Pharaoh

He was in the darkness, and the coldness transmitted from his fingertips awakened his consciousness floating in the darkness.

He opened his eyes, and a strange feeling made him subconsciously turn his head.

The pupils that are as lacquered as dots of ink are the color of the deepest night.

The dark color seemed to emit a brightness that made him indescribable.

He had never seen such beautiful eyes in his life.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at him, but without his reflection, he couldn't see anything through the pupils of the night.

Or should I say, those pupils are too bright to be stained with the temperature and traces of the human world.

Holding his hand is very cold, it is not the coldness of human skin temperature, but a chill that oppresses the soul and makes people shudder.

The coldness that had eroded into his bones made You subconsciously want to break his hand away from the opponent's.

As soon as his mind moved, the man seemed to have sensed his thoughts, and let go of his hand before his hand moved.

It felt as if his every move and even his thoughts were completely controlled by the other party.

"game!"

Yu Yu, who was in a daze, hadn't reacted yet, and someone grabbed the wrist that had just left the opponent's hand.

With a jerk, he was taken aback, but his body floating in mid-air could not help falling down lightly following the force.

The body landed on the ground, and the whole feeling was so light that he was not used to it. You subconsciously looked down at his body. Through his translucent legs, he could see the black stone ground he was stepping on.

This feeling that I haven't experienced for a long time makes the game a little dazed... When he was still in his world, when he exchanged bodies with another one, he often floated in the air in this spirit posture.

This feeling is both familiar and strange.

At that moment, he even wondered if he had returned to the time when another soul of his was still lodged in his body...

There was someone standing in front of him, and he raised his head, and the dark brown nape of his neck, which was exposed from the wildly scattered gray hair, fell into his eyes.

The man turned his back to him, in a posture of protecting him behind him, he could barely see the terrifying scar on the small half of his cheek.

The man arched his body, the back of his neck could faintly see traces of sweat, and the muscles tensed to the limit showed that the whole person was extremely tense.

Yugi was taken aback, and raised his hand to grab Diabondo's arm from behind.

"Dia, can you turn back into a human?"

he said, staring at Diabondo's legs with wide-eyed amazement.

Diabondo, who was gripped by Yuyu's arm and his body tensed even more, was almost trembling when he was asked by Yuyu's words, his body shook suddenly, and he almost didn't fall down.

He turned his head, and stared fiercely at the guy behind him with a horribly distorted scar face, and the knife in his eyes was like a sharp stab at Yu You.

Probably guilty of being stared at by his ferocious gaze, Yuyu let go of his hands holding Dia's arm and took a step back.

But in the next second, the game added a sentence without fear of death.

"Dia looks the best in human form."

This time, Diabondo, who had already given up any hope for his unrecognized master who was too nervous to a certain extent, didn't bother to look at the game again.

He turned his head and continued to look at the person opposite, his nerves highly tense.

It's just that he was interrupted by the game, his hands and feet that were oppressed by the opponent and so tense and tense to the point of convulsions seemed to return to normal slightly.

But Diabondo still didn't dare to look up and look directly at the person opposite.

It's not cowardice, it's not ridiculous, it's the fear and powerlessness rooted in the soul of the inferior creatures when they face the superior creatures.

However, the black-haired boy who confronted Diabondo with all his energy seemed to ignore Diabondo at all.

Diabondo's sense of existence is not even as important to him as the huge stone seat under him at the moment.

He didn't laugh at Diabondo's overreaching, and he didn't even bother to give him a little bit of disdain.

The black-haired boy sat back on the stone seat, with a slender body and a young and immature face, but for some reason, he gave people the courage to suppress the audience.

Sitting there, he was pressed down like a towering mountain.

There was an extremely quiet atmosphere around him, and everything seemed to be still around him.

Sitting there, he became eternal.

Someone broke this extremely quiet atmosphere.

There was no sound of footsteps, and the light body didn't even need to touch the ground, but that trace of breath flow was enough to break the dead silence.

The pupils with a more beautiful tone than the night moved slightly, revealing the moment when the jet-black hair softly passed by, and landed on Yuyu who was walking towards him.

Seeing the game coming out from behind him, Diabondo subconsciously reached out to pull the game back behind him again.

But as soon as he moved his hand, he fell to his knees all at once.

His arms were propped on the ground, trembling constantly, and the veins on his arms were exposed.

Because he tried his best to confront the invisible oppression in the air, he has changed back into a monster form with a human body and a snake tail that can burst out with his greatest strength.

He tried his best to raise his head, and looked at the game walking towards the evil god with eyes blurred by sweat, showing obvious surprise and uneasiness.

Why is that guy so easy?

It is extremely difficult for me to even take a step closer to the other party, why does that guy who is much weaker than me seem to have no feeling at all?

unless……

Unless the evil god deliberately controls it so that the game does not feel the oppression of its own power on others.

If this is the case, it means that the evil god is not malicious to the game.

……

No, maybe there is a meaning of protection.

Because it's... the host?

With the light state of the soul, it is better to say that the game is flying past than walking.

He landed in front of the evil god, face to face.

It was obvious that he was standing, but the evil god using his body was sitting—the obvious height was blurred by the extreme difference in their momentum.

Yu Yu didn't gain a condescending aura because of standing, but he didn't feel overwhelmed by the opponent's courage either.

He could feel that it was the feeling created by the evil god to make the two of them equal to each other.

A terrible delusion.

"Cthulhu... Sock?"

Yu Yu asked, he looked at the most beautiful black pupils he had ever seen without blinking, even though he couldn't see anything from inside.

His face looked calm, but the clenched hands at his side revealed his mood at the moment.

He raised his hand and looked directly at each other.

His translucent fingers pointed at each other.

"The evil god Thok!" he said, challenging the god with a fearless gesture. "That's my body!"

"This is your body, host."

The black-haired boy replied with a flat tone and no ups and downs.

The pupils of the night stared quietly at the host's soul standing in front of him, and made such an answer.

"I won't take it away."

You You gritted his teeth and clenched his fists even tighter. If it wasn't for his lack of body now, he could almost hear the dislocation of his knuckles.

Even if the evil god creates an atmosphere that doesn't oppress him because of taking care of him, that doesn't change his weakness in front of the evil god.

He turned his head and glanced at Diabondo, who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face behind him.

My mind moved slightly, and I was about to turn around to make a request to the evil god, but before I turned around, I saw Diabondo suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxed, and he sat on the ground sweating profusely, as if he had already slowed down Come.

Then, Diabondo raised his head, met Yu Yu's eyes, opened his mouth as if about to say something, and suddenly disappeared.

The game watched as Diabondo was sent to the outside hall, and the appearance of the original monster changed back to a human form again, and he could no longer enter the stone chamber.

Looking back with a little surprise, Yu Yu looked at the black-haired boy who was sitting quietly on the huge stone seat.

The evil god who was using his body was still watching him quietly with night eyes, but he didn't know why he panicked from the bottom of his heart.

As long as he moved his mind, the evil god would be able to detect it immediately, and he didn't even need to say it to obey his wishes.

You always thought that being possessed by an evil god meant that his soul would be imprisoned and could not be liberated.

But that doesn't appear to be the case now.

The evil god never made things difficult for him as the host, and even said that as long as it was what he wanted to do, he would obey his wishes.

Such a move confused the game.

He stared blankly at the other party and pondered for a long time, and finally pursed his lips to show a determined look.

You took a step forward, pressing one hand on the handrail of the huge stone seat.

He bent down slightly, and looked down at the black-haired boy sitting on the stone seat at the height of his standing, enveloping him in his oppressive figure.

In an extremely impolite gesture, it is undoubtedly an offensive and blasphemous gesture to God.

He was betting on the bottom line of the evil god's connivance with his host, and to what extent he could achieve it.

"Why choose me?"

he asks.

Not to ask, but to question.

[Why don't you choose me? 】

The words Bakula grabbed him and asked him before dying echoed in his mind at the same moment.

The black-haired boy raised his head slightly, his translucent and jet-black eyes met Yu Yu.

That gaze was quiet, as if he had seen through the clumsy thoughts of the game, and even the corners of his lips, which had been calm all the time, slightly raised an invisible arc at this moment.

He raised his hand, and touched Yu Yu's transparent cheek with his cold fingers.

The coldness that eroded the bone marrow in his memory made the game subconsciously shrink back, but he didn't escape, and this time, touching the finger of the game didn't bring the cold feeling anymore.

Perhaps it was because the evil god sensed the pain it brought to the host when he touched the other party for the first time.

Yu Yu felt that his offensive posture like an interrogation did not seem to make the other party angry.

"You have the most suitable soul for me to board."

The evil god replied.

The answer was the game was stunned.

At the beginning, it was said that Bakula had a dark soul to be boarded by the evil god. Could it be that he was darker than Bakula in his subconscious?

As soon as the game's mind fluctuates, it is immediately noticed by the other party.

The black-haired boy thought for a while, as if he was considering how to explain to his host in the simplest and clearest language.

"Light and darkness make up the world, but they are extreme opposites."

"Ra, Osiris exists in light and fire, and my power is darkness in its purest form."

"I was sealed underground by them in ancient times, and I had to live in a human body to show my strength."

"Residing in humans with light souls will weaken my strength, so only humans with dark souls are eligible to be the hosts I choose."

In the next second, his words were interrupted.

"I don't think I have a dark soul for you!"

The host standing in front of him looked at him crisply, with undisguised anger.

In those translucent violet pupils, there is only a bright burning flame, and there is no doubt about whether there is darkness in him.

"That human has the darkest soul, which is in human cognition."

The game's interruption didn't interfere with the Cthulhu's speaking speed. He didn't answer the game's words, but continued speaking at his own pace.

"The darkest soul that man thinks is but a light gray to me compared to the purest darkness of my power."

"That impure gray color brings impurities, tarnishing my dark power, thus limiting my power."

The black-haired boy looked at his host, and raised his almost strangely white finger on his host's forehead.

"Your soul is neither white nor black."

"You don't completely believe in the light, nor do you reject the darkness for no reason, but choose which side to reject or tolerate based on your own cognition."

"Your soul sticks to itself and is the purest transparent color."

The evil god gave his host the most simple and clear answer.

"Compared to the human with a gray soul that will infiltrate impurities in my power, you are the host I need most."

"A colorless soul will not tarnish my strength."

Yugi seemed to be holding his breath, and he looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar body without blinking.

He turned a blind eye to the white finger on his forehead, just looked at the eyes that were black and deeper than the sky.

His clenched hands slowly loosened, and his body, which was already slightly leaning forward, leaned forward further.

He was close to his face, but the breath from his translucent body couldn't blow the black hair on his cheek.

The black-haired boy looked at the game, his night pupils had a little light that was different from looking at other humans.

"Host, I admit that you are equal to me. Whatever you want, I will give it to you." The corner of You Yu's lips curled up, as if smiling, but his lips were obviously trembling.

"it is good."

He said, every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat.

"Then tell me."

Every word trembles, as heavy as a thousand jun.

"How can I kill you?"

In a word, it was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, oppressing the whole room into dead silence.

The pupils of Ye Guang, who had been quiet and without waves, finally moved slightly at this moment. The black-haired boy watched the game for a long time.

"Host."

The evil god's black eyes were half closed, and the slender eyelashes fell on the white cheeks, giving the young man's slender cheeks an unusually abrupt beauty.

He finally opened his mouth, but he didn't answer the question.

"[Dead Su Sheng] has been handed down from ancient times to the present, and has been used by the pharaohs of the past, but no one has used it."

Didn't any of those pharaohs who have been pursuing resurrection and immortality think of using stone slabs to regenerate themselves?

No.

It's not that I don't want to use it, it's that I can't use it.

"[Dead Resurrection] was transformed from a drop of God's blood, it is the power of God."

"Its dignity cannot be manipulated by humans, even humans with the blood of gods."

He says,

"The power of God can only be used by God."

The slender eyelashes spread out, and the half-closed eyes opened slightly.

The black-haired boy stared at the pair of translucent light purple pupils in front of him staring blankly at him.

"Host, I am the one who brought you back to life."