Chapter 757: The Foundation of the Tower
Chapter 757: The Foundation of the Tower
"Ah!"
Cark Dixon staggered back, his face paling as he struggled to remain standing.
His stubborn determination was evident. Now he understood. When the other party mentioned his level, it was genuinely without any hint of mockery, merely a statement of fact.
Only now did he realize that before this person, he was merely a lowly minion.
This was the power of Sword Dueling.
"But this is just the tip of the iceberg."
Melo slowly approached.
"This deck possesses abilities beyond your comprehension. Unfortunately, at your level, you'll likely never have the chance to witness more."
Cark Dixon clenched his teeth, struggling to stand, his lips trembling, and his body shaking.
He could only manage to lift his head with great effort.
"What do you really want?" Cark asked with difficulty, "You've already obtained the deck you desired, haven't you? Why come back? Why seek out the International Fantasy Society...cough, cough."
"What do you mean?"
Melo stopped in front of him, the Duel Disk already retracted, returning to its cane form.
He tapped Cark's head with the cane in a mocking gesture and smiled lightly.
"As a top Card Professor under the International Fantasy Society, you should understand how this world truly operates, shouldn't you?" Melo asked, "From the moment your Professor Bekas unearthed the 3000-year-old Duel Monster Slate in ancient Egypt, the fate of this world began to change.
Duel Monster Cards, from the start, were merely a game popular in the streets and alleys, but gradually, they began to influence the world.
First, the 3000-year-old artifacts displayed the ability to manipulate minds and destroy the world.
Then, they influenced technology, as cards were applied in various fields, causing this world's technology to advance in a decade what would have taken several decades."
"What are you trying to say?" Cark breathed heavily.
Melo looked at him indifferently.
"The key point is that the International Fantasy Society is merely a card entertainment company on the surface. But in reality, over the years, they've established deep collaborations with astronomy, physics, military technology, and various other fields, becoming the core enterprise of this world.
To truly bring a world to its knees, you must start by targeting its heart."
At this moment, Cark's consciousness was barely holding on to lucidity, his vision filled with endless light, as if everything in the world was being devoured by that pure light.
When he heard the other party's words, he suddenly raised his head: "You, you're the Light..."
"That's right. Your International Fantasy Society was the first to notice our existence. Indeed. We are the existence you named 'Light Wave'."
Melo admitted without hesitation.
"Sairei Takamoku misunderstood from the beginning. He sought a weapon to destroy the surface, but such a thing was never destined to succeed.
The International Fantasy Society is the foundation of this tower, and it will also become the beginning of its downfall."
"This won't happen," Cark's consciousness blurred, "You can't..."
But his last words were left unfinished, his head drooping.
"Of course, I can, and you will help me," Melo said calmly.
"Now, I need a small favor from you. Take me to Bekas J. Crovado."
A few seconds of silence passed.
Then, Cark Dixon slowly raised his head again. In that fleeting moment, his hair had turned pure white, and his eyes shone with a white glow.
"No problem.
The gentle waves caressed the island, surrounded by lush greenery. A luxurious castle stood in the center of the island, housing an elegant yet lavish villa. Sunlight streamed through the intricate glass dome, illuminating every corner as if lighting up this palace by the sea.
The villa's backyard led to a private beach with soft sand, and a sparkling private pool nestled in between, resembling a giant blue gemstone. The pool's clear waters reflected the white pebbles lining its edges, while the air carried a subtle scent of flowers and sea salt.
Bekas J. Crovado leisurely lounged in a spacious white wicker chair, clad in a soft grayish-white bathrobe with its collar half-open, holding a crystal-clear glass of red wine. The deep crimson liquid glistened in the fading sunlight, exuding an enticing hue.
This place was where the legend began, the island where the First Duel Kingdom Championship was held. It was here that Yuugi Mutou, the Father of Duel Monsters, had defeated him and claimed the title of Duel King for the first time.
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But that was a decade ago. Looking back, Bekas couldn't help but smile at the memory of being dethroned by that young man. He thought of his wife, whom he couldn't save, and felt a sense of relief.
He had long retired and let go of the past. Nowadays, except for matters like the Ultimate D Card that threatened global safety, he had handed over the management of daily affairs to his two adopted sons.
Recently, news arrived that the Light of Destruction, which had been residing in Sairei Takumo's body, was defeated by the current Duel King, You Xuan. It seemed that the missing Ultimate D, gone for ten years, had been found by the Duel King, bringing the matter to a close.
"The younger generation is truly awe-inspiring," Bekas said, taking a sip of wine and basking in the sun, his eyes narrowing.
Duel King You Xuan, though they had little interaction, seemed like an intriguing man.
For some reason, through indirect knowledge of this person, Bekas couldn't help but associate him with the first Duel King, Yuugi Mutou. But it wasn't the Dark Yugi Pharaoh that people imagined; it was the present-day persona.
As the first boss who had faced the first Duel King, Bekas understood the difference between the two personalities better than outsiders. They seemed like the same person, but their dueling styles and even their mere presence were completely different.
The dark persona he first encountered exuded the aura of a king from the start, and his duels would exert an invisible pressure on his opponents.
The other persona, often overlooked, initially appeared to Bekas as merely a vessel for the king, an ordinary weakling. But soon, he realized that even the weak appearance was part of the trap, just like his duels. By the time you realized it, you were already trapped, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to escape.
"It would be quite interesting to introduce Game Boy to You Xuan Boy someday," muttered retired Bekas, chuckling to himself.
A voice from behind startled him.
"The meeting of two generations of Duel Kings? It's indeed an intriguing idea, but Mr. Bekas, it's best to worry about your own matters for now."
Bekas frowned and turned towards the voice. Melo walked into his private courtyard, approaching the pool with a smile, meeting his gaze.
"You?" Bekas asked coldly. "Why are you here?"
"It's not a big deal," Melo shrugged, narrowing her eyes. "I just need to borrow your throne for a bit."
(End of Chapter)
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