"You want to know what I fear? Fine."
"Then take a look."
Kira snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the images of the three great Wicked Gods shattered, dissipating like illusions in water.
With Kira's current level, he'd already seen through it at a glance: what appeared here was never the real Wicked Gods—just illusions. In fact, this entire space, everything before his eyes, was mostly illusion.
Its purpose was simply to disturb the mind, to disrupt Kira's "montum" before the duel began. This is a common tactic among masters before a battle—trying to ntally unsettle the opponent, using psychological interference or mind manipulation. In essence, it's not much different from athletes trash-talking on the field to throw off each other's ga.
Except, between experts, this kind of ntal influence is more advanced, and much more effective than re trash talk. If lucky, and the target's will wavers, it might even lure the opponent to be devoured by their own inner darkness—making them surrender without a fight.
But Kira had experienced and seen too much by now. Even with the three Wicked Gods empowered in their own domain, they hadn't fully revived, and such tricks could no longer disturb him.
As Kira snapped his fingers, the pitch-black domain changed instantly. Everyone's consciousness was swept up as if into a rapidly spinning vortex, and the entire arena multiplied in size by countless tis.
It looked like a starry sky—no, not stars, but sothing even vaster: a kind of prival void beyond the universe. Countless worlds interconnected, existing in this space, as if nurturing endless possibilities.
"This is... a world beyond the barriers!?"
The Wicked God was shocked. "You—you're just a human, and yet you know of the world beyond the barriers?"
Countless worlds, countless realities, each existing in parallel dinsions, almost never intersecting. Innurable barriers separate each world, isolating every dinsion.
But it is precisely these endless worlds that hold infinite possibilities. Even the three Wicked Gods, now awakened, found their opportunity to break free thanks to a chance originating from beyond the barriers.
And this was just the beginning.
Next, even the Wicked Gods saw things they had never touched—things that seed to concern the very origin of the worlds themselves.
The background shifted again. The void magnified, and their vision focused on one among the myriad worlds.
A world blessed by starlight. Brilliant stars shimred around the world, encircling it like stars around the moon. Among the stars, several green rings ford under the night sky, and beams of starlight fell into those rings, forming a path that seed to lead to the far side of the galaxy, radiating endless brilliance.
The scene shifted again, focusing on another world. A dinsion where starlight and chaos intertwined—a golden light shot from the starry domain, a dark light from the chaotic field. The two beams t in midair, poured into a dinsional vortex, and as if space itself was torn apart, that power entwined and seed to give birth to an even greater existence.
In the next world, a crystal-clear pendulum hung in the star-lit sky, gently swinging, leaving arcs of starlight in the heavens—as if engraving a shining mark on the river of space-ti.
The following world was swept by a torrent of data. In that illusory realm, massive streams of data surged like tsunamis and storms, and within that data storm, countless powerful beings were born.
Even the Wicked Gods were shocked.
They had mocked humans for their ignorance, thinking humans naïve and unaware of the worlds beyond.
But now...
What on earth is inside this human's mind!?
What are these things? Other dinsions? Other worlds?
Just his imagination?
No, impossible.
All these images—their phantom-like glimpses of other worlds—even though illusions, each one radiated a trace of aura so terrifying that even gods felt chills.
A sense as if touching the very primal laws of the cosmos.
But he was just a human. No matter how talented a duelist, he was still only human. How could he possibly have access to things at this level?
At the very peak of these myriad worlds, a figure stood tall above all. With a cold, stunningly beautiful face—noble, beautiful, elegant, undying...
Boom.
The darkness shattered.
Kira stood firm on solid ground, facing the darkness ahead, and said lightly:
"You say I have fears? Sure."
"I fear I am not strong enough; I fear that no one in this world is strong enough. People call the Duel King, say I stand at the pinnacle of the dueling world, but I know that's not true."
"I know there are always greater heights, that outside this world are beings far stronger, beyond this entire dinsion. That's why I must always beco stronger, must always be at the forefront of innovation and exploration. Because no one understands better than just how insignificant the power I currently possess truly is."
He paused, then smirked.
"But if it's just the three of you—no matter how you combine, what is there to fear?"
The darkness ahead churned violently—clearly, the Wicked Gods were enraged.
Then, a massive black sphere appeared in midair, like a solar eclipse suspended high above. Soon, darkness separated from the sphere, landing on the ground and taking on a humanoid form.
Kira knew—this was the Wicked Avatar.
"You dare provoke us."
The shadow slowly raised its head, scrutinizing Kira for a mont.
"Interesting. I can't even rember when soone last dared to provoke us like this, especially when we are united as one. It seems we underestimated you, treating you as just an ordinary human.
But this changes nothing."
A Duel Disk materialized in the Wicked God's hand.
"Enough talk. King of humanity, pinnacle of duelists—against us, the Wicked Gods. Let's stake the fate of this world. Co."
"Duel!" x2
[Kira, LP4000]
[Wicked God, LP4000]
Kira: "I'll go first. Draw!"
The duel disk's indicator lit up, signaling that the right to choose turn order was his. Without hesitation, Kira picked two cards from his hand, discarded one and played the other.
"Discarding one card, I Special Summon 'The Tricky' from my hand!"
A magician with a question mark on his chest appeared, wearing a cloak adorned with multiple question marks.
[The Tricky, ATK 2000]
"Though he's a high-level monster, he can be Special Summoned by discarding a card!"
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