Pharaoh

【Dia...】

He heard the faint voice coming from the far end.

His mind was always groggy, and his heavy eyelids made him unwilling to open his eyes to respond to the call that was so weak that it could almost be ignored.

Anyway...it's impossible to keep shouting.

His consciousness in the trance answered him so sarcastically.

[Answer me, Dia. 】

This time, the call was closer and louder.

He couldn't ignore it anymore, but he still didn't want to open his eyes to respond.

The weariness eroded from the inside of his body to his internal organs made him exhausted, and his body was so heavy that even the simple thing of opening his eyes was quite difficult.

[Dia...Dia! 】

"It's noisy."

A familiar voice sounded beside him, very close, almost clinging to his side.

In a daze, he suddenly felt something was wrong, because the voice was so familiar that it made people feel weird from the bottom of his heart.

"That guy is really annoying."

Even his tired and heavy body couldn't resist his determination to get to the bottom of this strangely familiar voice.

He opened his eyes and sat up.

When he opened his eyes and saw the dark brown legs in front of him while sitting on the ground, his heart clicked——

that voice—

Wasn't that his own voice?

He raised his head in extreme astonishment, and happened to be facing the person in front of him who looked back from the sky impatiently.

It was a face that was exactly the same as his, even the fine lines of the hideous scar on the cheek were the same.

The only difference is that the color of that person's pupils is as bright as blood, which makes the face like him a little more hostile.

The moment he met the opponent's blood-red pupils, he suddenly calmed down with a look of astonishment.

The moment he saw the other him split from the darkness, his doubts and astonishment had disappeared, because the memories of the past had all returned to his mind the moment he woke up.

He naturally knew who the person in front of him who was exactly like him was.

He used Diabondo's name and gave the other party Bakula, a name inherited from the ancient family.

He is also him.

It was precisely because of Bakula's bewitchment that he gave up his human identity and willingly became a monster used by the other party.

Just because the other party promised him to help him destroy Egypt and exterminate the blood of the royal family.

Bakula didn't lie. Although he lost his sanity due to becoming a monster, he still has the memory of that time.

His memory told him that Bakura had come close to making it, only to fall short at the last moment.

Dia still remembers the blazing blaze of the sun that pierced through his huge body as a monster at that time.

It is so dazzling, it will stay in the depths of his memory forever, as if branded with the most vivid imprint...

"Is this the underworld?"

he asks.

Bakura glanced at him and held out his hand.

"Hmph, do you still expect us to go to the underworld when we are against the god of the underworld?"

A rhetorical question, full of irony.

Diabondo didn't speak anymore, but raised his hand to grab the same dark brown hand as his, and used the other's strength to make his heavy body stand up from the ground.

Instead, Bakula who pulled him up took the initiative to speak again.

"There is only one ending for us who are waiting to be exiled by God."

Bakula said, but only half said.

Therefore, there is no need to say the rest of the sentence, they all understand.

The blow from Ra's pterosaur not only shattered their flesh, it shattered their souls as well, and the wounded souls quickly dissipated.

"...It should have been like this."

The abrupt turning point was mixed with Bakula's contemptuous snort, "But you're lucky."

He raised his hand and pointed upward casually.

"There's a self-righteous guy protecting you."

Diabondo raised his head subconsciously, and looked up into the sky in the direction of Bakula's finger.

The endless black sky was pressing oppressively, and a little white light came in from the unreachable top.

Even if that spot of light is so faint, it is enough to attract everyone's attention in the darkness.

It stayed firmly in the darkness, but the faint light made those who stared at it feel that the whole body seemed to be warmed up from the inside.

Diabondo stared up at it, unable to figure out what it was, but only vaguely felt a familiar feeling from there.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Bakula who was standing beside him.

"...Bakula."

Somewhat unfamiliarly, he spit out the name of the inherited family that originally belonged to him but had been hidden by him for decades.

"Go, or that annoying guy won't stop."

Bakula stood behind Dia, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyes slightly opened, and a trace of blood came out from his eyelashes.

The downcast eyes still couldn't hide the evil spirit and ruthlessness of the blood-eyed thief king who once roamed the world.

He squinted at Dia, and his lips pulled the scar on his cheek with a half-smile, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Knowing that you hate the Egyptian royal family, you will accept some of them in the future."

"But maybe you won't feel bored, maybe, after all, you like that guy very much."

He took a step forward, slapped Dia on the back, and pushed Dia lightly.

"Anything is fine... In short, you can go back on behalf of my uncle."

Bakula stood in the darkness below, watching with cold eyes the figure of Diabondo flying towards the light spot in the sky, gradually disappearing from his sight.

He let out a cold snort and lowered his head.

His fingertips had turned into fine powder, and the places where they fell gradually spread from his limbs.

It was as if the surrounding darkness swallowed him up little by little.

"ended."

That's the end of it all.

His ambitions and desires would end there.

Bakula raised his head again, and took a last look at the white spot of light.

The blood-red pupil seemed to be illuminated by that bit of white light, and it glowed. There were too many and too complicated emotions mixed in that gaze, so that it was so weird that people couldn't see the color of it clearly.

He opened his lips as if about to say something.

But at that moment, the darkness had already swallowed his neck to his chin, and the moment he opened his lips, the lower half of his face had been scattered into fine dust.

As the last bit of gray hair fell away, the last words he failed to utter were annihilated without leaving a trace.

There was silence in the darkness, as if no one had ever existed just now.

Even at the last second of the ashes, his persistent question still has not been answered.

[Why don't you choose me? 】

The silent darkness did not answer.

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Being pushed behind him, Diabondo felt that his body was involuntarily floating upwards.

When the seemingly unreachable point of light above was getting closer and closer, he realized that it was a white rune glowing in the air, because it was so far away at first that it looked like a point of light.

That rune was the one he had seen on 'that person'...

When he looked at the runes of the Talisman of Life and was still a little dazed, suddenly a white hand stretched out from the glowing runes above him and grabbed his wrist.

Before he could react, his body was involuntarily pulled upwards by the opposite direction, and his whole body was submerged in the light talisman.

A burst of blinding white light made him subconsciously close his eyes.

I just felt that the body seemed to have crossed an invisible film barrier at that moment, and the dazzling white light that could stimulate the vision even with the eyes closed disappeared suddenly.

"... Dia."

Someone was calling his name, the voice was as heavy as if he had been holding his breath until this moment before vomiting it out heavily, but it also revealed a bit of joy and hidden a bit of vibrato.

He opened his eyes.

Reflected in his dark brown pupils was the smile of a slightly immature teenager.

Even though he had already prepared himself, his pupils still trembled slightly at this moment, but this strangeness was concealed by the gray hair hanging down his dark brown cheeks.

Dia raised her hand and shook off the white hand that was clutching his wrist.

The long snake tail on his lower body supported him to stand in front of the young man who had just reached his chest and required him to lower his head to look down. His dark brown pupils could not restrain a trace of hatred.

"You still really like to meddle in other people's business, Your Royal Highness."

Even with the honorific title, the strong sense of sarcasm was still unabashedly stolen from Dia's words.

His chest was uncontrollably swollen by some kind of painful emotion, and he couldn't breathe.

The pungent language that Diabondo uttered was not so much to sting the other party, but rather to vent his feelings of being blocked and uncomfortable, but even he himself did not know why.

"Why, you think you don't have enough toys, so you want to bring me back?"

An extremely loud slap sounded in this small room.

Then there was silence, and for a while there was no sound.

Diabang, who was stunned by this slap, didn't recover for a long time.

However, he couldn't react for a while, but the other party was not polite.

The fiery sting of the second slap on his cheek woke him up in a panic, his dark brown pupils staring at him eerily.

With a flash of hostility, his already half-monster face looked even more hideous and terrifying, and even the messy gray-white hair spread out like sharp thorns.

However, although the height was only as high as Diabondo's chest, the Egyptian king's brother, who was not inferior to the terrifying snake monster in the slightest, stared back at him without showing any weakness.

The violet eyes not only showed no fear of Dia, but were slowly filled with anger and swelled.

The chest was heaving violently, obviously because he was so angry that he couldn't even breathe steadily.

Here, Dia is also very angry and laughs back.

"very good."

He said, "Uncle Ben has never been beaten like this until now."

After he finished his sentence, his clenched right fist was already aimed at You Yu's face and smashed hard.

Dia shows no mercy, intending to teach the game a lesson that will last a lifetime.

It won't kill you, but breaking a few ribs shouldn't be a problem.

He thought so bitterly, his dark brown pupils revealed a ferocious look.

However, in the next second, all the coldness and ferocity in that gaze dissipated, turning into astonishment.

Dia's eyes widened to the limit, and he opened his mouth, as if he saw the most incredible thing——

The white-skinned left hand raised up and easily caught his fist.

Because the height was only up to Dia's chest, the young prince who had to raise his head to look at him had his big eyes bent, and the corners of his lips curled up in a subtle arc.

Then, Youyou hit Diya's left cheek with his right fist, knocking Diya's tall body into the air, hitting the wall and falling down.

"This is my consciousness space."

The young brother Wang who was standing across from him had crooked and smiling eyes. No matter how you looked at that immature and cute smiling face now, it gave people a feeling of chills down the spine.

The white hands crossed and squeezed the knuckles, as if preparing for the next violent activity.

"Here, I can do whatever I want... No matter how much stronger you are than me outside, you have to listen to me honestly here!"

conscious space...

Was it in his own mind that the game pulled him down?

Didn't it mean that only exclusive monsters can enter the master's consciousness space...

Diabondo, who initially focused all his attention on Wang Di, the enemy who deceived him and betrayed him, and ignored everything around him, glanced around subconsciously in astonishment, and was immediately distracted.

Only then did he realize that this strange room seemed completely different from the most common stone houses in Egypt that he knew.

Leaning against the wall, he could feel that the wall was painted pure white because of a layer of unknown paste, and it felt extremely smooth.And the floor under his feet seems to be made of a kind of pure wood that he has never seen before, and it also looks extremely smooth, with strange patterns on each grid.

Not only is the shape of the room strange, but also the shapes of the tables, cabinets, beds and other things in the house are completely different from what he usually sees.

There were also many little things he didn't recognize scattered around the room.

Dia was looking around this strange room in confusion when suddenly a gust of wind came from the side.

His keen sense made him dodge in time, only to see the flying object hit the wall beside him with a bang.

Dia looked at the table that was torn apart because it was smashed against the wall, and didn't recover for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched.

He turned his head to look at the game, and another giant flew over.

This time, the strange cabinet that was several times larger than the table almost hit him, but even if he dodged in time, the tip of his tail was pressed under the cabinet, and he almost gasped in pain. come out.

A huge shadow enveloped them, and Dia looked back, already dumbfounded.

"Dia, do you think you run so fast that I can't do anything about you?"

The young Wangdi smiled at him, his eyes crooked, his immature face was really cute.

But the shadow of the completely unreasonable bed that was almost five times larger than his body, which was raised high by his slender arms, shrouded Diabondo, who made his brows and eyes twitching, completely unaware of the cuteness of that smile.

Then, the bed fell down hard.

Dia only felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost held back his breath and stopped.

His whole body froze, he didn't dare to move, the huge bed stuck him in the corner of the room.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down, if he hadn't stayed in this corner, the bed would have crushed him against the wall.

Standing in the middle of the room, You Yu glanced at Diabondo, whose face was black and blue, and let out a sigh of relief.

"what……"

He let out a long, almost mumbling breath.

"...I'm done venting."

Saying so, Yuyu raised his hand, and the moment he raised his hand, the messy room immediately returned to its original appearance.

If it weren't for the many toys scattered on the ground, on the table and on the bed, it could probably be described as clean and tidy.

Yugi turned around, and this time, he gave Dia a much more relaxed smile.

He walked over, bent down, and stretched out his hand, as if trying to pull Dia up.

But Diya, who was forced to the corner by his actions just now, had a livid face, and reached out to grab the clothes on Yuyu's chest and dragged Yuyu off.

"Are you trying to show your power to me? You bastard!"

Yuyou, who was staggered and fell down by Dia, raised his head, and his violet pupils reflected Dia's angry face.

He half knelt on the ground, the smile on that immature face gradually faded, and his lips were tightly pursed.

"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier."

"what?"

"..."

"Don't try to get away with it, you-"

Dia's interrogation stopped abruptly, because the boy who suddenly reached out and hugged him by the waist.

One side of You Yu's face was pressed against his light brown chest, but the exposed lips on the other half of his face were tightly pressed and twisted, as if he was going to cry in a second.

A thin muffled sound that seemed to be suffocated from deep in the throat came from Dia's chest.

"If you did this earlier, you wouldn't have become like this, wouldn't you?"

"Whoever hurts you, hit back hard."

"Whether you hate it or hate it, can't you come directly at me?"

"If you feel that you can't hate it, just come to me to vent your anger and fight with me."

"If you think I've lied to you, come directly to me for trouble, and come to me for revenge-you should do this clearly!"

Although the words were almost provocative, the anger on Dia's face gradually calmed down for some reason.

Perhaps it was because of the slight trembling of the fingertips that pressed deeply into the skin of his bare back that held his arms tightly.

Even the muffled voice that came out of his throat had traces of suppressed sobs.

"...You can't turn back into a human again, can you?"

"Using hatred for me to hurt yourself and give up on yourself, Dia, don't you think it's worthless and stupid?"

Who are you calling stupid?

Diya pursed her lips, looking at the game who was holding onto her tightly, with an impatient look on her face.

He stretched out his hand to push the game holding him away, but after hanging his hand in mid-air for a while, he finally put it down hesitantly.

He turned his head to the side, letting You You hug him, and ignored You Yu.

Out of sight is pure.

But, even Diabondo himself didn't realize it.

The tip of his long snake tail coiled on the smooth wooden floor quietly and involuntarily stretched out without knowing when, wrapping around Yu Yubai's ankle.