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

This is a calm river.

There were no surging waves, no whirlpools formed by the impact of the water.

The emerald green river water rippled gently, its current calm and unhurried as it flowed towards higher ground.

This is a river flowing against the current.

It negates common sense, progresses from low to high, and gradually ascends.

He stood in the middle of the river, the shallow water barely reaching his ankles; it flowed gently by, yet he felt no force from the water.

His common sense told him that what he was seeing was wrong and absurd—water flows downhill, which is an indisputable physical law.

But subconsciously, he felt that this was the proper way.

The river was not wide, just slightly larger than his body, allowing him to fit perfectly within its range.

Looking ahead at the direction the river flows, there are endless forks in the road, and those endless forks in turn branch into countless more forks.

His current location is also one of the many forks in the river.

He went upstream and came to the next fork in the river, but nothing happened.

Looking into the distance, everything is blurry and indistinct.

It was pitch black and there wasn't much to see.

He went upstream again and came to the previous fork in the river, but nothing happened there.

Along the way, a black chain blocked the river, but he easily leaped over it.

Standing at the previous fork in the river, he gazed into the distance toward the source of the river, at the point where the endless branches began.

He could vaguely see the dark, indistinct sea in the far distance, and an old man in white robes with his back to him at the river's mouth.

He looked around and saw that absolute blackness filled all the space except for the rivers and the sea.

What a boring place.

He wanted to know where he was, so he continued downstream towards the old man's location.

The river did not hinder him; in fact, it seemed to lift him up slightly. This meant that what should have been a long distance was covered in just a few steps, and he was already behind the old man.

The old man sat on the ground facing the sea, a pure white fishing rod extending from his hand, the long fishing line dangling into the murky seawater below, the float bobbing up and down with the waves, waiting for a big fish to bite.

Before the old man lay an endless, eerie sea: where the sky was, there was no light, and the surging seawater tore at each other without any discernible pattern. The beings beneath the surface screamed, roared, and laughed maniacally... Every now and then, twisted limbs and eyeballs would either float up or sink down.

Time and space seemed to lose their meaning here, with only endless chaos and madness. He quickly looked away from the sea, afraid of offending his eyes.

He looked at the old man and saw the dark, murky seawater roaring and surging towards him, but just before it hit him, it turned clear and green, flowing quietly past him and transforming into a gentle stream of tranquility behind him.

Human-shaped water purifier?

Suddenly, an impolite thought popped into his head uncontrollably.

"Hehe, haha, hehe."

He vaguely heard some strange laughter mixed together coming from the sea.

"Hehe, giggle, hehe."

Vague and indescribable.

Noticing that he was thinking something offensive, the old man turned around and looked at him.

"How did you come?"

The old man was somewhat surprised.

He didn't recognize the old man, but staring at his aged face and white beard, a strange sense of familiarity welled up inside him.

"who are you?"

Instead of answering the old man's question, he blurted out his own doubts.

The old man didn't answer his question, but instead turned around and asked him a strange question:

"Long time no see. What would you like to eat? It's on me, anything is fine."

What would you like to eat?

He subconsciously ignored the old man's failure to answer his question and his "long time no see." Looking around, he found nothing but the old man and the fishing rod.

Are they going to fish them out of the sea? But he just saw those things in the sea, and they all looked like they'd grown up in nuclear wastewater. He seriously doubted whether the things they caught were even edible.

You can't just eat fish blindly.

Besides, he doesn't like eating fish. It's not the kind of dislike that comes from eating fish; he has never eaten fish before and has an inexplicable aversion to it. He's also not very interested in any other seafood.

Fish can be in the water, in the bowl, or in the trash can, but they can't be in his mouth.

Although he wanted to refuse, he felt he shouldn't disappoint the old man's kindness, and besides, he felt the old man wasn't just saying "anything is fine" casually.

He thought of something: controlled evolution, insufficient energy, food... and then half-jokingly said to the old man:

"Hmm, how about some external gods? Something fresh."

"it is good."

The laughter that had been drifting across the sea came to an abrupt halt, as if it had been choked.

The old man flicked his fishing rod, and a piercing, soul-stirring scream came from the sea as the hook caught a white lump of flesh that he couldn't identify and threw it at him.

He instinctively caught it with his hand, but before he could even see what the wriggling white flesh looked like, the river that had been so shallow and docile just moments before suddenly became bottomless and easily submerged him.

He instinctively tried to leave the river, but the riverbanks, which had been within reach, were suddenly filled with surging water and quickly receded into the distance.

The river, with an irresistible and supreme force, pushed him rapidly upwards, and no matter how much he resisted, it was to no avail.

The white flesh, which he held tightly in his hand, kept struggling violently and even tried to bite his hand several times. However, after realizing that it could not be bitten, it was slapped twice and then obediently stayed still in his hand.

He quickly crossed the black chains he had encountered earlier and continued upward, upward, and upward again.

Until he returned to where he came from.

The river stopped propelling him, and he began to sink to the bottom, his consciousness gradually approaching the deepest part of the river.

"The time is not yet ripe, it is not yet complete. We have eliminated two, and the rest is up to you, [■■■■■■, carry out ■■ of ■]!"

The old man's voice came from afar, but only a few indistinct words traveled across the river to reach his ears.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly suffocated as the river water poured into his mouth and nose, and his consciousness sank completely to the bottom of the river.

"So he didn't see me?"

A very displeased voice rang out from the unseen end of the river.

"Nonsense, how could his eyes possibly see you from so far away and dressed in all black? Besides, I had my back to him because I was looking at the 'sea,' why are you turning your back to him?" (Dressed in all black, with your face turned away and so far away, even a ghost couldn't see you)

"Tsk!"

As if mocking Him, a strange, indescribable laughter, mixed together, drifted across the sea once more.

"Hehe! Haha! Hehe!"

"Hehe! Hehe! Hehehe!"

However, the laughter sounded somewhat hysterical, and he would occasionally gasp for breath, as if he were injured.

……

"You bastard, tell me who you are!"

Xing Liang was jolted awake from surgical anesthesia with a sudden burst of energy, and the first thing he heard was a burst of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

"Naich," who had been observing Xing Liang from beside the operating table, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, somewhat surprised, and said:

"I clearly controlled your thoughts, how did you find out?"

Having just woken up, Xing Liang, whose brain hadn't fully booted up, slowly typed out a question mark.

"What did you find?"

"It was discovered that the consciousness controlling this body was not Nate himself."

"I didn't notice."

"..."

"..."

In the next moment, as an awkward silence descended, Xing Liang made a move.

"Naicher" did not break free from the control over his thoughts, but the massive amount of ideas he had at that moment briefly broke through the shackles of "control," and then, before his thoughts were "controlled," he issued commands to his telekinesis.

The transformation was very successful. The psychic power that originally originated within Xing Liang's own body had been stored away somewhere and disappeared without a trace. He can now only access the psychic power provided by the psychic defender—the total amount of psychic power is less than half of what it used to be when the two psychic powers were fighting each other within his body every day.

But this also means that Xing Liang, who only possesses a single psychic power within him, will have all his commands executed perfectly.

Moreover, during his anesthesia and coma, his telekinesis completed the modifications that had taken place on his body during that time, evolving his physical body to the limit that his mind could now control.

If Xing Liang's previous claim of having A-level strength and speed was just empty talk, and he still needed to temporarily enhance it with his psychic powers when necessary, then he has now truly reached the pinnacle of A-level strength and speed with his physical body alone (the strength and speed of an ordinary person is C-level). Suppose Xing Ya brings a blond guy riding a ghost fire to Xing Liang right now, Xing Liang can use his fists to smash the blond guy and the ghost fire into two dimensions.

Without Xing Liang needing to speak, his telekinesis received Xing Liang's command and activated the "Affected by the effects of other cards" declaration, enveloping Xing Liang's entire body and making him completely resistant once again.

And then... there was no more.

"Nai Che" watched with a smile as Xing Liang's expression changed: shock, solemnity, doubt... and finally calmed down under the influence of "Domination".

His thinking was still "dominated," and the All-Resistance "Declaration" did not remove this "dominance."

"It's useless. Authority takes precedence over effect. When both are authority, priority is determined by the holder's life level. Regardless of life level, my 'Domination' is an authority, far superior to your effect. Therefore, its priority is naturally above your 'Declaration'."

She looked into Xing Liang's green eyes. Under the influence of [Domination], all of Xing Liang's physical information was laid bare in "Nai Che's" eyes. So she went on to reveal what Xing Liang considered his biggest secret.

"On the other hand, regarding the level of life, although the psychic power after the surgery has transformed this body to be extremely compatible with your soul, it is still not your original body. And haven't you noticed? Your persistent drowsiness is not just due to the overuse of psychic power and declarations. Your soul is incomplete, incomplete in every sense of the word."

She turned her head away from Xing Liang, paused, and continued to explain to him:

"Your soul and body crave completeness. The missing part of your soul and body keeps calling out to you, which is why you are experiencing the so-called 'drowsy' symptoms. This is also why your life level is currently only the 'True Self'—your life level cannot continue to advance due to the incompleteness of your soul."

(Life level and strength are not entirely equivalent. It is normal for someone to have a high life level but weak strength, and vice versa. For example, [Returning Soul Avenger - Evil Slayer] has a life level of [Superego], but he has just advanced in life level and his strength is currently still at [True Self]. Xing Liang, whose life level is currently only [True Self], has already reached a strength level close to [Follower] after the surgery. Incidentally, because his soul is incomplete, Xing Liang is the weakest among the executioners with the same life level.)

That's way too low.

Furthermore, monsters with all resistances are also subject to the rules (referring to Hades being able to Special Summon an opponent's monster with all resistances as a Link Material). As long as Xing Liang's life level has not reached the [Primordial] level, even if they are both [Rank] Lords, they cannot resist her "Domination".

Moreover, the [Domination] was a power that her father carefully selected for her, and its effects cannot be compared to the incomplete power that Xing Liang currently possesses.

Having explained things sufficiently and achieved her goals since arriving here, "Nai Che" removed all but one of the controlling effects on Xing Liang, except for the one that indicated hostility.

In an instant, all the doubts, thoughts, and feelings of unease that had disappeared from Xing Liang's mind returned, so many that he was momentarily lost in thought.

Why does Naich suddenly know so much about telekinesis? She never mentioned it when we discussed it before.

Why is the defender behaving so abnormally? Is he being controlled?

Why not let him declare "death"? Where did Nacher get his confidence that the next surgery would definitely be successful?

Why……

Because his hostility towards "Naicher" was suppressed and unable to be generated, Xing Liang did not choose to take action. Instead, he closed his eyes, lay down on the operating table, and sorted out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

"So...who are you?"

Putting aside some unimportant questions, Xing Liang opened his eyes and looked at "Nai Che".

"Hmm...why is it 'again'?"

"Never mind that, answer the question first."

"Sigh... but I don't want to answer."

Naicher tilted his head.

"I just felt something was dropped here and came to check it out. Besides, knowing who I am won't do you any good."

Now is not the time to make it clear.

"Really can't tell?"

"I really can't say."

Faced with the smiling "Nai Che", Xing Liang felt a strange sense of powerlessness.

"Then... let's solve it in the conventional way."

A "door" suddenly tore open beside Xing Liang, and the Duel Disk and Card Deck flew out from behind the "door" under the influence of telekinesis.

"duel."

Naichler readily agreed.

"Sure, but I've been wanting to ask you this since earlier: where did that magic card you've been holding come from? I remember it wasn't there during the surgery."

"Huh? When did I have any...?"

Xing Liang's next words caught in his throat, because when he raised his hand, he found that he did indeed have a magic card in his hand.

【Outer God Nyarlathotep】