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Season 0: Theme Keycard #1 C5: Eviction Notice
🕑 Added 2025-01-11 02:19:36 +0000 UTCA/N: Sorry for the delay, I kept wondering what Deck I should give the guy, and ended up with [REDATCED]. It does fit him though, doesn't it?
Akane threw open the door and peeked into the dark, empty room, relieved to discover her brother wasn't home—at least not waiting for her in the living room.
Carefully, she scurried to her room, clutching the bag stuffed with her Duel Disk and Lightsworn cards when suddenly, she yelped in fright as cold, lanky fingers clamped down on her shoulder.
“Well, well, look who's home! Thought you could sneak in unnoticed, did ya?”
“Honestly? Yes, I did.”
“Do you see the time, Akane? Do you know how worried I was?! What kind of girl stays out this late?!”
“Me?”
“No! Absolutely not! I won't allow it! Is it that boy you're hanging around with lately?! I'll deal with him! How dare he lay a finger on my little sister?!”
“Don't be a hassle, nii-san! I was just out dueling! And what were you doing lurking in the dark like a creep anyway?”
“Waiting to prank you, duh!”
'Familiar,' Akane thought, unable to stop the a smile from blooming on her lips.
Hadn't she already had this conversation once today?
“Urgh, I don't know why I even bother. And don't sic your enforcers on him.”
“I won't. I won't! Relax!”
“I'm warning you, nii-san. If your friends get him into any trouble—”
“You'll never talk to me again. I get it, I get it.”
Reassured, Akane made a beeline for her room, but just as she was fiddling with the lock, her brother's voice came echoing up the stairs.
“All jokes aside, try to get home earlier. It's not safe these days, especially for Duelists.”
“Eh, why's that?” Akane yelled back, interest successfully piqued.
“I don't know for certain, but apparently there have been a few disappearances in our district. They were all last seen meeting someone for a duel, but then vanished.”
“Maybe they lost and left town in shame?” Akane hypothesized as she twisted the doorknob, which creaked loudly in her hand.
“All of them? I doubt it,”
Her brother replied.
“Just be back earlier. I know you're a capable and smart girl; I won't stop you from hanging out with your new boyfriend—”
“Friend!”
Akane corrected, mimicking Lenix's tone, but her brother simply shrugged her correction off with a snort.
“But there are still things you should be more mindful of. I only have you left, so don't let the old see the young off.”
A stuffy sense of guilt rose within Akane's chest. “I know... I'll be back earlier next time. Sorry.”
“It's alright, as long as you're safe.”
Once inside her yellow-painted room, Akane collapsed onto her bed and pulled out her silver Duel Disk.
After a moment of thoughts, she typed a message to Lenix. While she doubted Lenix would face any real danger, Akane thought it was best to inform him of potential threats, real or imagined. After all, he had walked her home. If anything happened to him, it would weigh on her conscience.
After pressing the [Send] button, Akane waited a full minute for a response.
When none came, she shrugged, headed for the closet and yanked out a light yellow set of pajamas.
While dueling wasn't the most physically intensive hobby, it still required enough effort to leave her uncomfortably sweaty after a long day. Discomfort wouldn't cut it.
Akane felt grossed out by her own skin, hence her haste. 'I'm sure he'll be fine.'
———« SK(GX) »———
Domino City was rarely this quiet, but his dormitory was situated on the outskirts, where the sparse population and lack of conveniences made the district rather deserted.
The distant hum of the city was a mere whisper here, replaced by the occasional rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl and stray cats that, imititating the humans around them, 'dueled' for territoty and food.
The rent was dirt-cheap, though.
Half the average price in fact, so Lenix couldn't complain.
With his meager earnings and a whole 50 pages list of expenses, it was more a blessing than a curse.
Plus the solitude could be considered a luxury in and of itself; a luxury not everyone could afford in a place as dazzling as Domino City.
You get what you paid for, right?
Furthermore, for all its downsides, the district had its perks.
For one, the mornings were particularly beautiful here, with the sunrise painting the skies in vibrant hues of pink and orange, a sight usually hidden by the high-rise concrete jungle that was Domino. Here, Lenix found space to breathe, to think, and to dream—not bad for the price tag, all things considered. Still, on nights when he came home late, Lenix would still have to be cautious lest he caught attention from those with unsavory intentions.
One of the ways he did that was by walking in the dark, staying out of sight where potential threats couldn't easily spot him.
Lenix did not expect to find anything out of the ordinary, of course.
Unlike the main cast who seemed to stumble drunkenly into unexpected and often deadlu situations, Lenix's just your everyday Duelist.
A bit more skilled than the mooks, but he had no lifelong rivals or secret organizations backed by actual Mages or some dark god plotting against him. So, imagine his surprise when he noticed silhouettes moving near the area where his dormitory stood. 'Who're these people?'
Stalking closer, he crouched behind a nearby bin, trying to steady his breathing as he focused on the voices with his ears perked and strained to catch every word.
"Shit, how'd they lose a grown-ass man?" One of the thugs muttered as he ran his fingers through oily, matted amber strands.
"How long are we supposed to wait anyway? What if he doesn't show?"
His friend responded impatiently.
Curiosity piqued, he edged closer, blending seamlessly into the shadows he knew so well. Naturally, that's when his Duel Disk decided to blink like a goddamn flashlight—because why wouldn't it?
'Who the Hell is texting me at 11 p.m.? Learn some manners!'
He nearly hissed as the group of three snapped toward his location.
"WHO'S THERE?"
"SHOW YOURSELF!"
“Goddammit, Akane!“ Lenix really did hiss this time.
In the split second it took for the group to head his way, his mind raced through three possible options: Fight, Flight, or Fright.
Fright was out of the question.
Flight might seem cowardly, but it was the smartest choice.
Yet, Fight...
'I do need to test my magic, don't I?'
And who better to test it on than these walking punch bags who had delivered themselves right to his doorstep?
Even if they screamed at the top of their lung that he used Magic, who would believe a bunch of thugs anyway?
"Fight it is. Hey there, gents! Breezy night, ain't it?“
"Black hair, cyan-colored eyes, wearing a red jacket and a flat cap... I think that's our guy."
Any hope Lenix had that they might have been after someone else died instantly.
"So, I'm assuming you lads are here for me?"
"Depends. Do you know an 'Akane?'"
'What the hell, Akane?!'
Lenix thought, his smile stiffening as he forced a laugh. "If I told you 'No,' would you believe me?"
"No." The man promptly replied.
"... Then why bother asking in the first place?"
"I mean, I'd have believed you if you hadn't just confirmed it."
"Would you though? Would you really?"
"No."
"Would you kindly go fuck yourself?“ Lenix cursed.
"I will, after I fuck you up."
"You can try."
With a swift motion, Lenix zipped his leather jacket all the way up—thin though it was, one jacket was better than none at all, especially in a fight.
Preparing both his Duel Energy and his fists, the Duelist assumed a fighting stance, but paused when a voice cut into the conversation. "Hold on! You're some big-shot Duelist, aren't you?"
"I wouldn't call myself a 'big-shot,' but yes, I'm a Duelist. What do you want? If you're looking to duel, you will have to wait. Your friend and I are in the middle of something."
"It so happens I've just finished building my Deck and need someone to test it out. How about a duel to settle this misunderstanding? Winner can take a card of their choosing from the loser."
Lenix almost snorted at the audacity, while the man's companion could only gape in disbelief.
“That's not why we're here! Weren't we supposed to teach this kid a lesson?"
"Shh! You two can still rough him up later; just let me have this first!"
"...Musashi's not going to be happy."
'Musashi.' Lenix made a mental note of the name. 'Musashi Fushio.'
"What's he gonna do, beat me up? Relax, Musashi and I are tight. If anything happens, just tell him it was my idea."
"Fine. But if he asked, we're telling.“
"Yeah, yeah. I said I'll handle it, didn't I? Stop being whiny little bitches."
"If you pansies are quite finished—" Lenix tapped impatiently on his Duel Disk. "I don't have all night."
“That eager to get your ass kicked, huh?“
"Pfft—yeah, right. Good one. Real funny."
"Tsk, I'll show you what's funny. DUEL!"
Gang Member: 4000 LP
"Alright, let's get this over with. I call Heads!"
Lenix Owens: 4000 LP
His LP flashed to life, followed by the familiar golden coin tossed to the sky.
Coin Toss: Tails
"Looks like even the machine knows how this duel will end!"
"Yeah, that's why it's giving you an advantage.“
Forehead twitching with angry veins threatening to burst at any moment, the gangster snarled.
"Tsk. I'll make sure they kick you in the mouth first! You guys! Later when—"
"We're right here! We can hear you just fine, no need to say it twice!"
"Grrr…" He growled, face flushed with anger. "I'll go first! I summon Zanji in attack position!" He slammed the card onto the duel disk, a holographic image erupting onto the field. A polearm-wielding samurai materialized, its blade gleaming a brilliant gold, brandished with dramatic flourish. "And I set one card face down."
The Six Samurai - Zanji
LIGHT
[Warrior/Effect]
ATK: 1800
DEF: 1300
Not a bad monster, Lenix thought, though a little underwhelming on its own.
If he remembered correctly, the Six Samurai Deck focused on a Beatdown-Control strategy, similar to the Gladiator Beasts he favored.
He couldn't allow his opponent to swarm the field, not before his Insects could establish a presence.
Luckily, he had all the tool he needed in bis hand. "I draw!" Eyeing the cards he had: "Kamakiri #1," "Ultimate Insect LV7," "Solemn Judgment," "Insect Imitation," "Ultimate Insect LV5," and the newly drawn "Sakuratsu Armor,” Lenix quietly contemplated his options.
Just "Kamakiri" and "Insect Imitation" would have been enough to secure the Duel, but it seemed the Gacha Gods had smiled upon him on this fine night. That, or they hated the Six Samurai more than they did him.
"First, I set a card face-down."
The Six Samurai revolved heavily around its Archetype, making it highly unlikely for the gangster to pack any removal outside of monster effects. Still, he wasn't taking any chances.
With "Solemn Judgment" set, a wave of relief washed over him.
Protecting "Kamakiri" was paramount for his next play, after all. "Next, I Summon 'Kamakiri #1' in attack position!"
Flying Kamakiri #1
WIND
[Insect/Effect]
ATK: 1400
DEF: 900
The holographic card shimmered, projecting a humanoid, vibrant green fly with oversized, steel-shredding claws.
Its wings buzzed curiously as it fixed its multifaceted eyes on his opponent.
“What can such a useless monster do?” The gangster scoffed, gesturing dismissively at his Insect.
“Plenty,” Lenix retorted, a glint in his eye, “But he won't be here for long. Next, I activate “Insect Imitation!”
The Spell card materialized and instantly conjured a silken cocoon that swiftly enveloped Lenix's Insect.
The cocoon pulsed with a faint green light as the monster thrashed within, scraping claws and gnashing fangs echoing from inside.
“By tributing my “Kamakiri #1,” I can Special Summon one Insect monster one Level higher than it from my Deck! I choose “Ultimate Insect LV5!”
With a final rip, the beast burst forth from the remnants of the cocoon, landing on the field with a hiss.
Ultimate Insect LV5
WIND
[Insect/Effect]
ATK: 2300
DEF: 900
“"‘Ultimate Insect,’ attack his ‘Zanji’!"
The greyish Insect blurred into motion, a predatory hunger in its movements as its sharp leg lashed out, piercing the Samurai’s armor with sickening ease before burying itself deep in his side.
The Samurai, ‘Zanji,’ offered no resistance, spear clattering to the ground.
It looked back at its master, a flicker of something akin to mortification in its eyes before shattering into motes of light that drifted towards the gangster, siphoning away 500 Life Points. "That's that for your Samurai! I set one face-down, and end my turn!"
Gangster: 3500 LP
"If you have something good in your hand, I suggest you use it, or this duel will end way earlier than it should,"
"Shut up and watch me deal with your pesky bugs! I draw!"
The gangster’s grin widened as he slammed a card onto his duel disk. "I Summon the—'Legendary Six Samurai - Kageki'!"
A warrior clad in ornate, almost steampunk armor materialized on the field. Four arms, crackling with electricity, extended from his body as he posed.
The Legendary Six Samurai - Kageki
WIND
ATK: 200
DEF: 2000
Lenix hummed in amusement, eyes narrowed. Summoning a monster with such low attack in attack position with a 2300 ATK monster already on the field could only mean one thing, “An Effect Monster?“
Sure enough…
"When this card is Normal Summoned, I can Special Summon another Level 4 or lower 'Six Samurai' from my hand! Come forth, ‘Zanji’!" The gangster’s voice dripped with triumph as he Summon the two Samurais to the field.
“Whenever another "Six Samurai" joined the battlefield, "Kageki" would see its ATK rise by 1500!“
The second copy of his first monster appeared, immediately pointing his spear at Lenix's Ultimate Insect, as though he could still feel the agony of the Beast's earlier attack. "Zanji, attack his 'Ultimate Insect'!"
Lenix didn’t need any prompt to activate his "Sakuretsu Armor."
Whatever ability that opposing monster had, he just knew he needed to block it. 'It's either triggered upon destruction or perhaps during the Damage Step,'
Much like "Neo-Spacian Grand Mole.”
'Either way…' Ad long as the attack never went through. “Sukaretsu Armor!“
As he activated the Trap, a brilliant blue aura surged forth from his S/T Zone, to the Monster Zone, and toward the space between two fiekds to target the attacking monster. His opponent had not exhausted his options either, it seemed. With a smirk, the gangster declared, "I activate the Quick-Spell 'Cunning of the Six Samurai,' offering my 'Zanji' as tribute to Special Summon another 'Zanji' from my Graveyard! You will rue the day you crossed me!"
Though one "Zanji" might have fallen into the abyss, another had emerged in his place, his spear digging through the soil as the Spell fished his Soul out fron the Great Beyond.
Even Lenix must admit it was a good strategy. If the gangster had succeeded in removing his Insect earlier, he could have used the Spell card to resummon his 'Zanji' and force Lenix in a defensive position.
But that's darndest thing, wasn't it? He needed to succed first, “Not so fast! I'll chain that with my Trap, 'Solemn Judgment!'"
In an instant, his Life Points halved to power the appearance of a somber, bearded old man surrounded by celestial Angels.
With a raised palm, the apparition caused the would-be resurrected "Zanji" to howl in despair as the Gate from the Underworld slammed shut, barring his return.
This was why "Solemn Judgment" always had a place in his deck.
For all its drawbacks, a near-Omni Negation was useful regardless of the era.
With "Zanji" banished, the gangster's field laid barren once more, save for the "Legendary Samurai," who immediately reverted to a meager 200 ATK without his ally.
“YOU!!!“
"If you're done sulking... It's my turn! I draw!" Lenix exclaimed, reinvigorated.
The beady eyes of "Pinch Hopper" met his gaze from his hand.
"I'll use 'Ultimate Insect LV5's' effect to Special Summon its FINAL EVOLUTION! Come forth, 'Ultimate Insect LV7'! Then, I'll summon 'Pinch Hopper' in Attack Position!"
Lenix played confidently, placing "Pinch Hopper" onto the field with firm intention.
Pinch Hopper
EARTH
[Monster/Effect]
ATK: 1000
DEF: 1200
“The result of this Duel has been decided! Ultimate Insect LV7, attack his Legendary Samurai!“ Snapping at the Samurai, the giant, evolved Hornet eagerly made its way to its next 'meal' while Lenix's opponent could only howl in frustration. “Why is its ATK 0?!“
“Did I forget to mention?" Lenix taunted, gaze dripping of mockery. "When 'Ultimate Insect LV7' is Special Summoned by its predecessor's effect, it reduces your monsters' ATK and DEF by 700!" Which also meant Lenix could end the duel instantly if he so chose. “I'm in a generous mood tonight. Beg me. Beg me, and I will grant you another turn. What say you?"
"Eat shit!" The gangster spat back defiantly, pride outweighing desperation ever briefly.
Lenix shrugged. "Then you've left me no alternative... Flying Kamakiri—"
"Wa-wait! Please! Just gimme' another turn!" The gangster pleaded, earlier bravado evaporating into thin air. He never once saw the wrathful, yet shamed burst of Duel Energy erupting from his Deck. To be fair, neither did anyone else except Lenix. Needless to say, the Six Samurais were less than pleased with their Liege's undignified display.
His companions, too, couldn't help but boo in disgust.
"What the hell are you doing, Shikamaru?! Have some dignity!" One of the trio shouted, unable to stand the spectacle any longer.
Shikamaru snapped back, flustered and defensive, "Shut up! I just got a bad draw, that's all!"
“Fine..."
Lenix said with a sardonic grin as he wiped a tear from his eye after the fit of laughter. "So be it. I end my turn."
The gangster, visibly flustered and desperate, drew his next card with a glare. "Dammit, dammit! You useless bunch, why can't you give me something good?!"
Lenix chimed in, almost teasingly, "I can give you another turn if you want?"
"Fuck you!" The gangster snapped back, scrambling for any advantage. "I Summon 'Kizan' in Attack Position and destroy your fly!"
The Legendary Samurai made short work of Lenix's Level 4 Insect, its katana slicing through the creature with ease even with the Debuff. Lenix's Life Points too took a hit, dropping to a manageable 1900.
Unperturbed, Lenix continued, "I activate Kamakiri's effect! When this monster is destroyed in battle, I can Special Summon one Insect monster from my hand! I choose 'Ultimate Insect LV5!' Unfortunately, since it wasn't Special Summoned by its weaker variant's effect, there's no debuff this time… Not that it matters, does it?“
Noting the lone face-down card on the gangster's side, Lenix briefly wondered if it's “Mirror Force.“ If this was an episode in the anime, it really might have been, but upon seeing the gangster's reaction at his duo of 2000+ ATK monsters, he dismissed his plan of switching one monster to DEF and prolonging the Duel. There was no point beating a dead horse anyway. "I-I-I lost? No. No! How could I have lost?!"
“Maybe if you're one loss away from a complete mental breakdown like this, you should take some time off?"
The suggestion was well-intentioned, but given the circumstance, the gangster could not perceive it as anything but mockery, dousing gasoline on his anger. "You, you rigged this! You must have! How could you draw so many good cards in one turn?!"
"By building my deck correctly? Seriously, lose with some grace at least!" Lenix replied, urging impatiently. "Now end your turn, or surrender already."
“Six Samurais, my ass!“ Unconvinced, his opponent wailed and wept. “You useless bastards! I can’t believe I wasted 50,000 DP on you!!“
Lenix smirked, stifling a laugh as he taunted. “Don't worry! The ass-beating came free!“
It was quite the sight.
Usually, when his opponents lost, they’d rage at him or themselves—but at their cards? Who the Hell did that?
This guy, apparently.
As if blaming inanimate objects for his defeat wasn’t absurd enough, he's even tossing the cards around like they'd beaten his dad, slept with his mom, and shot his son all in the same evening.
"What do you think? Should I give him another chance?" Lenix asked, directing the question not at his opponent, nor the grand audience of two whole people watching their Duel, but the disappointed Duel Spirit standing behind the gangster instead. “Zanji” looked at his defated Liege, the field, then Lenix, before shaking his head 'No.'
“Ultimate Insects, destroy his Legendary Samurai and claim me victory!“
Gangster: 0 LP
“Useless bastards, fuck off! Fuck off, the lot of you!“ Throwing the last card in his hand, the gangster ztormed off.
Ego wounded, he didn’t even bother to pick up his “Six Samurai,” leaving the cards scattered in the dirt, smeared with dust and mud.
He didn’t so much as glance at the people who had come with him either.
“Talk about rage quitting, am I right?”
“You’re telling me. Hell, you only had to deal with him once. We have to listen to him every day… His bitch-ass can’t even win a children’s card game and he's still strutting around like he’s tough shit.”
“If not for Musashi’s protection, he’d have gotten jumped fifty times by now. But never mind him. Square up, little homie.”
“After all that?” Lenix exclaimed in mock offense.
“Don’t get me wrong, we like you and all. This is purely business.” Shrugging, lips pressed into a thin line, the gangster wore a look that practically screamed, 'Trust me, if it were up to us…'
Then, without warning, he leapt toward the Duelist. Lenix wasn’t short by any means, but next to a 7-foot mountain of muscle layered on even denser muscle, he looked like a dwarf. The other guy was smaller, possibly weaker, but much faster as well, and neither seemed to be holding back.
With no physical Spirit Enhancements to his name yet, Lenix immediately shifted into a defensive stance. That’s when someone came to his rescue.
“Ganging up on one guy?! Not on my watch!”
“Takimaru?” The sparks dancing between Lenix's fingers fizzled out instantly as his first opponent charged into the fray. “What are you doing here?“
“Evening the odds. Can't you tell?“
“No, I mean, how do you even know where I live?!”
"I stalked you, duh," Takimaru answered, shoving his hands into his pockets, a sly smirk playing on his lips as if the confession was some kind of inside joke.
“…Bro, I appreciate the help and all, but that’s creepy as fuck. Please don’t ever do it to anyone ever again.”
“What are you, a girl?” Snorting, arms folded tight across his chest, Takimaru's smirk twisted into a sneer.
“Believe it or not, being afraid of a stalker isn’t a gender-specific trait.“
“Whatever you say, wimp.“
The "Block Dragon" abuser pushed off the wall, a dismissive flick of his wrist preceding his rush toward the larger gangster.
Knuckle met flesh with a sickening thud that echoed in the sudden silence.
Weakly, Takimaru staggered back a full foot, tears welling in his eyes.
"Know your limits, brat." The larger gangster sneered.
Meanwhile, Lenix, still recovering after blocking a punch from the smaller of the two, found himself abruptly pinned on both sides.
'Tsk… This is why I don't ask for help.'
The thought flashed through Lenix’s mind, accompanied by a familiar rush of frustration bubbling up. More often than not, the 'help' would just end up being yet another liability, leaving him both blindsided and forced to tend to them as well. At least the gangsters had the decency to not take a highschool kid hostage… It's something, Lenix supposed.
Yet just as the thought formed, Takimaru lunged again, wrapping himself around the larger gangster's leg like a octopus. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" He roared, his voice strained and raw.
'Takimaru might not be so useless after all.' Lenix thought.
Sparks crackling between his fingers, Lenix struck at the gangster's face.
The Spell wasn’t anything extraordinary, consuming but a tiny smidgen of his resevoir, enough to serve as a distraction. With his opponent momentarily thrown off guard, Lenix seized the opportunity to tackle him to the ground and land his first punch. The man tried futilely to claw at Lenix’s face, reaching for his eyes, but a swift second punch quickly knocked the light out of him.
Meanwhile, Takimaru was taking the beating of his life as the behemoth of a man continued pummeling him in the head.
"Let go! Let go, dickhead!" He shouted, struggling to break free. Just then, Lenix finally rushed to the boy's rescue, charging at the brute with everything he had, but weight classes existed for a reason…
Even with Takimaru clinging to the man's leg and upsetting his balance, Lenix could only manage to push him back by a few inches as the soles of his feet dug into the grass and soil. "You... You think you can—"
Condensing a ball of flame in front of his knuckle, Lenix launched it into the man's solar plexus.
The attack singed both.
Fortunately, Nephthys' particular brand of Pyromancy and Heat/Flame Resistance were a 'two-in-one' deal.
Lenix was not going to walk through bonfires or bathe in lava anytime soon, but it was enough to protect him from 30-40% of the burn damage from the stunt he just pulled. As the gangster struggled to recover, Lenix seized the moment and swung again, his knuckles colliding with a resounding crack against the man's jaw.
The gangster's head snapped back, and he crumpled to his knees, unconscious.
"Ha..."
Lenix cracked his neck, spine popping like a bubble-wrapper as he gazed at the two unconscious people. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you guys?"
After collecting himself, he first gathered up the discarded “Samurais.“
Since they weren't wanted, they now belonged to him.
Then, he hoisted Takimaru over his shoulder and made his way to the dormitory, only to be confronted by the landlady.
Her wrinkled face furrowed with anger as she demanded, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Inside?" Lenix replied.
"Not after that! Grab your things and be gone by morning, or I'll call the cops!"
"What? You can't do that! The contract state—"
"Tenants who cause trouble will be kicked out based on the severity of their crime, Section 4. Bringing thugs and tattooed friends, fighting in front of my dormitory—I’d say that’s more than enough reason to kick you out!" The landlady humphed.
Fists clenched in anger, Lenix struggled to swallow the rage clawing its way up his throat and asked, "Can I at least get the rest of my rent back?"
"Hah!" She didn't even bother to respond, slamming the door shut in his face.
"This old fucking witch…” He muttered under his breath.
“I heard that!“
"If you can hear that, you'll definitely hear this! Screw you and eighteen generations of your family, you old witch-bitch!"
He bellowed, rushing to his room to pack, not that there was much to gather in the first place.
“Fuck me… Akane, you better have a good explanation for this.“
—/—/——/——/—/—
Duelist Profile
Name: Lenix Owens
Title: The Mimic
Level: 4
XP: 67/6000
Duel Energy: 4450/4800 (Regen: 8 Unit/Sec)
Bonded Spirits: Scared Phoenix of Nephthys (0.2%), Hand of Nephthys (6.1%), Mimicking Man-Eater Bug (9.7%)
Spirit Enhancement(s) / Skill(s): Destiny Draw (1/10), Spirit Vision (1/10), Pyromancy (1/10)
Duel Points: 6640
Duel Record: 52 Total / 52 Win – 0 Loss – 0 Draw
Win Ratio: 100%
—/—/——/——/—/—
Deck: Ultimate Insect
Monsters:
Doom Dozer x1
Ultimate Insect LV7 x1
Brain Crusher x1
Grasschopper x1
Ultimate Insect LV5 x2
Flying Kamakiri #1 x3
Pinch Hopper x3
Mimicking Man-Eater Bug x1
Arsenal Bug x1
Howling Insect x3
4-Starred Ladybug of Doom x1
Dream Cicada x2
Man-Eater Bug x1
Spells:
Giant Trunade x1
Level Up! x2
Creature Swap x1
Soul Exchange x1
Nobleman of Crossout x1
Brain Control x1
Insect Imitation x3
Premature Burial x1
Traps:
A Hero Emerges x1
Mirror Force x1
Torrential Tribute x1
Sakuretsu Armor x2
Ring of Destruction x1
Solemn Judgment x2
