Actually, in this Darkness Game, Bakura doesn't exactly have no advantage.
First, the enemy is in the light while he's in the dark, which makes this his greatest advantage. Dark Yugi plays the role of the Pharaoh, which grants him immense power and a wealth of resources, but also makes him the biggest, most conspicuous target on the map.
In contrast, Yugi doesn't even know what role Bakura is playing in this game and can only passively wait to be attacked.
Secondly, as the avatar of the Great Evil God Sock, Bakura actually does have resources to utilize in this game.
He comes with the power to summon the "Undead Legion" at any time, which allows him to call upon a mass of zombie warriors for his use. His warriors feel no pain, never tire, and are much stronger than ordinary humans...
At this moment, the stone beneath Bakura shook a bit.
He looked down to find one of the dumb-headed undead in his legion had somehow managed to dig right under where his master was sitting, mechanically shoveling away at the stone underneath Bakura's rear end, looking like a fool...
Bakura: @%!&#
After all, they're a bunch of The Walking Dead, so he can accept a bit of stupidity. But the problem is...
...this bunch of fools are just too darn stupid!
Actually, this wasn't the worst.
On Bakura's first night in the Memory World, during a surprise attack, he unfortunately encountered an Egyptian Army led by a nearby Apprentice Priest.
Without a Duel Disc at the time, Bakura couldn't summon Monsters, so he summoned his Undead Legion and gave them the order to "charge."
So his undead indeed charged forward with unstoppable momentum, piercing through the entire Egyptian army like a spear...
...then continued running to the horizon beyond, leaving their head of thieves, clad only in shorts, stunned in place...
At this point, Marik was laughing heartily beside him.
"Bakura, seems like your servants aren't too bright, huh."
"Shut up!" Bakura kicked the idiot who had dug underneath him back into the pit, "It's not your place to comment."
If it were before, Dark Marik would definitely have mocked a couple more lines just for fun. Honestly, seeing Bakura's embarrassment mysteriously made him happy. But then he remembered that his lifeline was still in Bakura's hands, so he held his tongue and stayed silent.
He wisely shifted the topic: "By the way, what have you been digging around for these past two days?"
He was indeed curious.
Bakura's itinerary after entering the Memory World was basically running back and forth along a specific route, frequently having the Undead Legion dig on the spot, busily working all day without knowing what he was digging for.
Bakura smiled mysteriously, "Heh. Thanks to that old guy Dartz, who lived for ten thousand years, he really found quite a few valuables.
From the legacy he left behind, I found some ultimate trump cards which will be our greatest asset in this game... no, it should be the key to certain victory!"
"Oh? So what are those?"
Bakura glanced at him, chuckled, and opened the ancient golden Duel Disc in his hand.
He raised his arm high, and the Duel Disc flashed with a golden light. A beam of gold shot into the sky, and shortly after, a giant stone slab fell according to the call of the golden beam, crashing down in front of Marik.
Marik saw the creature engraved on the slab clearly, and his expression faltered slightly: "This is..."
Bakura was satisfied with his reaction. He put away the Duel Disc, and the stone slab quickly turned into points of light and dissipated.
"Exactly, this is the reason for my sure victory," he said confidently, "before I am fully resurrected and regain my body, this power will sweep all!"
After a pause, he looked at Marik and gave a slight smile.
"Of course, your power is also indispensable. Born from darkness, even the gods once submitted to you. You will be my most important support in this game!"
Bakura spoke these words, but inside he thought—
—Yeah right.
You're a six-year-old novice who, aside from dirty tricks, relies on your 24K pure gold bird (referring to Winged Dragon of Ra).
Now without the bird, what are you even worth?
Well, since manpower is really lacking now, I'll let him serve as cannon fodder for now...
Marik was flattered by him briefly and laughed out loud with a grumble.
"Our goals are the same... at least we both wish for the Nameless Pharaoh to disappear forever into the abyss of his memory." His lips curved into a theatrical smile, "Hehe, Bakura Ryou, from the first meeting, I realized your extraordinary power. Us two together will create the ultimate darkness, where everything in this world will be trapped and utterly annihilated!"
Marik, pressured by survival, returned the flattery generously to Bakura, but he thought—
—Trash.
Just a defeated opponent of mine, acting the part, but in a game never seen you win.
While calculating secretly, Marik was contemplating using this "Ultimate Darkness Game" to seize Bakura's body when the opportunity arose, and then he could make a comeback!
Bakura glanced at him, nibbling on a half garlic in his hand... well okay, he said it's mangosteen (who knows?), then chuckled: "Heh, that's right, together no one in the world will be our match!"
He stood up. The dark duo shook each other's hands, reaching an agreement of strong alliance, but at the same time, each held ulterior motives...
Just as the two major dark forces reached an agreement and shook hands to express goodwill, they suddenly felt the stone beneath them tremble again.
Bakura's face darkened, and he glanced down, realizing that another dumb zombie from his Undead Legion had dug right beneath his feet...
Six-year-old really wanted to laugh at the sight but feared that Bakura might tear his last remaining soul fragment apart in fury, holding his laughter with difficulty...
Bakura jumped down from the big stone with a dark expression, holding back the urge to rip these useless minions apart.
Honestly, his Undead Legion was really somewhat useless. Not mentioning their lack of intelligence, their individual combat power was really just mediocre. Even the whole legion might not be a match for Jonouchi and Honda, the two delinquent duo...
But soon Bakura realized he actually misunderstood this dim-witted subordinate.
He noticed that the zombie was opening and closing its mouth, "Ah ah ah" sounded, and was stiffly gesturing with the shovel in its hand, as if trying to point something out.
Bakura turned, followed in that direction, and only then did he discover that two unexpected guests had arrived...
...and they were two individuals whose artistic style was completely different from the NPCs of this world.
Saying they are Ancient Egyptians... definitely not, their attire and appearance do not fit.
But saying they are random intruders... also seems off. Because Bakura felt no sane person would be here dressed in a white vest, flip-flops, with a giant gold chain hanging around their neck, making it feel like they wandered onto the wrong film set.
Nonetheless, Bakura quickly determined that these two had intruded from the real world as Duelists—because this era certainly doesn't have their high-end Duel Discs.
One person was quite excited: "Whoa! Did we just run straight into the BOSS!?"