"Big Eye... That Big Eye actually..."
Yamada Ken knelt on the ground in the standard pose of a repentant murderer, his hands braced against the floor, eyes wide and face filled with shock.
This was the power of a Number, the strongest ace Dr. Fika had granted him. Simply holding the card let him feel an endless stream of power welling up from within, and every Draw a Card gave him an inexplicable sense that he possessed the power to rewrite the future through his draws.
Yet even with such power, he had still lost.
And it was not merely a defeat. It was a complete, utterly one-sided loss. By the time his opponent claimed victory, he still had an endless supply of cards in hand, endless Counter Traps to set, and an angel whose attack could rise infinitely alongside those Counter Traps.
Even if Yamada Ken had miraculously survived this turn, it would not have changed anything.
Even if the duel had continued, he would have had to keep painfully activating spell negations, activating trap negations, and watching his summoned Monsters get blown up...
Right, even his Draw a Card could be negated.
Negate, negate, and more negate. Why the hell did he not just negate Duelists from taking the field altogether? How was anyone supposed to play against that?
This thing was the Duel King of this dimension?
A Duel King was supposed to represent the face of a dimension, and he used angels that were supposed to symbolize a bright and righteous path. Yet when such an originally sunny and domineering combination started dueling, it could become this shamelessly irritating and cowardly. What kind of style this dimension had was obvious at a glance.
Kira seemed to notice that the Duelists he had bullied into utter despair