Chapter 1144: You've Gotten Fat

Go-sh felt bad, very bad.

As mentioned before, dueling had been his spiritual pillar.

He was an orphan when he was young, from the same orphanage as Droit. In that period of time when life was aimless, what saved them was dueling. Duel Monsters was the only interesting thing they discovered in their childhood, and the fun of dueling and the love for Duel Monsters supported them to go on and persist until today.

But thinking about it now, if they had encountered a duelist like the Yellow-Robed Demon when they first came into contact with Duel Monsters in their childhood, they would probably have lost their passion for dueling immediately and cried their eyes out, never touching cards again.

This person is simply a monster.

Go-sh had always believed that dueling was the happiest thing in his life, whether he won or lost, he could always feel the fun of dueling. But today...

He felt that this was not a duel at all.

If he had to say it, he felt it was just like playing Minesweeper. Every operation and every summon of his could step on endless landmines, and the only purpose of his coming to this field was to let the other side appreciate his expression when his mentality collapsed from being bombed by infinite chain landmines.

Well, if he had to say it, dueling was probably still happy, at least it seemed the other side should be very happy.

Go-sh was depressed.

The feeling of the other side's whole deck was soft and cottony. The other side's monsters were all cute little sisters who looked weak and easy to push over, but when they really started fighting, they found that the sisters were more cunning than the last.

They were best at using a beautiful and weak appearance to make you careless, and when you came to your senses, you found that you were already deep in it, unable to extricate yourself, and the more you struggled, the deeper you sank, and you could only watch yourself being gradually sucked dry, squeezed until not a drop was left (referring to Life Points).

For a long time after that, Go-sh's consciousness was chaotic, his mind full of Traptrix sisters flying around him. The sisters pointed at him and giggled, as if saying they liked such a strong and easy-to-cheat big fool.

It wasn't until he was brought to the prison area that he came to his senses.

Go-sh, who was being escorted, recognized that this was probably the area where prisoners were held, and hurriedly said: "Droit! You locked Droit in this kind of place too? Where is she!?"

This wasn't any secret, a warm-hearted team member directly said: "Just in a room after the turn ahead, your room is right there."

"Droit!"

Hearing this, Go-sh couldn't hold back anymore, worried about his partner, and hurriedly quickened his pace to rush forward.

He had thought that Droit had been locked up in this dimension ruled by demons for a long time, and must have suffered all kinds of grievances, perhaps even subjected to insults, and it was not impossible that she had been subjected to some inhuman torture.

His mind was full of imagination that Droit was now gasping for breath, in a very poor state, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

But what came into view was—

The room had gold-embroidered curtains hanging by the window, and the solid wood dining table was set with carved silver tableware; Droit was even wearing silk pajamas, crossing her legs, and using a fork to poke at the peanuts in the Kung Pao Chicken. On the TV in front of her, the heroine was crying her heart out, shouting "Listen to my explanation," and Droit still had ketchup on the corner of her mouth. Hearing someone arrive at the room door, she didn't even look up and waved her napkin: "Just in time, help me turn off the air conditioning, this sauce is too sweet."

Go-sh: "..."

Seeming to feel that the atmosphere behind her was a bit wrong, Droit also turned her head, met Go-sh's eyes, and instantly froze.

The two partners looked at each other, the room fell into silence, only the soap opera heroine on the TV was still shouting "Listen to my explanation" in the pouring rain, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.

After a few seconds of silence, Go-sh looked at the Kung Pao Chicken on her table, then at the partner he imagined had suffered all kinds of insults, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"It's been a few days... you've gotten fat."

Droit: "..." She coughed twice, somewhat awkwardly indicating the soap opera on the TV: "Well, I'm trying to collect information from the entertainment programs of their dimension, to understand the information, living habits, and social conditions of this dimension..."

The voice gradually became smaller as she spoke, probably because even she didn't believe it herself.

No way.

At first, she really wanted to resist. The other party gave her good food and drink, and even gave her a luxury prison room like a presidential suite, with four dishes and one soup for every meal and a TV to watch...

Reasonably speaking, she really thought about not accepting these sugar-coated bullets at first, but soon found that whether she accepted it or not, whether her spirit was surrendered or not, it seemed completely irrelevant. Because as long as that Yellow-Robed Demon thought of any question and came to ask her, she couldn't control her body at all.

Clearly she didn't want to, but her body moved on its own.

So in fact, the other party didn't need any torture or bribery at all; she would naturally answer whatever was asked. So Droit soon realized that the four dishes, one soup, and luxury suite were not sugar-coated bullets at all; perhaps the other party was simply showing friendliness—or at least the magnanimity of treating prisoners of war well.

So she soon thought that these preferential treatments were completely free and didn't need to be exchanged for any value; if she didn't take them, it would be a complete waste. So, based on the principle of "even eating one more grain of rice or using one more degree of electricity is a consumption of enemy resources," Droit finally chose to lie down and enjoy it since she couldn't resist.

Of course, this scene looked very subtle in the eyes of an old teammate.

Droit sweated: "Listen to my explanation..."

However, before Go-sh could speak, the male lead in the soap opera behind her roared angrily: "What's there to explain!?"

Droit: "..."

Go-sh: "..."

The scene was even more awkward.

However, because of this, Go-sh's anger dissipated by more than half, and he became a bit more cooperative—although he had to answer Fujiki You Xuan's questions anyway, at least his mentality was much more peaceful now.

"Yes, my employer is a bit strange."

Go-sh confessed.

"I noticed it long ago. Mr. Heartland, and Dr. Faker, they are always mysterious, giving people the feeling that they are planning something. It's just that we never ask."

"Yes, I came alone, and it was indeed my own decision without the permission of my superiors; you guessed that right. The information we got is that the Fusion Dimension is an extremely dangerous place.

The Fusion Dimension has been planning to invade our world for a long time and has even had small-scale conflicts with our duelists. So we have to strike first, at least we must keep the battlefield away from our dimension to avoid affecting civilians."

Fujiki You Xuan raised an eyebrow: "You mean to say, you came to our dimension to find trouble... but we are the invading side?"

Go-sh blinked twice.

"Seems like it." ===== CHAPTER 1145 =====