The cold wind howled, and the air around the substation seemed to have been sucked away in that instant.
Jinzo maintained his imposing card-drawing pose with his arm raised high, his mechanical knuckles trembling stiffly in midair.
That card should have been his hope for a counterattack. Yet before he could even see its face, an enormous, withered spectral hand slapped it straight into the Graveyard slot right before his eyes!
"Bzzzt-bzzzt-"
The high-voltage conduits behind Jinzo's head violently spat erratic purple sparks.
An overwhelming sense of frustration surged from his mechanical chest straight to the top of his head, stifling him until his blue-gray metal face nearly twisted out of shape.
As a high-ranking psychic spirit awakened in ancient ruins, he had fought countless duelists who thought highly of themselves, and had torn apart and devoured untold numbers of dark creatures.
But he swore that in hundreds of years, he had never fucking seen a freak who played cards like this!
Before I could even warm the cards in my hand, this brat picked out two and threw them away.
Just when I was counting on my true form to turn things around, it got bound in chains and stuffed back at the very bottom of the Deck.
And now someone was reaching in to intercept even my normal draw?!
Was this even a duel?
This was outright highway robbery!
"You rotten brat..."
Jinzo squeezed a teeth-grinding growl through his iron breathing restraint.
But the next second, a cold surge of pride forcibly suppressed the raging fury in his mind.
Why panic?
I am a mechanical overlord feared throughout the region, one of the greatest psychic spirits!
Even with only two cards left in my hand, I am far beyond some lower-year student who knows nothing but dirty tricks!