"How could this be?"
Max began questioning his entire existence.
I lost? Even with a Deck like this, with power like this, I still lost?
"Why?" Max could not understand. "Wind-Up's power should have been unstoppable. I went first and wiped out your entire hand. You should have had no cards left to use. How could this... why...?"
"That's what I was saying." Kira shrugged and stepped forward. "It's true that a Deck is a divine weapon. Naturally, someone with a stronger weapon has an advantage.
"But before that, winning a Duel depends on the Duelist, not just the Deck. What threat could even the most powerful weapon pose in the hands of a three-year-old child?"
Max stared blankly. "A three-year-old child... me?"
No wonder the other side had shown no sign of nervousness whatsoever, even after having his opening hand completely wiped out and facing Max's ironclad formation.
No wonder he had been so lazy and unmotivated from beginning to end, always grinning when he spoke, as though he had never understood the situation he was in.
After all this, it turned out that the one who had failed to understand the situation had been Max himself.
Max's consciousness began to fade as he felt darkness gradually swallowing him whole.
From this man's perspective, Max had probably been nothing more than a clueless brat from beginning to end. That was why he had seemed so relaxed.
"Don't get cocky too soon." With his last strength, Max said, "You defeated me, but... cough, cough... the commander is far stronger than I am. He—"
"Commander? Oh, you mean that guy just now? Then I suppose your commander also uses some Deck that transcends this era."
Kira had already picked up the Millennium Puzzle that had fallen nearby. He smiled.
"In that