"Ah, Set, you should get up too."
Yugi finally realized what he'd forgotten and couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Yes," Set said, saluting and getting to his feet.
Mahad seemed to suddenly remember something and turned his head abruptly: "Mana, what are you doing in a place like this?"
Mana, who was quietly preparing to sneak away, got such a fright she jumped, bringing with her a whole bunch of shadow sculptures from behind her.
She was calculating how to reduce her presence and run away before her master noticed, casting a simple spell to make her group look like just dark outlines, blending perfectly into the shadows of the environment...
...but she was still caught by her master.
At that moment, when Mahad called them out, they all jumped out in their dark silhouettes, looking just like the Black Shadows from Conan, hilariously funny.
Wow, the Black Shadows have extended their part-time job from the detective scene to the card-playing scene?
Youyu had watched some of Conan, this classic animation, and had a strong impression of the silhouette people who had haunted the childhood of countless people. He remembered reading on a forum that someone said the real mastermind throughout the series was actually the Black Shadow. "Detective Conan" was actually about the main character Conan using his glib tongue and brain control to make countless people scapegoats, repeatedly helping Black Shadow cover up crimes...
Mana clutched her little skirt, her face full of anxiety.
Caught by the master again, what to do now?
Maybe pretend to be just passing by...
But before she could speak, her new friend Jie fearlessly took the fall: "It's my fault, totally because I said I wanted to drink that magic soup, that's why we're here..."
Liangcheng was shocked, thinking to himself, "Damn Jie, you're so good at taking the blame?" So he also quickly stepped up: "No, it should be my fault, please don't blame Miss Mana! I'm the one who knocked out the cook..."
Listening to the two of them talking nonsense, Mahad seemed to have somewhat figured out what had happened. He turned around with a stern face: "Mana!"
Mana covered her face and looked elsewhere.
She felt these new friends were good people, very kind and enthusiastic, but unfortunately, their brains might not work very well...
Youyu opened the forum again, glanced at the no-negotiation-for-80 temporary livestream room, then went to Yugi: "I've basically got a lead on Bakura now."
Yugi's eyes brightened: "Do you?"
He felt genuinely lucky to have Youyu by his side in this Memory World, otherwise, if it was just him in this Darkness Game, he might have been purely passive.
"Yes, there are clues." Youyu said, "But we still have to be careful, Bakura has help on his side too. A small part of Marik's dark personality soul is left in the Millennium Ring, and it seems to have followed Bakura to this Memory World."
"Marik?" Yugi was surprised.
The six-year-old expression emperor wasn't done for yet?
"Yes, be a little cautious, the enemy is not just Bakura alone."
"Got it."
"Then let's prepare a bit." Youyu glanced at the streaming room on the forum again, confirming the location, "It's time for us to take action."
...
At this time, the temporary registration streaming room of no-negotiation-for-80 had reached its peak popularity. Clearly, the content he was streaming and the title were quite eye-catching – the room title was "Picking Up Trash at the Great Evil God's House."
Earlier today, Bakura had vigorously led his Undead Legion to raid the tomb of former King Aknamkanon. They had seized a huge pile of gold and jewels and even dragged the casket of the former Pharaoh back.
Living the life of looting and pillaging, after chewing garlic for so many days, he was finally considered a rich man!
If this weren't an RPG game but ancient reality, what he had taken from the Pharaoh's Tomb would be more than enough to support one person's extravagance for a lifetime.
"Hmph, what a waste. These Pharaohs, even in death, need to be buried with so many good things."
As he spoke, Bakura was standing with his foot on the poor Pharaoh's coffin lid, while ravenously devouring a piece of raw beef.
Yes, now he not only didn't have to chew garlic, but he was even eating beef!
Congratulations, indeed.
"Exactly, exactly."
No-negotiation-for-80 echoed like a sycophant from behind, simultaneously tossing a sapphire into the burlap sack he was holding.
"But you're really cautious." Marik said, folding his arms and speaking from the side with a hint of sarcasm, "So much preparation just to finally face the Pharaoh... and even ending up with nothing.
I remember you said the victory condition was the seven Millennium Items? Heh, at this pace, getting all seven won't be easy."
"Shut up," Bakura gave him a sidelong glance, taking a fierce bite of raw beef, "I'm just waiting for the right moment."
"Excellent hunters always wait for the perfect opportunity, only fools rush in to give themselves away." No-negotiation-for-80 continued to kiss up, while tossing piece after piece of gold into his sack.
Bakura just pretended not to see.
"Don't worry, Marik, you'll get your chance for revenge." Bakura smiled, "I remember you were defeated by that Duel King Youyu? You must have a score to settle with him, right?"
"Hmph." Marik didn't deny it.
Back in Duel City, it was Youyu who had broken his "God Phoenix" combo, leaving him in this current sorry state. He did have a score to settle.
Besides, Bakura had already tested the waters with this action. The Three Egyptian God's cards seemed to be in Yugi's possession. It's well known that the Divine Cards are unique, meaning Youyu shouldn't have any of the Egyptian God Cards now.
The six-year-old believed this Memory World was the perfect stage for his revenge!
Bakura glanced at him sideways, internally sneering.
In his view, Marik was just cannon fodder, a tool to help him test the enemy's strength.
Ever since the idea popped up that "Youyu might be Holactie the Creator of Light's avatar," the Great Evil God had been unable to eat or drink properly, terribly nervous.
The other day, he took a nap, and in his dreams, he dreamt of gathering the seven Millennium Items, finally opening the gates of the Netherworld after three thousand years to welcome revival.
But just as the gates of the Netherworld opened, there stood the Great Evil God Sock at the entrance, only to see Youyu standing there with his mischievous grin, peering down from the Mortal World at him, with the shining "Holactie the Creator of Light" behind him.
"Yo," dream-Youyu smiled and waved at him, "Finally awake? How about a little showdown?"
So the Great Evil God thought about it and then silently slipped back into the Netherworld... even closing the door behind him.
Alright, although he kept telling himself that the "Holactie avatar" thing was just his unfounded paranoia, the mere imagination of the possibility horrified him.
He had to confirm this Youyu's identity!
But if the opponent really was Holactie, he felt a bit scared to probe.
So the bold six-year-old became the perfect candidate!
Bakura sneaked a glance at the smug six-year-old, inwardly sneering.
Hmph, just a six-year-old after all, still willing to count money after being sold out.
Meanwhile, no-negotiation-for-80's bag had already been stuffed full. But he skillfully tied a knot at the bag's opening, then, out of nowhere, pulled out another burlap sack, spread it open, and threw an Alchemy Statue into it.
It looked like he was set on emptying out the Great Evil God's lair.
Bakura's forehead started showing veins.
If I don't say anything, you really think I don't exist, huh?