Yu-Gi-Oh!: Transformed into a Girl, Starting with Trickstar

In a messy apartment, a figure stared at a computer screen, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Every time the bid amount rose, his heart raced.

It was more money than he could make working in the League for three lifetimes.

He had thought the ten million starting price was too high, but now it was clear… these clubs had money to burn. Tens of millions, just for one duelist.

And it was all because of the "SunshineStriker," who ascended to Platinum undefeated. Even though he was no longer a duelist, he still envied that level of strength.

What he hadn't expected was that this mysterious duelist would turn out to be just a little girl.

Probably none of the club execs imagined that either.

Alban could already picture the look on the winning bidder's face when they opened the file.

Grinning, he grabbed a can of beer and took a deep swig.

But when he saw the latest bid amount, he suddenly spat it out. Alban reached out with trembling fingers, counting the zeroes.

'Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand…'

'One hundred million?!'

He thought he was seeing things. Spending a hundred million on a single duelist? Who did that?

When he saw the name of the bidding club, he relaxed.

Upon learning the mysterious duelist was a girl, no one had reacted more intensely than Team Predator. They were indeed going all-in to recruit powerful talent.

However, none of that mattered to Alban. As long as he got the money and ran, he could enjoy the rest of his life in peace.

He chugged his beer joyfully and looked down at the file on the table.

A photo of Morgan stared back at him.

He chuckled. "Thanks to you, little miss SunshineStriker, I'm about to be financially free."

Yet, Alban hadn't noticed the thick black mist seeping through the crack beneath his apartment door.

It drifted silently toward him, forming into two robed figures standing behind him.

"Huh? Why did the lights dim?"

The auction had just entered its intermission when Alban sensed something was off. He turned around—and nearly had a heart attack.

Two figures in black stood before him, staring without blinking.

"Wh-Who are you people?!"

"How did you get in here? I'm calling the police!"

Alban fumbled for his phone, but the two didn't move. One pointed at the computer and smirked.

"You're calling the cops? On yourself?"

Only then did Alban realize—he wasn't exactly doing anything legal.

"What do you want?"

Trying to stay calm, Alban noted they hadn't attacked him immediately. That meant there was still room to negotiate.

"Simple. We just want to duel."

A crisp female voice came from beneath one of the cloaks. She parted it slightly, revealing shapely legs, a striking figure, and a Duel Disk with a strange design.

"But the loser gets dragged into the shadow."

Alban had been entranced by her body, but the words snapped him out of it. His face paled.

"You're... Shadow Duelists!"

His first instinct was to flee. Shadow Duelists were powerful, and he didn't stand a chance.

Money could be earned again. His life, not so much.

"Heh, don't you know? Shadow Games can't be refused."

The woman laughed coldly, then waved her hand. The black mist swirled into a vortex, engulfing the room.

Her Duel Disk activated, and life Points appeared as the Shadow Game began.

Alban's eyes filled with despair.

...

Moments later, the black mist faded. The woman still stood there.

Alban was gone.

"Hannah, the boss isn't pleased. The ones you bring back lately are all weak. That guy from Team Beast was slightly interesting, but barely."

"This one? Not even good enough for a slave. Might end up as a sacrifice."

The bulky man beside her sneered. His Duel Disk looked like a toy in his massive hands.

"Shut up, Zelo! I'm trying to find a talented duelist."

Hannah clicked her tongue and walked over to Alban's computer, immediately deleting the post and auction data.

"The League's been getting wary lately. It's harder to move. So I've been watching for solo duelists."

She swayed her hips as she spoke. "I was tracking that mysterious duelist. Now that there's a lead, I can't pass it up."

She snatched up the file from Alban's desk—and froze.

"The mysterious duelist... is a little girl?"

Zelo leaned over for a glance and snorted. "Looks like this guy just made up a file to scam some money and run. What a waste. Let's go, Hannah."

Hannah bit her lip. After a moment of hesitation, her eyes hardened.

"No. I'm going to investigate myself. We've come too far to back down."

She wrapped her cloak around herself and moved to leave—but Zelo blocked her.

"Wait. The boss just sent us a hunting list. We have to finish that first... unless you want to be punished."

Hannah flinched, clearly remembering something terrifying.

She scowled, then reluctantly followed Zelo out.

The room fell silent once more.

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