Yu-Gi-Oh!, the Roar of the Weak

Chapter 309 Revenge of the Dead

ten minutes ago

Li Mazi, a scrap metal patrolman who was completely drunk, spotted a familiar figure in a black robe with purple trim in an alley.

"Who is that?" Upon recognizing the person, Li Mazi hurriedly ran over, fawningly.

"Oh, my lord, it's been a long time!"

The man coldly sized him up. "Who are you?"

"Oh dear, you really have a bad memory! A while ago when you came here for your tour, some clueless lowly girl ran in front of your horse and almost dirtied it."

"Then some arrogant brat saved that lowly commoner from under a horse's hooves, and that lowly brat even dared to glare at you, so you arranged for me to kill him. I still remember that person's name, Di Xing. It suits his lowly status perfectly, hahaha, it's hilarious."

Li Mazi was very familiar with this kind of task, and he wasn't surprised at all by the black-robed man's outrageous reason for killing. In fact, among the reasons that group of perverted nobles wanted him to kill, this reason was relatively normal. Li Mazi simply couldn't imagine the other bizarre reasons.

But he didn't care. Serving these people was how he could climb the ranks. As for those lowly commoners who died? They were just lowly commoners.

"You have a very good memory," the man in black said calmly.

"Yes, that's all the Son of Man has to offer, huh?"

For the first and last time in his life, Li Mazi saw his own back.

"It's better to be forgetful," the man in black robes thought, turning to leave. He remembered the look in that eyes that had glared at him, full of defiance—a threat. He didn't regret sending someone to eliminate him.

Caution was his strength, and it was precisely because of this caution that he was able to enter the Dark Council from his hidden family. He only slightly regretted not going all the way, but perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. That person, or rather, that Di Xing from another world, would become an important part of the Dark Council's grand plan.

......

Di Xing, engulfed in flames, transformed into a fiery meteor and struck the man in black robes directly, sending a long wall of fire through the scrap metal plaza before crashing into the garbage dump.

The two of them fell together into the fifth level, plunging into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Then blue flames shot into the sky, and countless corpses converged into the flames.

Finally, a figure clad in skeletal armor, a striking yellow scarf wrapped around his neck, and eyes burning with the fiery flames of vengeance—Di Xing... or rather, a card sprite—emerged from the flames—the Returning Soul Vengeful Dead Demon Slayer descends.

The man in black robes stood up, dusting himself off. "This truly surprises me! This aura is definitely that of a Card Spirit. So, which planet are you from now?"

The vengeful dead man remained silent; the raging flames spoke volumes of his inner fury. He lunged forward, attempting to cleave the black-robed figure in two with the bone knife in his arm.

However, a card sprite resembling a black shield instantly appeared in front of the black-robed man, blocking the attack for him. The force of the attack cleaved several piles of wreckage behind the black-robed man in two.

If Di Xing were conscious, he would definitely recognize this card sprite as No. 69, Crest of the Gods - God's Shatter. Unfortunately, his consciousness is currently still buried deep in darkness.

The man in black robes glanced back at the slashed pile of wreckage behind him. "Truly terrifying power. Taking you back will surely please the adults."