Chapter 135: A Hairstyle Suitable for Playing Cards

The sky cleared up, the rain stopped, and the six-year-old felt that he was fine again.

This proverb basically reflects Malik's inner feelings at this moment. In the last second, he was still in a miserable state of being cornered, but now he was confident and felt that this wave was stable.

Just kidding, do you know how many people I, Malik, have entered? (referring to the brain)

The mental function of the thousand-year-old tin staff is still stable. It allows the holder to see the truth of anyone's heart, see the darkest and most vulnerable corners of the other person's heart and use them, and even turn others into puppets that the holder can manipulate at will.

No matter how powerful the soul is, there will always be weaknesses deep inside. Now all Malik has to do is to find a weak point in Bakuliang that can be broken through...

Malik: "......! !?"

As I just said, he has seen countless people and brainwashed at least hundreds of people, but so far he has never... seen such a weird mind.

Although even he himself feels weird, this is the fact presented to him-this boy named Bakuliang has nothing that can be called a weakness in his heart.

All Malik saw here was darkness, boundless and like an ocean, with pure hatred and anger, as if it was going to swallow up everything.

Then, deep in the darkness, he saw a pair of eyes. The scarlet color seemed to be from the lord of the depths of hell, looking at him with ill intentions, expecting him to go further and drag him into the abyss of darkness.

The next second, before he could react, an instinct for danger made him withdraw from Tapirara's consciousness involuntarily.

Malik was surprised to notice that he had been sweating profusely without realizing it, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. He was panting, as if he had just walked through the gate of the underworld.

"Hahaha! You want to use the darkness in my heart, right?" Tapirara laughed, "That's really unfortunate, I am the darkness itself!"

In short, my heart is completely black, if you have the ability, use one and show me.

The last means was also countered, and Malik had completely lost the ability to resist at this time. Originally, he wanted to take away the wisdom wheel while Tapir was unconscious, but now he was the one who was going to die first...

"Okay, hand over the Millennium Staff to me." Tapir muttered, "Really, I should have done this a long time ago, so that I lost a dark duel in vain and was hit by Osiris..."

After all, the Great Evil God Sok is not in his perfect form now, and his resurrection is limited. Although the defeat in the dark game and the attack of the phantom god could not destroy him, it was still very painful.

This time, Tapir felt that he had lost a Millennium Staff to play with.

However, at the moment when Tapir felt that he had stabilized and was ready to harvest, the situation reversed again.

"Uh... Uh ah!!!"

Malik, who was forced into a desperate situation, hugged his head in pain and let out an indistinct low roar.

The Millennium Staff, whose light had dimmed, suddenly exploded again, and a transparent golden impact broke out. Tapir was secretly surprised and quickly jumped back to take a defensive stance.

"What's going on?" Tapir frowned.

"Ah~ ah..." Malik began to make meaningless sounds, twisting his body joints at unscientific angles, "kimoji (so comfortable)~"

Tapir showed a disgusted expression.

What's wrong with this guy? Is he trying to get away with it by pretending to be crazy?

It doesn't seem like it...

Malik suddenly laughed twice, and when he raised his head again, a golden eye-shaped mark had already appeared on his forehead. His face twitched, and his facial muscles began to pull in increasingly weird directions, and the overall aura gave people an instinctive feeling that something was wrong.

If this is not intuitive enough, then you only need to look at the afro on his head that stands up automatically like a Super Saiyan, and look at this hairstyle that has obviously become good at playing cards, and you can probably understand how his strength has skyrocketed...

This guy's voice and expression are completely different from before, it feels like he has changed into a different person in a second.

Baku Liang is worthy of being an expert on the Millennium Artifact, and he quickly guessed what happened: "You... did your personality swap?"

This is not a rare thing. Many Millennium Artifact holders have two personalities. For example, the game, for example, Baku Liang himself.

The dark personality that appeared in front of Baku Liang at this time was the dark personality that Malik had nurtured in his heart.

"I finally came out hahahaha!!!"

Dark Malik is worthy of being the best at facial expression. When he appeared, he first controlled his facial muscles to make an expression that ordinary people could not do at all, and then laughed a few times.

Usually, because his big brother Rishid shared Malik's pain, the dark personality was always suppressed by Malik deep in his heart.

At this moment, in the competition with the dark power of Baku Liang, Malik was suppressed from all directions and forced into a desperate situation. He was instinctively stimulated to release the seal, and this inner personality found a gap and drilled out.

"Is it the dark personality that will play this time?" Baku Liang snorted disdainfully, "But it's useless for you to change people. I will take the Millennium Tin Staff today!"

"Wow~ Really good." Dark Malik licked the thousand-year-old staff with his tongue and chuckled, "It's great to be able to stretch your muscles just after coming out for a breath of fresh air.

But I have to say this in advance, I'm not as easy to bully as my superficial personality."

Bakura snorted and grabbed the Wheel of Wisdom: "I couldn't ask for more."

The two dark personalities confronted each other, and the thousand-year-old artifact glowed. The room was filled with dark energy for a while, as if the thousand-year war was about to break out at any time...

Then footsteps were heard outside the door.

"...Just now it seems that the sound came from Bakura's room!" It was Jonouchi's voice.

Obviously, when the two dark bosses were fighting, Jonouchi and Kaiba's third game had already ended.

"Bakura! Are you okay?" That was Anzi's voice.

"Bakura!" It was obviously Yugi who followed closely.

Dark Malik glanced at the door and said, "Is the Nameless Pharaoh here? It seems you are a lucky guy..."

Malik looked back again, but found that Tapir, who was so eager to compete with him just now, had already gone to bed at the speed of light and covered himself with a quilt, with his eyes closed and motionless like a dead fish.

Malik: "............"

Then the door opened.

Jounouchi rushed in first and protected Tapir's bed: "Malik! I felt strange when I didn't see you on the bed just now. What do you want to do to Tapir!?"

In theory, Tapir is actually a good classmate and friend of Yugi and the others. When he was not possessed by the evil consciousness, he had a good relationship with them.

Yugi had already exchanged body control before entering the door, and it was Wang Yang who was online at this time. The thousand-year-old building blocks hanging on his chest lit up with golden light, and he stared at Malik coldly: "Malik, what do you want?"

"Hmph, boring." Malik put away the thousand-year-old tin staff and walked out of the room.

"Ah~, boring, really boring." Malik hummed as he walked, "Well, it's almost time for me to prepare for the game. Who will be the next one to be buried by darkness? Hehehe..."