Osiris read the letter. Konami had invited him to nationals! And they weirdly even okayed shadow games and real damage, so long as they were at least young adult, adult, or in their teens.
He needed to prepare.
Ancient Egyptian magic from his Millenium Item and Atem's card creation ability gave him just the oomph he needed to create a real, yugioh anime inspired, soul stealing version of The Seal of Orichalcos, Orichalcos Deuteros, and Orichalcos Tritos. And he did. He created 3 of The Seal, and 2 of each of its upgrades. Only the best part is... He configured the magic so that he wouldn't lose his soul if he lost. And whats even better is, it doesn't lock him out of the extra deck. :D
He also made Exchange of The Spirit's pre-errata version, and Harmonic Synchro Fusion's anime version.
Obviously he was playing Dark Worlds. It would be no fun if he Obliterated everyone with Exodia, or Crushed everyone with Obelisk.
And since he wasn't playing by the banlist... He could have some fun with this.
But as he was building his deck, one of the cards actually spoke to him. It was Grapha, Dragon Lord of Dark World.
[GRAPHA] He who desires power, abandon all hope, ye who enter these Gates. Do you accept?
[OSIRIS] Yes?
In that moment, he felt his life flash before his eyes.
The System Shop menu appeared before his eyes.
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At this moment he was not in control of his body. He clicked it, and...
TO BE CONTINUED
Mlip· Aug 3, 2023
