Chapter 939: Which Side Is Hell?

【Kro/Jack/You Xuan, LP0】

Kro staggered back two steps, knelt on one knee, his expression somewhat disheartened.

“Lost.”

Three against one, all three combined their strength, even borrowing power from the Red Dragon—and more than once. In previous duels, the Red Dragon had appeared at most once; as soon as the “Savior Dragon” was summoned, it was always an instant kill. But this time, the Red Dragon summoned twice, and both the Savior Star Dragon and Savior Demon Dragon appeared—and still, they lost.

Although he had long acknowledged that his opponent was far stronger than him, he never expected that even their combined efforts would end this way; Kro still felt disheartened.

Is the gap really this wide?

So there are duelists this strong in the world?

Yes, Kro had never before imagined that such a powerful being existed. He had always been confident in his own strength, especially after seeing his former companions You Xuan and Jack achieve the title of “Duel King” in the city, leading him to think, “Duelists in the city aren’t that impressive.”

At that time, he believed that even if he wasn’t among the absolute top in the world, he was certainly among the elite. Even opponents stronger than him would find it no easy task to defeat him.

But today’s battle proved that there are always stronger people beyond the mountains and heavens—this world harbored terrifyingly powerful beings in realms he had never known. Even with three against one, if he faced this man alone, wouldn’t he be crushed like a punching bag?

Then he recalled the words You Xuan had spoken during the duel.

“Blackwings… is what I know of Blackwings merely the tip of the iceberg?” Kro murmured.

He had always believed he had fully unlocked the potential of Blackwings—at least, his mastery over this deck was among the most authoritative in the dueling world. But today, for the first time, someone challenged his view, telling him that even for the Blackwings he took pride in, he truly didn’t understand them at all.

Could Blackwings still improve?

“All three of you are strong. No doubt—you are already among the top duelists of this era.”

You Xuan stood atop the altar and spoke.

“But more important than your strength is your infinite potential. You can still grow stronger, go further. Yet our ability to help you is limited—how far each of you can go depends entirely on yourselves.”

You Xuan: “.”

Well, You Xuan said this merely to spur them on—it wasn’t truly entirely up to them.

You Xuan’s mission here was temporarily complete. Next, the 5Ds team would likely throw themselves wholeheartedly into seeking paths to grow stronger, pursuing their own evolution.

Then it would be time for Antinomy, Zone’s number-one fanboy and mentor, to appear. Antinomy would reveal to You Xuan the secret of Accelerated Synchro and show him the path ahead, step by step.

Zone truly went to great lengths for the protagonists.

But if so, then my own mission is also complete—I should be able to return and report soon.

You Xuan pondered, turned his head toward the distance, toward the site of the old perpetual motion machine in Satellite District, where the dazzling light erupted from its destruction.

Oh right, it’s not over yet—not completely finished.

There’s still one last thing—or rather, a small favor.

“Success!”

The Lord of Chaos’s Netherworld was ecstatic.

He could vaguely sense the commotion outside, peering through the rift between dimensions at the grand ceremony atop the altar.

This life-or-death battle against the Dragon Sealers, the ritual to open the Netherworld’s gate, had finally ended. And judging by the outcome, it seemed his side had won!

Of course, saying “his side” wasn’t entirely accurate. The man named Godwin bore no Dark Signer mark—he wasn’t truly one of them. But he had stood upon the ritual altar, initiated this duel, and defeated the Red Dragon’s minions, the Dragon Sealers—this was undeniable fact.

Whether he was a Dark Signer didn’t matter; what mattered was that he appeared to harbor allegiance to him. So when the Netherworld’s gate opened, he wouldn’t mind bestowing his power and authority upon this man—even enfeoffing him as a general to suppress the mortal realm after the Netherworld’s dominion over it.

The Lord of Chaos was thrilled.

Here it comes!

Countless cycles had passed. In history, he had clashed with the Red Dragon’s faction again and again—and lost again and again. He himself had lost count of how many ten thousand years had passed, but finally, this day had arrived.

I! Lord of the Netherworld! Descend!

A rift tore open in the chaos. The success of the ritual resonated with the radiant light from the ruined perpetual motion machine in Satellite District—and the dimensional gate slowly, steadily, began to crack open.

Unable to wait for the rift to fully open, the Lord of Chaos could no longer contain himself—he shoved his head into the fissure, forcing it wider, desperate to peer into the alluring world beyond.

Then he saw them: three colossal figures—red, gold, and blue—forming a circle around the rift, their three pairs of eyes fixed unblinkingly upon him.

Lord of Chaos: “.”

Divine Flame Emperor x Phantom Demon Emperor x Thunder Descending Emperor: “.”

Before he could ask any question, the three brothers surged forward, pinning down the barely emerged head.

The rift was still narrow; the Lord of Chaos could barely extrude a dark, indistinct head, while the rest of his body remained trapped on the other side, unable to move. The three brothers seized his head and unleashed a barrage of attacks, leaving him flailing wildly behind, utterly unable to retaliate.

The Lord of Chaos was terrified. He never expected the other side to be three lunatics—he tried desperately to pull his head back. But the three brothers, once they had him, weren’t letting go. The Divine Flame Emperor clamped his jaws onto the head and refused to release it; the other two seized the opportunity to unleash Heaven’s Torment Fist and the Lost Joy Thunderbolt in rapid succession, hammering the Lord of Chaos until he was dazed and disoriented.

The Lord of Chaos was stunned.

Wait—this outside shouldn’t be the mortal realm? Isn’t this supposed to be a beautiful world waiting for me to conquer?

Which side is actually hell?

The next moment, with his head pinned and unable to retreat, he caught sight of a faint figure slowly rising in the center, hovering midair, between the three towering giants.

To him, the figure appeared tiny—like a human. Yet under the combined power of the Three Phantom Demons, that human radiated an aura of demonic might that seemed even greater than his own!

The Lord of Chaos was shocked.

What is that thing? Wasn’t this supposed to be a mortal seeking my power, who summoned me through the ritual?

“You’ve come—don’t think you can leave so easily.”

You Xuan floated behind the Three Phantom Demons, smiling.

“At least leave something behind before you go.”

(End of Chapter)