The Dark Zone of the Spirit World Dimension.
A pair of eyes slowly opened.
"Back?" a gloomy voice asked.
After a moment of silence, The Wicked Eraser spoke.
"Yeah."
The second Wicked God, Source of Fear, asked, "How did it go?"
Obliterator answered vaguely, "It was all right."
Source of Fear said, "You failed."
Obliterator: "."
For a moment, he had no reply.
This had indeed been beyond his expectations. In fact, all the recent developments had exceeded their predictions. In their original plan, the three Wicked Gods should have been able to run rampant in the human world of this era, slaughtering whoever they pleased. Yet only a few steps into their return, they had met setbacks everywhere.
First, they had repeatedly suffered at the hands of a human Duel King. Now, they had casually run into a student at Duel Academy and suffered another defeat. Even the Wicked Gods could not help questioning their divine existence. Had they been sealed for too long and grown weak, or were monsters of this caliber everywhere now?
They were mighty Wicked Gods—how could they fail to beat anyone they picked a fight with?
After returning, Obliterator grew angrier the more he thought about it. The more he thought, the less willing he was to swallow this humiliation. He stood again. "No, I was careless last time.
This time, I will take that brat and his spirit together."
"Save it."
An even gloomier voice came from deeper within the darkness.
Obliterator trembled all over upon hearing Big Brother speak and immediately lowered his head, not daring to answer.
"The great battle is at hand. Conserve your strength," The Wicked Avatar said. "Even when our avatars act outside, it still costs mental and spiritual energy. You are already the weakest among us. If