Pharaoh

The sound of clear footsteps echoed through the tall columns in the empty and beautiful hall. Occasionally, a ray of sunlight shone through the skylight far away, passing by the young brown man who was walking forward with steady steps in the hall alone. cheek.

The slightly slender eyes were covered by the shadow of the drooping hair, and the shadow swayed on that handsome face.

Then, abruptly, Seth stopped.

He tilted his head, his blue pupils peeking out from the gap in his forehead hair.

He stood on the spot, with his chin raised slightly, and his sharp eyes pierced in the direction of the heavy column on the left.

On one side of the main hall, which was quite cold and dark because the sunlight could not penetrate, the shallow shadows of countless columns cast on the black stone floor.

Overlapping, they block the line of sight with their huge bodies, but in a staggered way, they give people the illusion that they will never see the end.

A sneer sounded from behind one of the countless columns.

Someone came out of the huge staggered pillars.

The gray and white sharp hair was scattered around the dark brown cheeks in a wild posture, and the scar on his face was more and more conspicuous in the shadow.

The young Thief King raised his eyes, his blood-red pupils approaching Seth with undisguised hostility.

Seth looked at him without flinching.

Two sharp lines of sight intersected in the air, like two bolts of lightning slamming together and exploding, making the sound of air shattering.

The Thief King stood boldly, with his arms folded across his chest, his chin raised high.

With a condescending attitude, with a beastly wild and evil gaze, with a look of disdain.

"Humph."

He let out another snort full of sarcasm.

"The so-called great priests of the Egyptian royal family are nothing more than that."

It's not easy to be controlled by the evil god.

As he thought so, he glanced at Seth more and more contemptuously.

Then, loosening his arms that folded his chest, Diabondo stepped forward.

That was the moment they passed each other.

The invisible collision in the air makes time seem to stand still at this moment.

Passed by.

The black cloak of the Thief King floated past Seth.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the position of Pharaoh you want."

The moment they passed by, Diabondo left these words.

His footsteps did not stop for a moment, but he just strode forward.

Diabondo seemed disdainful to say another word to the young man who used to be the great priest of Egypt, and was even tired of standing in the same space with him.

Soon, the black cloak flying behind him disappeared far into the shadow of the hall.

Seth didn't speak, but just glanced sideways at Diabondo's back.

In the depths of the settled azure pupils, there was a coldness and hostility not inferior to that of the Thief King.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and a cold look appeared on his face.

"Diabondo."

He spit out the Thief King's name in a low voice, every word and every word very clearly.

"...My brother's monster."

He said that his slender eyebrows were frowned, as if he was pondering and carefully searching his memory for the answer he needed.

"... my god... the former host?"

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He spoke in a low voice, muttering to himself, and suddenly a gleam of light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Looking at the endless golden sand and gravel on the ground, they are spread on the ruined city, and the howling wind blows countless sand grains to flow over the ruins.

The king of Egypt sits high on a slanted column that has been cut in half, with his white bare feet hanging in the air, kicking occasionally.

He sat quietly, with his hands propping his cheeks, a pair of violet blue pupils were rolling around, sweeping across the golden desert under his feet.

The game had to be quiet, because the tossing and tossing just now had made him so exhausted that he was even tired of talking.

He puffed his face unhappily, because he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out of this space.

He sat on the high pillar to rest for a while, his eyes still looked around restlessly and flexibly, trying to find a gap that would allow him to get out of here.

After a while, he sighed heavily, lowered his head with a dejected look on his face.

There is no day and night in this world, and there is no passage of time at all.

The game imprisoned in this space has no idea how long time has passed.

What should I do now──

The game shouted so in the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help covering his head with his hands.

Inserting his fingers deeply into the hair, he rubbed vigorously, making his hair messy, as if he could think of a way to do it.

Suddenly a hand pressed heavily on the top of his head, preventing him from making his hair worse.

You Yu looked back suspiciously, and his eyes lit up.

He stood up abruptly, turned around and pounced on—

With an angry look on his face, he punched the culprit who suddenly appeared behind him and locked him here.

The black-haired boy with exactly the same face as him stood there leisurely watching him punch him.

However, Yugi's punches stopped abruptly just as he was about to kiss the opponent's face.

Then, the hand clenched into a fist trembled and trembled as it reached it, and finally retracted with difficulty.

The king of Egypt gritted his teeth.I can't beat myself in the face, bastard, "It seems that the host doesn't want to see me."

The black-haired boy said, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"I'm leaving now."

As he said this, his body had already floated upwards.

Surprised by the game that was still depressed, he turned his head and rushed over decisively, hugging him with his arms──

...hugging the thigh of the evil god who had already been flying halfway up.

"Let me out──!"

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On the huge black stone seat, the black-haired boy sat on it with his body slightly slanted.

One hand rests on the armrest, the elbow of the other arm is already on the other armrest, and the arm props up the lowered cheek.

The black-haired boy sat quietly on the huge stone seat with a calm expression.

He closed his eyes, and his slender and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his white cheeks.

He seemed to be asleep.

Steady footsteps sounded in this empty room, and Seth, who had changed into the costume of the great Egyptian priest, walked towards the sleeping evil god.

The moment he looked up and saw the evil god, probably because he was hesitant about the current appearance of the evil god, Seth's originally steady footsteps suddenly paused.

After a while, the previous rhythm was restored.

Seth came over and stood beside the black-haired boy.

The bright gold ornaments had disappeared from his body, making him look even darker.

He was dressed in pitch-black clothes, which made his cold face even more arrogant.

He turned his head sideways, and his azure pupils with settling shadows were staring straight at the evil god who was sleeping peacefully at the moment, his eyes flickered deep in his pupils, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Then, he stretched out his hand, and slowly reached out to the evil god──

"What the hell are you up to?"

A sarcasm but extremely cold voice suddenly came from behind, causing Seth to subconsciously withdraw his hand and turn around to look.

The Thief King, who appeared at no time like a ghost, pulled up his body that was lazily leaning against the wall unwillingly, and stared coldly at Seth with blood-red pupils.

Seth stood upright and stared deeply at Diabondo, his face was a little strange, a bit depressed, a bit probing, and a bit eager.

He didn't answer Diabondo's question, but instead asked something completely unrelated to the current situation.

"Are you the previous host of my god?"

The white-haired thief king frowned and walked towards Seth.

The two faced each other at such a close distance that they could almost feel the ripples of the air where the sparks collided.

"What do you want to know?"

Diabondo said, biting each word and asking, the blood-red pupils staring at the other party rolled with a cold and fierce light.

"Why give up that identity?"

Seth asked, "Being the host of my god can fully possess the power of my god."

Diabondo was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing the next second.

He put his hand on his head and let out a wild and ironic laugh.

"I dare you to know that you are just a substitute."

He looked at Seth, his squinted and slender pupils reflected the cold and stern face of this former Egyptian priest, which to him could only be called a doglike face.

"Why, just one king can't satisfy you?"

"If I can't get enough power to dominate the throne, it will leave my hands at any time."

Seth replied, making no secret of his hunger.

The throne is not enough, what he wants is more than that, he needs a strong enough power to dominate the throne, so that no one dares and cannot violate his power.

Only God can give him this power.

He closed his eyes, his expression unchanged.

"Since Wangdi is the host of my god, he refuses to fulfill his obligations as a host."

Opening his slender eyes, he glanced coldly at the sleeping black-haired boy beside him, and Seth's almost substantive murderous intent to achieve his goal by whatever means was revealed from his eyes.

"If Wangdi's body is destroyed, my god will choose another host."

As long as God chooses him to be the host, he will undoubtedly gain a powerful power beyond that of the Pharaoh.

He will fully possess the power of the gods and become the king who dominates the emperor.

Seth's naked language of expressing his desire made the white-haired thief king pause slightly, frowned, and looked at Seth carefully again.

It was as if it was the first time he knew this great Egyptian priest whom he had never looked straight at before.

He snorted, not sure whether it was sarcasm or encouragement.

"Master, I don't dislike your current character."

For Diabondo, who has become a monster, it is only natural to frankly pursue his own power and desire.

Diabondo strode forward, brushing past Seth.

He bent down and stared at the black-haired boy who was sleeping on the stone seat, stretched out his hand to soften the soft black hair, and the young Thief King showed a helpless look on his face.

He let out a heavy breath, reached out and hugged Yu Yu's body horizontally, and then stood up straight.

"You are an interesting guy, but I still kindly remind you, don't seek death."

Even if the body of the game is destroyed, the evil god will not choose Seth as the host.

"I can't control you looking for death."

Diabondo said the tone of warning in the words was very clear.

"Don't give me the idea of ​​playing games."

This crazy human being is trying to influence God's will.

It is even more arrogant than the previous 'Bakula'.

However, the 'Bakula' who had been cultivated for more than ten years could be easily abandoned by the evil god...

The white-haired thief king turned and left with the boy in his arms.

He said, "And to that guy, a hundred you are nothing compared to a game of one finger."

There is only one host chosen by God, and no one can replace it.