Chapter 1210

There was no pain, no sharp pain of the body being slashed and torn, and no feeling of life force flowing away that should be there when LP returned to zero.

Dumon was surprised to find that he even felt a bit comfortable.

Soft white light enveloped him, warm and reassuring. The light transformed into the form of a warhorse, flapping its wings and flying in front of him, its eyes soft and sorrowful.

For some reason, Dumon actually felt that this horse looked like it was about to cry at any moment.

Hesitating for half a second, Dumon couldn't help but stretch out his hand, fingers spread, and his palm slowly pressed onto the horse.

The buzzing in his brain reached its peak at this moment.

Countless memories, originally just thousands of broken fragments, but at this moment those fragments seemed to have suddenly obtained a core, being attracted from all directions towards that core, automatically adsorbing and assembling piece by piece, just like a puzzle... but every piece knew its own position in the puzzle.

As the puzzle was assembled, the memories began to be restored, and the feeling was as if a whole life that had been missing was stuffed into his brain, colliding violently with the memory of his life as the glorious Seven Barian Emperors.

It was as if two souls were fighting fiercely in this body.

Faces flashed before him one by one. Those faces he felt were incomparably strange yet familiar, those comrades-in-arms he was certain he had never met in his life but clearly had fought side by side with.

Those low-level humans he, as a noble Seven Barian Emperor, should have despised and looked down upon.

Finally, the chaos in his mind reached a peak.

"Ahhh—"

Dumon clutched his head and knelt on the ground.

"How is it possible... how is it possible..."

"Am I human?"

"My past life, my soul..."

He felt confused, felt puzzled, not understanding why these two completely conflicting lives appeared on him at the same time.

Then he suddenly looked up, and the memories seemed to give him the answer.

He saw the endless ocean.

That was the Sea of Oblivion, the forbidden land of the Barian world, a realm that even their supreme Seven Emperors were not allowed to set foot in. Because sealed under this sea was the most terrifying existence in the world... no, perhaps in all worlds.

The creator god of the Barian world, Don Thousand.

At this very moment, that towering phantom appeared above this forbidden ocean, looking down at Dumon kneeling on the ground, and let out a cold laugh.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, seemed to understand.

Why his companions who had fought side by side with him back then would suddenly rebel when he left his hometown, why they could turn their swords against him without hesitation when facing him, their best friend, and slash the Dumon and Master Tianma of the past life to death.

Behind those once-respectable warriors and once-important companions, a phantom slowly emerged.

The dark outline, the creator god of the Barians in the legend, seemed to cross time and space, sneering gloomily at him through the ocean of consciousness.

It's him!

Dumon suddenly felt his hair stand on end, anger, fear, lingering fear, unwillingness, and confusion mixed together, but all were suppressed by the shock of this moment.

It's Don Thousand!

Back then, Don Thousand bewitched the bravest warriors of this country, manipulated their minds, made them greedy, made them rebel, and even turned their swords against their former best friends.

Then after Dumon died, Don Thousand, who had already set up this game, intercepted his soul and manually started his life as one of the Seven Barian Emperors. That's right, he is human.

Dumon's expression was painful and distorted.

He is human. His proud Seven Emperors identity, the mission he firmly believed in, this life he had now, his responsibilities, and even his most trusted partner "Star Seraph Sentry" to whom he could entrust his life, were all scams fabricated by Don Thousand.

He should have been a human hero, but he was brainwashed and manipulated, turning into the greatest enemy of humans.

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The images of Utopia and Master Tianma had disappeared, and the Emperor's Key had landed. Several people had returned to the human world, standing on an open space.

Yuma looked at Dumon kneeling on the ground and didn't make a sound for a long time. Seeing Dumon stand up slowly at this time, he finally couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"

Although the Duel was won, he wasn't sure if this plan had succeeded.

Dumon looked at them, his eyes somewhat sorrowful, and said: "Yuma, Astral, I'm sorry for everything up to now."

Yuma's eyes lit up.

This looked like... it was a success!?

"I remembered, I remembered everything."

Dumon had already released his Barian form and turned into a human form at this time. His human form looked like a teenager not much older than Yuma, wearing glasses, looking refined.

"I am human, Master Tianma is my most important partner..." He looked at the ruins Number that had already reached his hand and said softly, "Sorry, for making you wait for so many years..."

Astral asked: "Then what are you going to do next?"

Dumon shook his head: "I don't know. Although I remembered the truth, my position hasn't changed. No matter what the process or reason is, I am now a Barian, one of the Seven Barian Emperors.

The people of the entire Barian world will trust me and entrust their hopes to me. And my most important companions, I can't just abandon them so easily."

After a pause, he looked up, his gaze firm.

"However, I can't just let it go either. Don Thousand's deception, manipulating my life... even if he is a god, he must pay the price. As for the contradictions between humans and the Barian world, these can be thought of later."

"That's what I said!" Yuma's face showed joy, "I've always said, there's nothing that must be solved by fighting to the death. If everyone works together, we can always find a better way!"

As he spoke, remembering something, he looked at Fujiki You Xuan on the side and smiled: "And thank you too, Fujiki You Xuan. If it weren't for your help, we wouldn't be able to turn enemies into friends with the Barians..."

Fujiki You Xuan, who was not surprised at all by this development, waved his hand casually, while shaking the beverage in his hand, somewhat regretfully: "Ah, finished drinking..."

Astral looked up and stared at a certain place in the sky for a while, then turned to Yuma and said: "Yuma, someone is coming."

Yuma: "Eh?"

He followed Astral's gaze and saw a small black dot in the sky approaching rapidly, vaguely looking like a human figure, but with a pair of wings behind it.

Until it flew closer, the person took off the wings behind him—it turned out to be a pair of metal gliders. The person jumped down from the air and landed in front of several people with a superhero landing in the same style as Seto Kaiba.

Yuma was pleasantly surprised: "Kite!"