Chapter 572: Amon's Darkness

No one knew that under the ink-like night, just outside the island of Duel Academy, a steel behemoth was quietly hiding in the seawater, like a hunter lurking in the dark, watching everything happening on this island.

This is a submarine. Soldiers in standard uniforms are busy in the submarine, and the woman in an officer's uniform with a straight figure is the commander of this submarine.

Her name is Eko, and she grew up with the young master of the Garam consortium, Amon. This time she came here as Amon's backup, and once Amon's action has any unexpected situation, she will provide support immediately.

And at this moment, Amon, as the action specialist, is deep in the pitch-black dense forest on the island of Duel Academy.

Regarding Duel Academy, there are actually many rumors circulating in the dark world of the Duel Realm.

Long before You Xuan became famous, Duel Academy had already attracted the attention of many factions. For example, regarding the student disappearance incident that occurred in the abandoned dormitory years ago, there are unverified rumors among dark duelists that the Duel Academy of that time had opened a gate leading to the dark world, and on the other side of that gate lay a powerful force beyond anyone's imagination. Whoever obtained the power from the other side of the gate would be enough to rule the world.

Although it is an unverified rumor, You Xuan, as a transmigrator possessing the power of spoilers, knows that this legend is true. The incident at the abandoned dormitory was indeed related to another dimension back then; it was the world of the final villain, Darkness, and that guy indeed possessed the ability to drag an entire world into darkness.

However, the matter of the abandoned dormitory was later covered up by various parties, and it hasn't been mentioned much for some years.

It wasn't until later that Duel Academy produced a King of Games, whose reputation grew increasingly resounding. In the Duel Realm, many powerhouses who boasted of their own great skills and attempted to go to Duel Academy to investigate met with failure, and some simply vanished without a trace.

Later, rumors spread that the gate had actually been opened. There was indeed a terrifying power behind the gate, and that power had already been obtained by the King of Games.

Therefore, the King of Games is now one of the most terrifying existences in this world; anyone who dares to trespass on his territory or offend his authority will be cast into that eternal darkness to wander.

This is one of the objectives of Amon's mission this time. He wants to verify the authenticity of the legend and find the power mentioned in the rumors that is enough to make a duelist a "King."

In the dark night, a crow let out a strange cry and flew ominously overhead. Amon passed through the woodland and found the location of the abandoned dormitory.

"Rabi Aier, I've found it."

Amon said while pressing his earpiece.

"Okay, be careful," Rabi Aier said from the other end of the earpiece. "If there are any accidents, we will take action immediately."

"Alright, I'm going in."

Amon passed through the fence marked with the words "No Entry" and entered the dormitory.

"Strange, all my equipment is showing no reaction."

Amon stepped on the old floor and entered the door.

"The instruments failed to detect any fluctuations of dark power. This place looks just like an ordinary..."

Creak.

Amon's pupils contracted.

That was the sound of the floor cracking.

Before he could react, the dilapidated floor beneath his feet, which had endured who knows how many years, cracked under the unbearable weight.

Amon stepped into thin air and plummeted suddenly.

In this instant, he suddenly had a strange illusion, as if the crack in this floor led not to the basement of this building, but to hell.

Amon felt as if he had been falling for a long time, yet it also felt like only an instant.

It wasn't until the solid ground impacted his body heavily that he managed to regain his senses.

Dizzy and disoriented, his body found it difficult to maintain balance for a moment. He leaned against the wall to stand up, stumbled two steps, and wondered if he had a concussion.

"Rabi Aier, there's a bit of an accident. I fell down..."

He said, pressing his earpiece.

"I take back what I said earlier; this dormitory feels a bit strange. I..."

He paused here, discovering something was wrong.

"Rabi Aier?"

But there was no human voice in response.

What came through the earpiece sounded like a burst of gibberish. It seemed to be a woman's voice, but it was sharp, hoarse, and difficult to distinguish what was being said; it just gave one a feeling of being supernatural. Amon frowned and cut off the communication. He stood up and groped forward.

At first, there was darkness before his eyes, and it still looked like an abandoned student dormitory. But as he proceeded along the old corridor covered in spiderwebs, after walking for a while, he discovered at some point that the corridor was suddenly no longer so old, but had turned into exquisite and luxurious decorations, though the light was even dimmer.

He seemed to recognize this corridor, and his pupils couldn't help but contract slightly.

As if possessed, he followed the corridor forward.

There was a room ahead, with the door ajar.

A young man stood at the doorway.

A red-haired youth; although not old, his eyes held a tenacity and sinister quality that seemed not to belong to his age.

Amon recognized him; that was himself.

A younger version of himself.

The young Amon pushed open the door, walked slowly inside, and came to that bed.

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On the bed was a youth with an even more immature appearance. He kept his eyes tightly shut, his face pale, connected to life-support equipment, and wearing a ventilator.

That was his younger brother.

Amon's beloved brother, yet also the greatest shadow of his life.

Amon Garlem was originally an orphan, or perhaps calling him an orphan was an understatement. He was a refugee from an extremely impoverished area, living a life of starvation, originally only waiting to die.

But his luck turned, and a heaven-sent opportunity found him. He got the chance to be chosen as the adopted son of the chairman of the Garlem conglomerate and was groomed as the heir to the conglomerate.

Since then, he worked desperately hard and did not fail the chairman's expectations. His growth speed was astonishing, reaching the world's top level in various fields, and he was called a person possessing the "Capacity of a King."

But unexpectedly, later on, the chairman had a biological son. That was Amon's younger brother, Sid.

And so, naturally, the chairman's biological son obtained the right of inheritance, while Amon, who was originally more suitable and capable in every aspect, could only wholeheartedly assist Sid.

Amon loved his younger brother very much and was willing to give his life for him.

But if things continued this way, it would be impossible for him to inherit the conglomerate; he would only be able to live as his brother's shadow for the rest of his life, doing all the dirty and tiring work the conglomerate needed for his brother.

More importantly, this way he would never have the chance to realize the grand ambition in his heart that was more important than his own life.

But Sid had been in poor health since childhood and was always sickly.

The scene Amon was facing now was one of the countless opportunities he had had—

—pull out the breathing tube, turn off the life-support equipment; even if it were just for a moment, his brother would die.

As long as it was handled properly and covered up well—which Amon's abilities could fully accomplish—his brother would die of illness, and he could logically take back his throne.

The red-haired youth stood at the head of the bed, looking at his beloved brother on the bed, and did not move for a long time.

"... Kill him, and you can become King."

A voice sounded behind Amon.

"So that's how it is, Amon Garlem, is this the darkness in your heart?"

Amon: "!"

The world spun, and both the sickbed and the red-haired youth disappeared into a vortex. Amon, having regained his senses, turned his head abruptly to see a young man standing behind him with his hands behind his back, smiling warmly.

But Amon's expression immediately became solemn.

King of Games... Fujiki You Xuan.

(End of chapter)