Pharaoh

It's fine as long as I'm not there.

Ever since the day he met the evil god, Yu Yu thought so more than once.

As long as he, the host of the evil god, disappears, the evil god will sleep again.

Egypt will no longer experience tragic wars, and Brother Wang does not need to repeat the same mistakes and seal the evil god with his life for 3000 years. All difficulties will be easily solved.

— except himself —

The pupils of the night clearly reflected the sharp dagger from far to near.

The white light refracted by the blade fell into the depths of the young Wang's eyes, making the edges of the dark pupils seem to glow.

He still maintained the posture of kneeling on the ground, and the hands hugging Dia tightly had been dyed the brightest bright red color.

He just sat on the ground looking up at the dagger as if he didn't see Seth at all, motionless.

[As long as this is the case. 】

He opened his eyes wide, and his immature face seemed to freeze at that moment.

His slender eyelashes fluttered in the passing air.

[As long as you don't do anything like now, everything will be over immediately. 】【if only--】

The sharp short sword stabbed down heavily, and the blade was completely gone.

The exposed hilt is surrounded by brown down.

Then, with a snap.

When the brown hairball exploded, it set off a violent airflow and the short sword that had pierced into its body was completely ejected.

And the exploded little fur ball split into two, and after circling in the air, it blocked the owner again.

"Pfft!"

The round chestnut ball waved its little paws and glared at Seth with its big round violet eyes.

Although Seth had sensed the master's danger before Seth took action, if the master did not have the will to summon it, it would not be able to come to the human world to protect its master in the monster world.

It doesn't understand why the owner who is in danger has the will to call it at the last second.

It only knows that it will not let this human being whom it has always hated hurt its master.

The Egyptian high priest stood still, his right hand was empty after the dagger was bounced off, and blood oozes from a hole torn on the back of his hand when the chestnut ball exploded.

Seth lowered his head and looked at Wangdi, his already extremely thin lips showed an almost distorted arc because of their tightness to the extreme.

He stared at Wang Di with a stubborn and stubborn look.

But he couldn't see Wang Di's face. In the dark night, his black hair, which was more and more ink-stained, hung down, and the falling shadow covered Wang Di's face with his head bowed.

Seth didn't speak.

Brother Wang didn't speak either.

They confront each other in an eerie stalemate.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed towards them through the rustling jungle, causing Seth's robe to twitch wildly forward.

Yugi raised his hand abruptly.

The head-on gust of wind caused his jet-black forehead to flutter and cover his eyes, but the sudden burst of strong airflow from his raised hand was completely opposite to the direction of the gust of wind blowing——

The powerful magic power that exploded in the air sent Seth flying.

The young high priest slammed heavily into the huge stone pillar behind him. The strong impact made him unable to stand still, and he knelt down on the ground after shaking his body.

With one hand propped on the ground, he pressed his chest and opened his mouth to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Before he had time to wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips, Seth raised his head abruptly.

The Egyptian prince with ink-stained black hair was suspended in mid-air, and his black pupils, which were darker than the night, stared at Seth.

He hung high in the air and looked down at Seth with a condescending attitude.

The crescent moon hanging high in the night sky did not know when it disappeared into the clouds, so the moonlight falling on the earth lost its trace.

Seth knelt on the ground with one knee, still propped on the ground with one hand, he raised his head and looked up at Wangdi who was floating in the air with Dia in his arms.

In the hazy night, he could only see the moonlight flashing through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the corners of Wang Di's tightly pursed lips.

Then, the crescent moon was once again blocked by a large cloud cover.

The earth was dark.

Seth watched Wangdi disappear into the darkness, opened his mouth to shout, but his throat seemed to be strangled to death by someone.

He opened his lips, like a fish suffocated out of water, unable to make any more sound.

After a while, Seth stood up.

Even if he swayed for a moment when he got up, he didn't rely on the existence of the stone pillar near him, he just pressed his chest firmly with his left hand.

He walked towards the door of the room, and there was a sudden click——

The dagger kicked by Seth rolled on the ground and made a sound of friction and collision, which made the high priest's body stiff for a moment.

Finally, after a long time, the young high priest bent down and stretched out his hand to it.

The torn wound on the back of the hand was still oozing blood, and the blood beads rolled down the big priest's brown fingers, and dripped on the snow-white sword blade reflecting the moonlight.

The hand of the great priest was once again stuck in the air, and there was no movement anymore...

Suddenly, the hand that was frozen in the air stretched out, and a dagger that was grasping the ground was swung high.

Then, suddenly fell.

The entire blade of the dagger sank into the ground.

Seth's fingertips didn't tremble, he just strangled the hilt of the sword too hard, showing a strange white and bleak tone under the moonlight.

The young high priest stood up again, straddled the dagger stuck in the ground and walked forward.

Step by step, the heavy steps seemed to be stepping in the mud.

His body was still straight, his face was expressionless, and his tensed shoulders seemed to be bearing the ultimate weight of some kind.

……

The night is still sultry, and the crescent moon is looming in the clouds.

The bubbling warm water flowing from the crevices of the rocks on the mountainside gathers in the half-curved pool, forming a natural hot spring.

The water mist that paints the night is slowly rising from the steaming hot spring, and the dark brown body can be vaguely seen in the hazy mist.

The man came ashore, wet gray hair stretching against the muscles of his dark brown neck to the collarbone.

The hot water dripped down along the texture of the dark brown skin, and the heat made the brown color darker and brighter. When the water drops passed over the waist, it turned out to be a dark black snake's tail.

When the long snake tail swayed in the water, the steaming hot water surface rippled, and the mist also swayed a few times.

Diabondo, who had recovered his monster form, flicked his tail lightly and slid ashore.

With a sway of the body and a flick of the snake's tail, all the water droplets rolling on the body were thrown out.

The moonlight shone down, making the scar on his dark brown chest more clear. It was obviously a wound from being pierced by a sharp weapon, but most of it had healed at this moment.

Dia snaked forward a few steps, reached out and pulled the clothes off the rock, and he became human again.

Anxiously flicking the gray hair that was still wet and sticking to his neck, which made him very uncomfortable, Dia glanced at the front right from the corner of his eye.

The king of Egypt sat under a big green tree, with his hands folded on his knees, his head deeply buried in his folded arms.

The brown, chubby little fur ball circled around him, making a low puffing sound, rubbing against its owner's arm with its fluffy body from time to time.

When there was no response, Chestnut Ball also seemed listless.It floated to the side dejectedly, with a pair of big purple eyes pitifully looking at its owner who refused to pay attention to it.

Yu Yu has maintained this posture for a long time, just sitting like this, motionless.

Diabondo looked at the game with squinted eyes, and anxiously pressed the wound on his chest, which had almost healed.

The vitality of the monster is very strong, not to mention that the sword just pierced the right chest, even if it really pierced the heart, it would not be life-threatening.

In fact, at that time, he was able to knock the great priest away with his magic power, but he deliberately let the sword penetrate into his body.

Anyway, even if he gets stabbed, it doesn't matter much to him.

He deliberately used such things to stimulate the game, let the game see the true colors of those people, and at the same time use this to humiliate the guy who was full of thoughts that disgusted him once, and avenge his past.

Now is obviously the best time to take advantage of the victory to defeat the guy who always chokes him speechless, but Diabondo frowned more and more as he watched the game that sat there without any movement for a long time.

There was clearly an unknown fire burning in his heart, and it was getting hotter and hotter, but he couldn't vent it on the game no matter what.

Anxiously, he kicked away the huge boulder that was as tall as a person beside him, and the rock rolled to the side with a bang. He stepped forward a few steps and kicked the game a few times.

"Pfft!"

The chestnut ball floating on the side screamed angrily, but shrank after being cast a cold glance by Dia, obediently lay on Yuyu's shoulder and did not move.

And Yu You, who had been sitting quietly all this time, was shaken by his kick, and finally reacted.

With a slight movement of the black hair, the king of Egypt raised his head slowly with blunt movements.

Then, his eyes fixed on Dia's chest.

Dia frowned tightly and looked at the game. The expression on the game's face looked very strange, as if he had just woken up, a little bit confused and a little bit in a trance.

You Yu suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed his fingertips on his chest, and rubbed it lightly a few times.

Dia was surprised to see Yuyu suddenly showing a happy smile.

"It's fine..."

The game whispered, retracting the hand that inspected Dia's injury, with a look of relief in his eyes.

Dia stood, speechless for a long time, he wondered if his behavior of provoking Yuyu by intentionally bearing the sword was too naive.

"Because I was mentally prepared to some extent, the blow was not as big as you thought, Dia."

Youyou said in a low voice, "Seth is that kind of person, if he attacked me, I think he wouldn't feel better."

He noticed that Dia was looking at him in surprise.You Yu smiled again, but the corners of his eyes were slightly astringent.

"...I'm just a little self-loathing."

The white-haired Thief King's gaze froze, and his eyes were full of hatred and indignation when he stared at You You, and he wanted to severely reprimand You You.

But before Dia could speak, Yugi lowered his head again.

The hands on his knees tightened a little, and he curled up in an extremely insecure posture.

"Since making that decision, I've had a sense of self-satisfaction."

"As you said, while I was accepting my fate, I was also uncontrollably expanding my ego."

"Even if it wasn't for the so-called Egypt at the beginning, even if I didn't say it, subconsciously I still feel that I made sacrifices for Egypt and feel great about myself—"

When the words were cut off abruptly, Yuyu's fingers clasped his knees tightly, and his shoulders were tense.

"I finally exposed my true thoughts."

"I'm not that great, I don't want to be a hero, I don't want anything."

Every single word weighs as much as a thousand pounds.

"I don't want to die."

He said, "Even if knowing that I am alive will bring much trouble to Brother Wang and the others, and even make the whole of Egypt..."

Yugi looked up at Dia with his eyes open.

The so-called indifference is just hypocritical self-satisfaction. When things come to an end, he still wants to protect himself reflexively.

He was still the coward who was afraid of death.

"I don't want to die," he said.

He still remembered the coldness that penetrated his bone marrow when the sword pierced his heart.

At that time, he opened his mouth, and the severe pain that tore his body made him unable to make a sound.

He didn't want to experience the horror of being completely swallowed up by the darkness and almost being driven crazy but powerless.

He still remembers the day when another Him brought him out of the dark depths of the cemetery.

The warm sunshine covered him all over.

He looked up at the blinding sunlight that hurt his eyes and told himself that he would never give up his life so easily.

Because I died once, I yearn for the warmth of being alive even more.

"Dia, I don't want to die."

Yuyu repeated this sentence again, his white fingers stretched out slowly, and tightly grasped the corner of the Thief King's clothes.

It gripped so hard that the whitened fingertips almost tore the corner of Dia's clothes like this.

The king of Egypt raised his head and looked at the shadow of the Thief King looking down on him under the moonlight. The snow-white moonlight penetrated from the Thief King's shoulders and fell into the depths of You Yehei's pupils.

It's like a futile hand stretched out to the shore at the last second by a person who has fallen off a cliff even though he knows he must die...

[I want to live. 】

Dia didn't speak.

The snow-white moonlight shot from behind him, illuminating the Thief King's gray hair even paler, and at the same time hiding the Thief King's face in the deep shadow.

He leaned down slowly, his dark brown hands covered Yu You's eyes that looked at him with ink-stained pupils.

"understood."

He said, a little black mist infiltrated from between his fingers into the center of Yugi's eyebrows.

Feeling the eyes that were covered by him close a little bit, Diabondo bent down and half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his right hand to catch Yuyu's body that suddenly fell to the ground.

The left hand covering Yuyu's eyes was released, and Dia looked at Yuyu who suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

"My uncle will not let you die."

He said, glancing at the chestnut ball that was circling the game, the whole person suddenly disappeared into the air.

Chestnut Ball let out a small puffing sound, and tilted its head to look at the place where Dia disappeared.

It then continued to float peacefully above its sleeping master.

-

The crescent moon was in the sky, casting a light layer of brilliance on the magnificent palace in Thebes, the capital of the kingdom.

It was late at night, and the entire palace was quiet. In the dim light, only the distant sound of the waves of the Nile River crashing against the stone wall could be vaguely heard.

Located in the wide garden behind the king's bedchamber, the 'Young King' stood alone in the night.

It was different from the cold gesture deliberately made in front of his subjects, and also different from the relaxed look shown in front of his confidants. At this moment, he was sitting on the stone bench by the pool, with one hand on the stone table.

The dark purple cloak fluttered with the wind from time to time, and then fell down to cover most of the stone bench.

The gold Eye of Horus headpiece that reflects the moonlight hides his slightly furrowed brow, and the pure golden hair flutters in the passing breeze around his beige cheeks.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but the little clenched fists on the table showed that he was in a bad mood right now.

The eyes that had been downcast all the time suddenly lifted and opened, and he stood up abruptly, turning his head to look somewhere to the left.

The air there seemed to tremble and twist suddenly the moment he looked up, and a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The silent swordsman and magician who appeared after that glanced at the person beside them, then at him, and finally looked at each other and nodded before disappearing into the air.

After completing the task entrusted to them by the master, they will return to the world of monsters.

The boy who was left alone raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, raised his head and strode towards him.

The dust-stained golden hair was still dazzlingly bright, and the boy's jewel-like bright red pupils looked straight at the opposite 'Pharaoh' who had exactly the same appearance as himself.

The sharp and cold gaze is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

Seeing the returning Pharaoh striding towards him, the 'Young King' raised his hand and took off the golden building blocks around his neck, and handed them over.

As a stand-in, his mission ended here.

After all, he never wanted to compete with himself for the throne.

"Have you seen the game?"

He asked, his face seemed calm, but there was a bit of urgency in his tone.

The bright crimson pupils glanced at him, reached out and snatched the golden blocks from his hand, and the young Pharaoh turned around and left.

"Wait, play him..."

Snapped!

The hand he subconsciously stretched out to grab the opponent to prevent him from leaving was snapped open by Atum.

The young king of Egypt looked back at him, and there was an undisguised piercing cold light in his bright red pupils.

"That's my younger brother, you don't need to worry about it!"

In the night illuminated by the snow-white moonlight, the pharaoh of the underworld stood.

With his left hand, he caressed the back of his right hand, which was already reddened by the opponent's forceful opening.

He lowered his head slightly, and the shadow of the golden hair falling on his face covered his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Under the shadows, there was a curve that looked like a smile but not a smile from the corners of the slightly curved lips.

He let out a soft breath in extremely slow movements.

Then, standing in the darkness, he raised his right hand and tore off the dark purple cloak, throwing it aside.

He raised his head, and under the headdress of the bright golden Eye of Horus, the same bright red pupils stabbed at his past self with the coldest arc.

"I'm almost at the end of my patience."

He said, tearing off the disguise, with a look of impatience on his cold face.

"Tell me everything I want to know."

The pharaoh of the underworld stood under the crescent moon, and his whole body was like a sharp blade drawn out of its sheath abruptly, tearing apart the night.

The golden eyes hidden under the clothes on his chest revealed light, and on his raised right hand, powerful magic power continued to gather, and the vibrating airflow made his pure golden hair flutter wildly.

"Otherwise I don't mind using any means," he said.

The young king of Egypt stood opposite, with the same cold gaze.

The golden building blocks held in his hands also shone with golden light, illuminating the dark land.

At the moment when the two young kings confronted each other on the verge of breaking out——

They suddenly withdrew their gazes at the same time and looked in the same direction.

In the distorted air again, the white-haired Thief King appeared in front of them out of thin air.

"... two pharaohs?"

The bloodthirsty bright red pupils glanced at the two of them, showing a little doubt, but more of it was the violent evil spirit exclusive to monsters.

The thief king hanging in mid-air contemptuously looked down at the two boy kings below with a condescending attitude, his gray hair fanned out wildly.

"It doesn't matter."

He said that the hideous scar on the dark brown cheek unfolded a twisted and terrifying arc with his smile.

He stretched out his hand, and a blood-red dazzling light curtain appeared in front of him.

"Kill both of them."