"My Turn, draw!"
Becta slammed down the Spell Card he had drawn.
"Spell Card, 'Xyz Treasure.' Draw cards from the Deck equal to the number of Xyz Monsters on the field!"
There were currently two Xyz Monsters on the field: "Great Queen Aromage" and "Heliotrope Guardian." Both monsters emitted light, which gathered into Becta's hand.
"Draw two cards from the Deck!"
Becta's eyes were already bloodshot.
He would not lose, and he could not lose. Victory was his greatest desire, and the meaning of his existence.
In truth, Becta's life as a Barian had not exactly been perfect either.
He had never had many friends in this world, even as a child, but that was only natural. He had been a born traitor and liar. Everyone knew he lied habitually, and anyone who tried to entrust him with their true heart would meet no good end.
Even the Little Friends around him in childhood knew they should stay away from someone like him.
There had only ever been one exception.
There had been one Barian boy whose name Becta could no longer remember. While everyone else had kept their distance from Becta, only that innocent boy had extended a hand to him.
"Want to play together?"
"You look like you don't have any friends."
Young Becta had been a little surprised.
It had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him first.
After hesitating for a moment, he had taken the boy's hand.
That had once been a period that could be called happy, even Becta had to admit it. For a brief moment, he had even wondered whether this was what brothers were supposed to be.
But that time had ultimately come to an end.
On the day Becta tricked his "brother" out of his