Twenty-two years after the spiritual energy was revived, all the fighting power in the world was attributed to the cards.
Others bet their lives to farm monsters and get cards, but I lie down and get new cards every day.
Others throw out gold cards and destroy the world. I only need to burn a white card, and your card will be downgraded by one level on the spot.
Gold cards turn into purple cards, and purple cards turn into blue cards.
The wealth you have saved for ten years is only worth one draw in front of me.
But no one knows that every time I win, the black mist in my palm becomes deeper.
No one knew that that day I turned over the back of the card and saw this line:
"If a dark shadow appears behind your opponent, surrender immediately."
Unfortunately, the person with the dark shadow behind me is me.
What's even more unfortunate is that I gradually discovered that even the cards I received every day were issued in advance by others.
Destiny is the dealer and the world is the card table.
