two more players are needed now, and the selection of these players must be carefully considered.

To admit defeat outright? That's impossible. If they did that, their Gloriadi Duel Academy would be forever branded with shame.

The Coward Academy, which is cowardly before even fighting, lacks the courage to even lift the Duel Disk to battle.

This is not good for their... future plans.

The joys and sorrows between people are not the same.

"I want a double beef burger!"

"Cheese Ice Cream!"

"French fries! Large!"

Unlike the gloomy atmosphere in the lounge of the Gloriadi Duel Academy, the lounge of the Orses Duel Academy was bustling with activity as everyone eagerly ordered their food.

"OK, OK, everything's there. Hmm, confirm order, select in-store pickup, payment... Done."

After confirming that everyone had ordered what they wanted, Xing Liang placed the order on his phone and left the lounge.

The fried chicken shop at the pier is having a promotion today, with everything 7% off. Delivery orders are already overflowing, and if you order now, you don't know how long it will take to arrive.

After checking the distance on his phone, Xing Liang found it wasn't too far, only two blocks away. He decided to pick it up himself. After arranging for Reshardt and the Defender to guard the lounge entrance, he left the Duel Arena and walked there.

Without using his telekinesis, Xing Liang deliberately slowed down and leisurely strolled towards the fried chicken shop.

As his takeout was being packed, Xing Liang arrived at the entrance of the pier fried chicken shop after receiving a notification on his phone that he had received the order number.

The pier fried chicken shop was bustling with activity, the clatter of plates and the cacophony of conversations creating a lively symphony. A long queue snaked around the order counter, as diners stood on tiptoe to peer at the menu on the electronic screen, occasionally whispering with their companions about fried chicken combos and new burgers.

The booths against the wall were already packed: young couples shared their fried chicken combos, taking bites one after another; children, clutching ice cream cones in one hand and toys from their kids' meals in the other, chased and played among the seats, laughing and joking; parents kept their eyes fixed on their children, occasionally scolding or getting up to stop them, but their hands never stopped moving, as "Kuku" popped a chicken burger roll into his mouth.

The takeout pickup area was filled with notification sounds, kitchen staff were busy packing orders, delivery riders were weaving through the crowd carrying several paper bags printed with cartoon sheep heads, cashiers were typing furiously on their keyboards, and even the air outside was filled with the rich aroma of fried chicken and fries... everywhere you looked, you could tell that business was booming.

According to the order number on his phone, Xing Liang quickly received his takeout: four large paper bags full of food. He lifted the heavy bags from the food rack, and after testing their feel, he found them a bit difficult to hold.

Looking around and figuring out that no one would be paying attention to him, Xing Liang used his telekinesis to lift the paper bag and follow himself into the crowd. From a distance, it looked as if he was the one holding the paper bag and squeezing his way out of the door.

The four stone tablets in the center of the royal city have been repaired. In order to prevent the previous accident from happening again, a team of workers and magic card masters are working overtime to rush the creation of the fifth stone tablet. It is unknown what the effect will be.

But none of this mattered to Xing Liang anymore, because those stone tablets had no effect on him: after the stone tablet with the [Skill Extraction] ability was repaired, his use of [Declaration] and telekinesis remained unaffected.

Before this, he put a "declaration" on himself: affected by the effects of his own external cards (Xing Liang's "declaration" is the opposite; he declares that he is "affected by the effects of his own external cards," so the situation of Xing Liang being "affected by the effects of his own external cards" will disappear, and Xing Liang will be "not affected by the effects of his own external cards").

In other words, Xing Liang is now fully committed to resistance.

If he could only make two declarations at a time (once for Xing Liang and once for the defender, each time 11 characters), he would have put a declaration on everyone in the academy.

To avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Xing Liang lowered the paper bag to his side as soon as he left the store, making it appear as if he was carrying the bag by hand.

Xing Liang found a small alley and planned to open the "door" to go directly back to Orsace's lounge.

When Sera enters the arena for a duel, he always feels like someone is watching him. That subtle gaze makes him feel uneasy. He walks over to try to draw attention away from the gaze, and then he opens the "door" to leave, making the person watching him lose track of his whereabouts.

Just as space was distorting and about to form a "door," he suddenly turned around, and at the same time, chains of telekinesis shot out, engulfing the entire alley.

However, when the smoke cleared, the alley was deserted and there was nothing there.

"Illusion?"

For a fleeting moment, he felt someone standing behind him.

After waiting for a while without finding anything amiss, Xing Liang scratched his head, stepped through the "door," and left.

What he didn't know was that it wasn't a hallucination; there really was someone standing behind him.

"I'm curious, how did you come to this universe?"

In the temporarily created alternate dimension, a black crystal floats in the center, opposite which is a "person" bound by layers of black psychic chains.

The "person" shattered the chains and attacked the black crystal, but in the next moment, an overwhelming array of black psychic chains filled the space, pinning the "person" firmly to the spot.

"Tsk, it's not even a clone, just a projection created from memories. If it weren't for the fact that I can't replenish my psychic power in this universe..."

The "person" spoke reluctantly, his voice hoarse.

He raised his head, revealing a face that bore an 8% resemblance to Xing Liang, only more weathered. His scarlet eyes were fixed on the black crystal in the center of the space, and he succinctly revealed the essence of the black crystal.

He is Xing Liang (despair).

"Ha, aren't you just a telekinetic clone yourself?"

The black crystal emitted a sound from an unknown source, revealing Xing Liang's (Despair) identity, while simultaneously controlling black psychic power to construct a body identical to Xing Liang's.

He is also Xing Liang (True Ancestor Evil).

His dark eyes, filled with despair, were devoid of any emotion as he looked at Xing Liang.