Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Chapter 482: A King’s Whim

The stall owner was a man of the underworld; he sensed instantly the terrifying killing intent from the white-clad stranger.

Realizing things were about to go bad, he quickly backed off and barked, "What do you think you’re doing? This is the Dark Web—do you plan to rob and murder here?"

Kurozaki, seeing trouble brewing, rushed forward as well. "Leader, the Dark Web’s cardinal rule is no dueling on-premises.

Break the rules and we’ll not only offend the Dark Web’s unknown backers, we’ll probably be pariahs across the entire underworld..."

Hearing that, the stall owner’s courage swelled a bit. "That’s right. Trying to throw your weight around and steal, huh... A clueless newbie? I doubt you’ll get past me."

Kira narrowed his eyes.

True. He had come only to gather intel. Whatever he saw here had nothing to do with him.

Using the Knights of Hanoi to infiltrate the underworld was just one part of his longer plan. The dark world had channels and resources the surface lacked, and managing those resources would surely help with many things to come.

And in that world, the Dark Web seemed to play a significant role. Not just for this Shadow Riders investigation—future intel and resources could likely be sourced here too.

First contact today. Best not to stir up trouble unrelated to him.

But...

He closed his eyes and smiled to himself.

Forget it.

He was the Duel King.

The stall owner, seeing Kira turn away, relaxed and kept muttering curses under his breath. He never saw what the other man did. Before he could react, he felt a massive force crash into him—he went flying backward, slammed into his own display, and tumbled to the ground amid the clatter.

Almost by reflex, he deployed his Duel Disk as he hit the floor, glaring in shock and fury. "What are you doing? You dare openly ignore the Dark Web’s rules?"

Kira turned slowly, his Duel Disk also deployed, and simply smiled. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Rules?

What’s the point of being king if you have to be bound hand and foot by every rule?

He walked to the toppled rack and picked up the cards scattered across the floor. Souls captured one by one—some perhaps dark duelists who licked the knife’s edge and had it coming, others perhaps just unlucky ordinary people.

He caught sight of one in particular.

A little girl with twin tails. Helpless, bewildered. In the boundless darkness of the card’s background, she looked at most ten years old.

He gathered the cards in silence and put them away.

He considered himself someone with flexible morals—not a good person. He’d seen enough unfairness to turn a blind eye more often than not.

But even someone like that occasionally saw things he couldn’t stomach.

Kira held up the card that imprisoned the girl’s soul.

Trafficking children, buying and selling people like slaves—among criminals, that was bottom of the barrel. And these people, this place, enabled scum to abuse the power of dueling and made it a hundred times worse than the old ways.

And as luck would have it, right now Kira was the king of the dueling world.

He used to be just an ordinary man good at nothing. As a kid, his grades were middling—never outstanding. After graduation, his job was middling—just enough to scrape by. His only real social life was playing cards at the shop on weekends.

But now, without realizing it, he seemed to have become someone standing at the peak of this world.

If the rules didn’t suit him, he could correct them.

And if they couldn’t be corrected, he’d flip the whole table.

The commotion drew attention. Some hurriedly backed away; others gathered to watch with interest.

It had been a long time since anyone made trouble inside the Dark Web system. This kind of spectacle wasn’t common.

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