"What a joke."
Diwein's eyes widened as his body slowly, helplessly toppled backward.
The Malefic Deck had casually, almost playfully, kept spitting out all kinds of absurdly overpowered monsters. He had already decided it was definitely some goddamn privileged Deck, something that scoundrel Godwin had printed using his authority.
It was utterly goddamn shameless.
But even so, he had defended against it. He had defended against everything.
Yet this bastard had immediately pulled out something called... Catapult Turtle!
It was this lousy turtle. It looked harmless enough, like complete cannon fodder, yet with what seemed like a casual wave of its hand, it had given him the darkest, most hopeless experience of his life.
The number on his Life Point display dropped to 0. Diwein's skin gradually lost its color, turning transparent from his fingertips onward, as though being devoured by an invisible force. His Life Force slipped away like fine sand through his fingers, every breath accompanied by searing pain.
In despair, he realized that he was going to die.
Every cell in his body rejected his commands. All his functions were gradually shutting down. Even the strength to cry out one last time had been stripped away, leaving only the cold reflection of that officer before him in his pupils. Like a white devil, he watched Diwein die without the slightest ripple of emotion.
But he couldn't accept it.
He still had ambitions left unfinished, a cause left incomplete. He had Brain Controlled so many Psychic Duelists, so many powerful Duelists with extraordinary abilities who could easily blow an entire street apart. With just a few keywords, he could make every one of them obey his every command.
Yet after all those preparations, all those years of scheming, he had not even gotten the chance to use any