Seeing the opponent looking like he was done for, Obaro stopped pretending.
"Do you think I became a teacher because I like being a teacher?" Obaro let out a cold snort, looking very dissatisfied, "A person like you will never understand."
"I don't understand??"
"Hmph, Cronos, you are a noble, a professor at Duel Academy, a renowned Legendary Duelist, so you will never understand how difficult it is for ordinary people like us to become famous and climb up!"
Obaro clenched his right fist, looking at the back of his hand, where a pitch-black inverted cross marked the power he gained by selling his soul to the Archfiend.
"Do you think being a teacher at Duel Academy is a good job?
The pay isn't high, the social status is lacking, and besides normal teaching, we have to take care of those damn little brats.
Duelists are all self-centered folks, and to nurture the students' duelist spirits, the school deliberately indulges their hobbies, letting them find their own ideas."
But what about us!?
We teachers have to dutifully act as babysitters for them?
Bullshit!"
"The reason I became a teacher is quite simple, it's because being a teacher at Duel Academy gives an opportunity to meet various social elites!" He pointed at Cronos, "How could someone like you, sitting in a high position, casually assigning your subordinates tasks, drinking tea, and listening to classical music in the office every day, possibly understand!"
"Hurry up and end your turn!"
Cronos took a deep breath, looked at his hand, and set two cards.
He did not argue.
"But that's not the reason you joined Akaba Leo!"
"Reasons? There can be as many as needed!" Obaro quickly drew a card, "What kind of person Akaba Leo truly is, I do not care, and what happens with invading other worlds is none of my business.
I only care about one thing; by joining the Fusion Army, I can righteously teach those damn students according to the standards of the Fusion Army, and demand all students to meet the same standard.
Besides—Cronos... huh, Acting Principal, do you think Akaba Leo is the only one who wants to throw the world into chaos?
Let me tell you, this world is full of ambitious people and lunatics seeking to seize benefits, and even without Akaba Leo, the conflicts between us and other Dimensions will erupt someday. And now, with Professor Akuma firing the first shot, more and more people will join his ranks or act under his banner in the future."
He looked at his right hand, grinning.
"I won't be the only one; those who are 'Blessed' will probably think the same as I do."
"My turn!" He suddenly drew a card.
"Heh, here it comes!"
"Activate Spell Card, Hand Destruction! Both sides send two cards to the Graveyard and then draw two cards!"
Cronos frowned at the cards in his hand, thought for a while, and reluctantly sent them to the Graveyard, drawing two more.
"Seems like they are useful cards." Obaro jeered, "But mine are even more useful!"
"Activate Spell Card, Monster Reborn!" He displayed a card in his hand, "Heh, resurrect once more, my Darklord, Darklord Superbia!"
Darklord Superbia, LV 8, Dark Attribute, Fairy-Type, Attack Power 2900.
"Of course, Superbia's effect activates again! This card Special Summoned from the Graveyard can revive one Darklord in the Graveyard!"
"Resurrect once more, Darklord Ixchel!"
Darklord Ixchel, LV 10, Dark Attribute, Fairy-Type, DEF 2900.
"Then, Ixchel's effect, pay 1000 Life Points to activate the Altar in the Graveyard!"
Obaro, LP: 9000→8000.
"Heh heh heh, hahaha——"
With his actions, darkness enveloped him, patterns like bat wings emerged on his head: "Awaken! The strongest Warrior of Zera—
Darklord Zerato!"
Scarlet blood spheres descended from the sky, and Cronos could smell the scent of blood. He swallowed, watching as the blood sphere hit the ground, shattering into a blood-red demon wielding a sword!
Darklord Zerato, LV 8, Dark Attribute, Fairy-Type, Attack Power 2800.
"Attack Power 2800..." Cronos frowned tightly.
Those attack points couldn't surpass his monsters.
"Activate, Darklord Zerato's effect, send 1 Dark Attribute Monster from your hand to the Graveyard to destroy all opponent's monsters on the field!"
!!
"Dark Judgment!"
He sent a Darklord from his hand to the Graveyard, and then blood filled the space, with both dragon and giant melting like ice cream, becoming part of the blood.
"This ends it! Acting Principal Cronos!" Obaro laughed wildly, "Once you're dealt with, no one can stop us anymore!"
"Darklord Superbia, attack directly!"
"Open the Set Card!" Seeing this, Cronos turned the Set Card without hesitation, "Continuous Trap Card, Ancient Gear Reborn!
Once per turn, if you have no monsters on the field, you can revive 1 Ancient Gear Monster from the Graveyard!
Revive, Ancient Gear Gadjiltron Dragon!"
The mechanical dragon reassembled, appearing on the field.
"Based on this effect, the ATK of the Special Summoned monster increases by 200 points."
Ancient Gear Gadjiltron Dragon, ATK: 3000→3200.
"Tsk."
Obaro snorted coldly.
This way, he couldn't break through the frontline to attack Cronos.
Although he could still use Zerato's effect to destroy all Cronos's monsters, doing so would mean entering Main Phase 2, leaving no room to attack.
But... it's not a big problem.
He looked at his hand.
Darklord resources will only increase with more battles, and long-term warfare benefits him greatly!
"Set a card, end the turn!"
"At this moment, Zerato's effect—since he activated an effect to destroy opponent's monsters, he will be destroyed in the End Phase of this turn."
Of course, he didn't mind at all.
His Set Card was Bottomless Trap Hole.
Also a Trap Card effective against Ancient Gears.
And of course, more importantly, expecting Cronos to win against his 8000 Life Points was overly optimistic.
"Professor Obaro."
"Heh, what's the matter, trying to get close to me at this time?"
"No—" Cronos adjusted his uniform slightly, gently patting his luxurious yet shabby formal teacher's jacket, "Going forward, I will conduct assessments for all teachers as Acting Principal."
"???"
At this point, saying this???
"And your assessment result is—0 points.
Failing!"
"My turn! Draw!"
Whee, a card automatically popped from the Deck into his hand.