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

Most card masters choose to serve their country, living a life similar to retired soldiers, engaging in normal work or personal life. Once the country mobilizes and calls for action, they immediately rush to the front lines.

Some card masters choose to serve individuals, becoming bodyguards or similar protective professions.

Some establish their own businesses or become mercenaries; the latter usually have criminal records or are being hunted by enemies and often operate in border areas.

Generally speaking, card players are a profession that is basically incompatible with a "peaceful life".

Ordinary people hope to successfully awaken so that they can more easily obtain a well-paid job in the future.

Becoming a card master can earn you more money and give you a higher social status.

However, aside from nobles and merchants who aspire to become nobles, there are not many ordinary people who want to become card masters.

One is an economic issue, and the other is a personal safety issue.

Playing cards can lead to death.

People who have never experienced dueling think that the pain setting in the Duel Disk is completely unnecessary. Why would you hurt each other when you're just playing cards?

But in the initial duels, the elves' attacks were aimed directly at the face. Often, before they even finished playing their cards, they were already defeated.

Setting the Duel Disk to trigger pain might only result in minor injuries, but if an Elf gets close enough to unleash their ultimate attack, you might not even get a complete corpse.

Do you want your base score to drop and get an electric shock, or do you want the Blue-Eyes White Dragon to unleash a devastating burst of lightning at you?

Xing Liang understood Sera's desire to become a Magic Card Master, just like her childhood dream of joining the army. "Don't worry about whether you can do it or not, at least let me think about it."

Although it was a bit intense, he could understand it.

However, it's a bit strange that Sera's parents are so supportive of her becoming a Magic Card Master.

There is no such thing as "one person joining the army brings glory to the whole family" in this world.

Sera's family wasn't poor, but they weren't rich enough to support Sera becoming a Magic Card Master.

What made their family think that Sera was the best candidate to become a Magic Card Master?

Xing Liang stared blankly at the steam rising from the pressure cooker, lost in thought.

Going to restaurants every day wasn't a good idea, so Xing Liang decided to cook for himself.

The styles and types of food were not much different from those on Earth. After he bought each condiment and tried it at home, he labeled it with the corresponding Earth condiment, such as "soy sauce" or "vinegar".

At this moment, Sera was practicing the Trap Formation in the study on the second floor, while Xing Liang was cooking on the first floor.

It was a simple meal: four dishes and a soup. After serving the last chicken soup, Xing Liang invited Sera downstairs for dinner.

They look like a father and daughter no matter how you look at it.

In a sense, that's true.

"Why do I want to become a Magic Card Master?" Sera put down the chicken soup in her hand, looked up at Xing Liang sitting opposite her.

Xing Liang couldn't help himself and asked the question casually during the meal.

“If there’s anything I don’t know about, let’s talk about it later, or tell me when you want to.” He handed Sera a tissue, gesturing for her to wipe her mouth.

"If it's a teacher, no problem."

"Kid, your statement is a bit dangerous," Xing Liang thought to himself as he sipped his chicken soup.

"Because I want to live."

Xing Liang almost spat out the chicken soup in his mouth.

Don't bring up such a serious topic with such a calm expression!

"To be precise, I want to live like a human being with my parents."

"Could you elaborate?" Xing Liang put down his chopsticks and became serious.

“We are not native to this country; we fled here from our war-torn homeland,” Sera began her calm narration.

Ashsk, a country located south of Yingmotuo, is separated from Yingmotuo by sand.

Ashsk was once a prosperous and wealthy country, where people lived in peace and contentment, and the king was diligent and hardworking, creating a thriving scene.

The only drawback is that there are very few card masters.

The people of this country love peace and abhor dueling. Even when the king calls on the people to learn dueling and the country funds the training of promising individuals to become card masters, very few people respond.

Therefore, when the greedy northern kingdoms invaded them, the entire nation was almost powerless to resist.

The reasons given by those countries for their invasion were ridiculous. They claimed that a card of one of their card masters had been lost in Ashsk, and suspected that it had been stolen by the people of Ashsk, demanding compensation from the King of Ashsk.

Such an absurd reason was naturally rejected by King Ashskaya, and thus, war broke out.

Even though the king sought help from the Kingdom of Yingmotuo and received assistance from the Yingmotuo Magic Card Masters, it was too late to reverse the situation.

After three months of fierce resistance, Ashsk was destroyed.

"Before our country was destroyed, we evacuated to Orses with the Indomon Tomoka Legion and settled here after obtaining new identification."

"Our king died for his country, along with the army that covered the evacuation of civilians, at the border of Ashsk."

Sera sat upright in her chair at the dining table, her expression blank. It was as if she were talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with her.

“Our village was located in the north and was the first to be invaded. I was young at the time and don’t remember much. I only know that we kept running away, moving from place to place, just hoping to gain a moment of safety. I remember that people kept joining us along the way, but when we reached the border, our numbers were even fewer than at the beginning.”

She drew the Seraphim Trap from her deck.

"We are like insects, struggling to survive in the cracks."

"..."

Faced with such a heavy topic, Xing Liang didn't know what to say.

Comfort? Advice?

Having never personally experienced war, he had no right to speak on these matters.

"Our king told us before we retreated: 'The orphans of Ashsk, grow strong, and never again be insects to be slaughtered.'"

"As citizens of Inmotor, perhaps we should put aside our hatred and simply enjoy the protection of a powerful nation. However, there are recent reports that Inmotor is likely to go to war with its northern neighbor. Inmotor is indeed very powerful, but what if?"

Her body began to tremble, and her voice became choked with sobs.

"What if Inmoltor can't win, and the war spreads to Orses? Where can we escape to?"

"East? West? I don't want to be a worm to be slaughtered anymore!"

"I want to become a card master! I want to protect my parents! We want to live like human beings!"

Xing Liang clenched his fists under the table, his facial muscles tense.

How similar they are!

A century has passed, and at this moment, he deeply felt the helplessness and despair of his ancestors.

I guess he'd feel the same way as Sera in front of him? No, he'd probably feel even more resentful and angry.

He pushed the napkin box in front of Sera and got up to quietly clear the dishes.

They lost their appetite and stopped eating.

"I'll duel you with punk right now."

He waited quietly until Sera finished venting, then turned his back to her while washing the dishes and said something.

"You need to increase your resonance level as soon as possible. After that, I will go with you to the Elven Realm where the Trap Demon is located."

The "door" that opens during the awakening ceremony is completely random; different people will go to different spirit realms after entering.

The "door" connecting the human world, opened by the elves, can only be used for a short time and can only accommodate one person at a time. However, if prepared in advance, a large amount of elven power can be injected into the human world to maintain the opening of the "door".

He, who did not belong to this world, should keep a low profile as much as possible, but he felt that if he did nothing, something would weigh on his heart.

"Click!"

The plate in his hand cracked.