This night is destined to be a sleepless night.
Domino City, a certain outpost of Doma.
The person in charge of the outpost is on stage giving a weekly sermon. After all, Doma is a society that values ideological work, and they demand that their followers not only play cards well but also maintain diligence in their ideological development.
Every week, each outpost leader must conduct large sermons to strengthen the ideological education of believers and reinforce the brainwashing—the iron rule throughout the organization.
On the wall behind the person in charge is engraved the hexagram mark of the Orichalcos, and he is enthusiastically spitting his words on stage when suddenly he hears from the formation below...
...Snoring!?
The person in charge shut his mouth, and the entire hall fell silent, only the steady and long snoring echoed in the empty room...
Everyone's eyes focused on where the sound was coming from.
They saw a certain believer draped in a black hood, cloaked in black clothes, standing aside with his head tilted, joyfully snoring...
At that moment, the person in charge was furious.
This guy is... dozing off during my great teaching?
And how the hell does he snore while standing? What kind of skill is that?
The irate person in charge rushed up to the believer, angrily saying, "Kid, having a good sleep?"
Yet that guy was still snoring, without any reaction.
Furious, the person in charge lifted his hood: "Still sleeping!?"
Unbelievably, that guy increased his volume and shouted, "Joker!"
The person in charge was startled, jumped back in surprise, and almost landed on his butt.
Finally, the guy opened his eyes, looking perplexed: "Huh? You called me?"
The person in charge frowned: "What's your name?"
"I... I... my name is 'Monk Goes Alone to the Brothel'..."
Person in charge: "???"
The entry conditions for Doma are actually simple, either you're deemed to have amazing potential, or you're good at playing cards.
Peripheral members don't need to register or undergo any review; they can join after a brainwash and branding. So even the person in charge didn't know there was someone with such a strange name within his external members...
This player, named "Monk Goes Alone to the Brothel," was feeling a bit uneasy.
He just found attending these sermons too boring, so he was idling here while listening to the sermons, playing a few rounds of poker on a small plugin in the game pod. Back in school, he used to fool around like this during online classes.
However, who knew Linked World had such a ridiculous setting? If a player's character idled too long without any action, they would actually start snoring; which designer thought of this nonsense...
The player realized he might have screwed up, but wasn't overly worried.
The worst outcome is just dying once, anyway!
He originally planned to die once and use that as a chance to slip out of Doma, and then go seek protection from Youyu...
"Daring to defile a sacred ceremony, I suppose you are prepared to face the music."
The person in charge coldly declared, flicking his robe to reveal a Duel Disc.
"Then hand over your soul to the great God of Orichalcos!"
...See? Even punishment requires a duel.
Alright, let's duel, "Monk Goes Alone to the Brothel" was not the least bit fazed. Winning this duel would be a big gain, losing wouldn't be a loss, at worst he would just die once...
At that very moment, a dull explosion echoed in the hall. The wall was shattered, flames surged through the ruptured gap, the scorching heat raged in the enclosed space, and the first wave of believers was swept off.
Simultaneously, the windows on one side of the hall shattered. Figures emerged from behind the collapsed wall and broken windows, swiftly surrounding the hall from all directions.
The person in charge was taken aback, turned around in shock—
—Nightwalker World!?
How did they find their way here?
At this point, "Monk Goes Alone to the Brothel" was even more surprised than the person in charge.
Because, among everyone present at Doma, only he could see that the Dark Duelists, clad in Nightwalker World uniforms, bursting in from the raid, had colorful and varied IDs floating above their heads.
...They were all players!
Holy crap, they're all on our side!
At this moment, the group of fools was very excited.
"Awesome, looks like this is really Doma's nest!"
"Obviously, Youyu-san is the world's protagonist, his words can't be wrong?"
"Brothers, charge!"
A bunch of charging fools quickly took control of the scene. They swarmed into the hall, grabbing the closest people to them, and forced them into card games, energetic and unstoppable.
Some fools were even pushing and shoving.
"Hey, what are you doing? I was here first, this monster is mine, get lost!"
"P! Clearly, I was the first to open the Duel Disc; this monster should count as mine!"
"Why don't we ask him his own opinion?"
The confused Doma believer blocked by two fools: "???"
From the player forum, Youyu obtained the distribution map for Doma's points in Domino and returned to the Nightwalker headquarters that night, launching a lightning raid on all points simultaneously.
This strike was meant to be a surprise, eliminating Doma's main forces in the Domino area before they could react!
In the attack plan, players within the Domino area became Youyu's main force.
Players here in Domino were either beta or public testers and had bought good stuff from Youyu's shop.
They had shed the Normal Deck card decks, and these Yu-Gi-Oh players were stronger than average Duelists from the DM era. With superior tactics and card deck building skills, battling middle-to-lower-level Doma Duelists was a breeze.
...Of course, most importantly, players couldn't die.
If the opponent lost a duel, they'd be subjected to the Dark Yugi's punishment, their souls sealed by the Orichalcos, but not the players.
Endlessly reusable free cannon fodder, simply the first choice in war.
The sudden assault left Doma's outpost caught off guard, bewildered by the incoming wave of fools.
Many believers were confused and opened their Duel Discs without understanding, somehow getting entangled in duels with the energized fools in front of them...
This Orichalcos-believer outpost leader, for his part, seemed to have opposed the leader among the fools... although he wasn't entirely sure.
The reason it seemed to be a leader was because the fools around consistently stepped aside when this guy emerged, even respectfully calling him "Nora Tatsu."
The uncertainty came because the person in charge found it perplexing that this guy wore a silly bunny headgear, making it impossible to discern his intentions.
"Locally known as Nora Tatsu." The guy with the bunny headgear opened his Duel Disc, "Looks like you're the boss here. Let's settle this once and for all!"
Person in charge: "?"
Are you seriously planning to duel me wearing that thing?