At the last moment, Dark Atticus finally realized who he was facing.
Only now did he understand the overwhelming sense of helplessness he’d felt throughout the duel. Every summon was bounced, every effect locked down. Every move he made, he found his path blocked, every play countered, as if his opponent had woven a net and was smiling as he struggled.
He remembered now. He’d just seen this style recently—at the world-famous tournament, in the hands of the new superstar everyone was talking about.
The Duel King, Fujiki Kira.
The new apex of the dueling world, hailed by experts as "the harbinger of a new era."
Such praise wasn’t just for his unfathomable strength, but also because his approach and style were so different from the mainstream. In a dueling world led by Seto Kaiba, obsessed with absolute power, this king preferred to win by denying his opponents the chance to act at all. By the time his opponents realized what was happening, they’d find themselves trapped, unable to move.
Naturally, this style reminded people of the first Duel King, Yugi Muto. While the two kings had their own personal differences, their overall strategic approach was remarkably similar—a fact sure to cause a stir in today’s dueling world.
Dark Atticus—or rather, the Nightshroud-possessed consciousness—was cursing up a storm inside.
Damn it.
What kind of dogshit luck is it to randomly pick a city, a random opponent, and end up facing the new Duel King?
Dark duelists like him were confident, and even knowing their opponent was the Duel King, they might still fight. But challenging him is one thing—getting beaten to a pulp and only then realizing you were up against the final boss is something else.
You’re already the king, the BOSS of all bosses—why are you running around in disguise, ambushing people in the shadows? Can’t you act your natural habitat?
Of course, it was too late now. Throughout the duel, he’d felt a constant frustration, but never really considered the possibility—until the final strike from Buster Blader, when he suddenly realized he’d been outplayed.
"You @#%&!"
His final outburst was almost affectionate. Dark Atticus spread his arms, screamed in pain, and the black dragon mask fell from his face with a clatter.
He collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Kira stepped forward and checked on him.
The mask had fallen aside, and Atticus seemed to have returned to normal. Kira knew that Atticus’s darkness was tied to the mask; in the anime, every time he wore it, he was controlled by Nightshroud, and every time someone defeated his dark side in a shadow duel, the mask would fall off and his true self would regain control.
But Kira found it odd. He’d intentionally held back in the duel, hoping to keep Atticus alive and use him to infiltrate the Shadow Riders and get directly to Chairman Kagemaru.
But even though he’d held back, the dark persona seemed to have self-destructed anyway.
Kira examined the mask and realized what had happened.
It had self-destructed.
This mask, connected to the GX final boss, housed a fragment of Nightshroud’s evil consciousness. Upon defeat, that persona chose to destroy itself rather than be captured.
But this was probably only temporary. Kira could sense the mask was still a dangerous dark artifact. When he probed it, he even heard faint, tempting whispers in the darkness, urging him to put it on.



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