"Ahhh—"
Hit head-on by Chimeratech Fortress Dragon's six thousand attack points, Placido was sent sprawling, his eyes wide as he questioned his entire existence.
Impossible.
He had actually been one-shot?
He had summoned his invincible divine intellect in a single turn, only to be One-Turn Killed in a single turn.
Chimeratech Fortress Dragon... what the hell was that supposed to be?
Why could one card unconditionally devour all five of his Meklord Emperors?
It swallowed five Monsters in one gulp, then came straight at his face with six thousand attack points. How the hell was anyone supposed to fight that?
Even more infuriatingly, Luciano, supposedly his companion, was clutching his stomach and laughing so hard he doubled over, tears streaming from his eyes. It was as though the frustration of being one-shot by Chimeratech Fortress Dragon himself not long ago had been completely swept away.
Placido darkened. "Is it really that funny?"
But the moment he spoke, Luciano laughed even harder. Even Jose, the steadiest of the trio, who had been standing there with a stern face, suddenly seemed to let out a strange sound as though he could barely hold it in.
Sure enough, sharing was life's greatest pleasure. Good brothers were supposed to share not only joy, but pain too—or, more accurately in this case, transfer pain.
Once the pain was transferred from oneself to a teammate, one naturally became happy.
Placido was furious and deeply unconvinced, muttering something indistinctly. It was hard to make out, but it was probably complaints about that damned Fortress Dragon hard-countering his Meklord Emperors, about how it was unreasonable for it to devour the opponent's materials, and how it was an unfair victory.
Kira laughed. "Then what's the difference between you using Meklord Emperors to absorb Synchro Monsters, calling yourself a 'Synchro