Boy and wild.

The sun seems to rise particularly early today, and the morning light gently sprinkles on the sleeping duel city, coating the sidewalk with a layer of golden light.

The sunlight shone into a small house from the skylight, cut into square shapes by the skylight and projected onto the floor. Countless dust particles were flying in the light.

The starfish-headed boy in pajamas opened his sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed, muttering in a daze: "Good morning..."

“…”

No response.

In the quiet morning, there was no movement inside and outside the house, only the boy's own voice echoed in the room.

...Oh, by the way, he's gone.

Muto Ya fell barefoot on the floor and saw the sunlight casting a shadow on his feet. To be honest, his bedroom was not big. After the desk, bed and other furniture were stuffed in, the space for movement was actually very limited.

But now he felt that the room was so big that it seemed a little empty. The morning breeze blew in from the half-open windows and wandered around every corner.

He sat by the bed alone for a long time and stared blankly at the golden cabinet on the desk for storing treasures.

Once upon a time, the thousand-year-old building block was loaded in that cabinet. The game spent eight years putting together this building block and got the most precious treasure in the world.

But he is no longer here.

From now on, no one will listen to him complain about the troubles in life. No one will give him advice when he is worried about his outfit in the wardrobe. He must learn to group cards one by one, duel by one, and face any challenges that may arise in the future...

"game!"

The shouts from outside the window interrupted his thoughts.

The game poked its head out of the window and found that it was inside the city, Honda and Apricot.

The three friends seemed to have made an appointment long ago and got up earlier than usual. They were already dressed neatly and appeared in front of the game and waved hard at him.

"The sun is shining, haven't you gotten up yet?" Chengzione shouted in a loud voice.

"Inside the city..."

The game was moved.

Is it because I know he just left, so I deliberately made an appointment to wait for me here?

The game couldn't help but recall the moment when the thousand-year-old building blocks were put together, and the wish he made to the building blocks.

He wants friends. Because he has always been lonely and cowardly, he has no courage to speak up, so he longs for friendship.

Now this dream has really come true.

Yes, he just left, how could he be so decadent and sad?

I have made an appointment with him and have to walk the road ahead by myself.

"Yeah!" The game raised his head and replied vigorously, "Wait for me and you'll get off soon!"

......

However, it is obvious that not everyone can accept this fact as calmly as the game.

"Go away!?"

When You Yu stood in front of the table in the president's office to report on his work, President Haima's eyes were staring like a copper bell.

There is no way. This trip to Egypt is rationally considered a "group official business". The air tickets for the group were reimbursed by President Haima. Many links along the way spent money from the president. In theory, You Yu still has to report to the boss when he comes back.

So the current scene came about.

"Yes." You Yu shrugged, "He's gone."

“Where have you gone?”

"Go to the underworld, where he should go." You Yu said, "He was originally a dead person, a soul that should not be left in the present world. Now he has fulfilled his wish and fulfilled his mission, so he has returned to where he should go."

"All nonsense!"

The president slapped the desk hard, and even the blue-eyed white dragon model on the desk seemed to be so scared that she jumped.

You Yu looked helpless. In fact, before coming back to do this report, he more or less expected the reaction that President Haima might have.

Now Haima looked angry, and her expression seemed to be like a child who had been stolen from her favorite toy, with her face saying "unacceptable".

But even if you can't accept it, it's useless, it's true, it's gone.

So everyone said that he regretted his whole life. If you were invited to go with us at the time, at least you would be able to meet him for the last time, right?

Although Atum may still ignore the seahorse as always in the end and choose the game as the opponent in the last battle, at least the president can enjoy the eye.

Unlike now, people leave as soon as they say they want, and they don’t even say goodbye to the old friend of the president.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, the more she became. Her fists were clenched, and her bones clattered.

Unforgivable, unforgivable, game↑↓!

Do you still have my archenemy in your heart?

"The final break between us has not been completed yet, so we just left talking to ourselves!" The president sounded like he was talking to himself, "I saw you wrongly. Are you such a guy who escaped in the face of trouble?"

"That... President," You Yu whispered, "Didn't you stop long ago? And I've been here many times, I remember you lost..."

Haima suddenly turned his head and cut him a fierce look. You Yu immediately began to look at the scenery outside the window skillfully.

However, Wang Yang just threw his sleeves and left directly, and You Yu was actually under a lot of pressure.

Because this only means that whenever the president's card addiction occurs in the future and can't help but urge to play cards, he will definitely have to find himself...

"Hmph ↓."

Haima leaned back on the back of the chair, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Where is the door of the underworld you mentioned?"

“That place collapsed…”

"It doesn't matter." Haima said coldly, "Tell me where that is!"

You Yu: "..."

Why bother with the president?

I just want to play a card, as for digging someone's grave...

However, from the undiscussed tone, it is obvious that the president's unwavering determination can be heard.

It seems that Wang Ying... can't just sleep so peacefully for the time being...

......

Egypt, somewhere.

“…Pharaoh is gone.”

A dark shadow opened his eyes.

The shadow was not tall and of medium figure, but his eyes were lit with a strange orange light, like two fireflies in the darkness.

"Finally, is it still time?" Another black shadow appeared and said calmly.

No one spoke for the next time, but dark shadows emerged one after another. Among them were tall, short, fat and thin, and from their outlines, there were men and women, which looked like some weird sect.

"The moment that Lord Xia Di said is coming." Someone said.

Between the dark shadows, a boy walked out.

He had flowing blue hair, braids, and long boots with round heads. A dark orange cube floated in his hand, missing an edge-angled cube.

As we all know, there are seven thousand-year-old artifacts, and now the seven artifacts have disappeared with the disappearance of the Pharaoh's soul.

But there are always exceptions in everything.

At this moment, what was floating in this young man's hand was the eighth thousand-year artifact in the world!

The dark orange cube gradually lit up like a lantern, reflecting the boy's confident smile.
Chapter completed!