If he really did that, and actually succeeded...
He might one day simply vanish while walking down the street.
But there was nothing wrong with the idea itself. It was merely a matter of balance.
In other words.
He could find a way to create such a trend, but he absolutely could not allow it to come to fruition in the end.
As long as Dark Dimon remained in a state of being "highly likely to become the Hero," he could draw the Valkyrie's attention away to the greatest extent possible.
But this balance was extremely difficult to control.
Charles swiftly organized his thoughts, his eyes never leaving the arena.
On the field, Dark and Jeffrey had already drawn five Magitech Cards each from the tops of their shuffled decks.
Though their expressions differed, both had focused their full attention on the duel itself.
Thirty seconds was actually very little time.
Every moment of distraction could waste precious thinking time.
"If the final assessment doesn't count, it's been over three months since my last official duel, hasn't it?"
The thought merely flashed through Dark's mind before he looked at the five Magitech Cards in his hand.
[Meowth]
[Magic Phantom Beast: Eevee]
[Hawlucha]
[Gatomon]
[Primordial Dragon Egg]
"Five Magic Spirit Cards in my opening hand!"
Dark was slightly taken aback by this situation, which he had never encountered before.
In contrast, Angus Jeffrey's lips curled up slightly as he suddenly raised his head to look at him.
The spectators watching them closely immediately stirred, instinctively believing that the young master of the Dimon household had likely drawn a "dead hand."
Some of those on poor terms with the Dimon family could not help but sneer inwardly.
Meanwhile, those who had taken a liking to Dark because of the Valkyrie could not