As the Stitched Beast Man's HP dropped to zero, the layout of the stage rapidly began to collapse.
In less than half a minute, the entire theater vanished into thin air before their eyes.
Amid a bout of extremely agonized wails, the Stitched Beast Man dissolved right before them into a puddle of black, putrid corpse fluid that stank to high heaven.
In the Game Zone, rules outweighed everything. Even as their creator, he still had to bear the cost of losing a duel.
"..."
Watching the Duel Disk in his hand and the deck materialized from his memories slowly fade away, Bai Zhi's feelings were rather complicated.
To be fair, he had enjoyed this duel from the start until near the very end, but that mishap just had to occur at the finish.
Whenever he recalled the resentful look a certain White-haired loli's phantom had thrown at him before fading away—the kind that clearly said, I'll settle the score with you when we get back—he couldn't feel happy no matter what.
Really, it would have been fine if nobody else had known about something like this. The problem was that there had been a whole crowd of people behind him at the time, all eager for gossip. Who knew how they would spin the story afterward?
His reputation might even sink further, with the rumors growing more and more outrageous...
—For him, what had happened today was absolutely scandalous history.
...Should he silence them all?
After a moment of contemplation, Bai Zhi turned a slightly strange gaze toward the people behind him.
Since he couldn't solve the problem, he could try solving the people who had created it. Silencing witnesses was admittedly a little unethical, but didn't he still have that Wooden Fish a certain monk had given him