Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 488

No Effect Monsters allowed.

Even Chazz couldn't stay as outwardly calm as he looked when he heard that condition.

For starters, if he cut all Effect Monsters, he couldn't even build a complete deck. He did have some vanillas, but most of them were high-ATK Tribute monsters.

Under such a restriction, the obvious idea was high-ATK vanillas backed by powerful Equip and support.

Like 4-star 2000-ATK "Gene-Warped Warwolf" and some high-ATK Tribute monsters. Even without monster effects, with big beaters and strong spells/traps, against his older brother—an amateur—even with a whale-deck there'd be decent odds.

If this were the old Chazz, he'd have chosen that strategy without hesitation.

But now...

As he weighed his options, a figure rose unbidden in his mind—Kira.

He recalled losing to Kira multiple times, each with a different build. It was as if the duel in that guy's eyes was different from theirs. After several matches, Chazz realized his own thinking had been nudged—he was starting to look for new possibilities in dueling.

Strength isn't the only thing that matters.

No, no—that's his duel, his path. Why am I thinking about that guy?

Chazz shook his head, trying to banish Kira from his thoughts.

But soon, as he stared at the spread of vanillas in front of him, he couldn't help thinking—

—If it were Kira, what would he do in this situation?

If it were him, he'd definitely come up with some crazy idea that made you see black.

Because that's the kind of guy he is. Give him a pile of vanillas and he'll conjure a bizarre lineup. He's like he has no ceiling.

Come to think of it, that kind of guy is already the King of Games. As a target Chazz has sworn to chase, he's never felt so far from that target...

Wait. That's it.

Chazz's gaze fell on one card amid the pile, and his eyes lit up.

If it were Kira, this card might—

A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

Then, as if he'd grasped the joy in this tactic, the corner of his mouth curled up despite himself.

The smile turned... questionable.

…

The next day, Chazz stepped onto the Academy's arena, facing his elder brother.

Most of the faculty and students came to watch this internal Chazz-family duel that would decide the Academy's future.

The students' attitude toward Chazz wasn't friendly. The buyer was his own family's conglomerate, and the Academy's representative just happened to be Chazz himself. Naturally, many suspected he'd throw the match, handing the Academy over to the Princeton Family.

So when he took the stage, there were no cheers—only a chorus of boos.

Chazz didn't care. He stood before Slade and raised his Duel Disk.

"Your mental state looks good," Slade said, arms folded. "Meeting adversity head-on without fear—I should praise that courage, Chazz."

"No need for speeches, brother."

Chazz opened his Duel Disk with a blank face, ignoring both the taunts and the jeers around them.

"This duel isn't just about Duel Academy. It's about me."

"What do you mean?" Slade frowned.

Chazz didn't explain. He lowered his eyes to the deck he'd sleeved up overnight.

A deck built under overwhelming restriction—completely unlike anything he'd run before.

He couldn't help flicking a glance toward the stands, as if looking for Kira. No luck.

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