"Alright, let's talk."
Kira dragged the now soul-crushed manager to his office.
But as soon as he entered, he was surprised to see a boy tied to a chair.
"Huh? What's this?" Kira asked.
Now defeated, Kaihara was compelled to answer honestly:
"That's the son of a local club leader. The dark web had its eye on their organization and facilities, but they refused to cooperate, so we..."
Kira didn't need him to finish.
"He's in the way. Let him go."
Kaihara didn't dare object, immediately ordering his subordinates:
"What are you waiting for? Untie him, now!"
No one dared delay. The boy was quickly freed and respectfully ushered away.
The boy, utterly confused, remembered that just ten minutes ago, Kaihara had been torturing him, arrogant and cruel. Now, he was humble as a turtle. The transformation was astonishing.
He quickly realized the turning point was the white-clad man who'd entered. Though his father was the leader of an underground club, he himself wasn't involved in the world of Shadow Duelists and didn't recognize the now-famous Revolver. He just made a mental note to remember this man's appearance and planned to thank him to his father later. For now, he just ran without looking back.
Kira sat down in the manager's chair, gesturing casually at the chair the boy had just vacated.
"Sit, don't be shy."
Kaihara froze. That chair was electrified—he'd just used it to torture the boy. He forced a smile:
"Ahaha, I'll just stand, standing is fine..."
Kira raised an eyebrow:
"You don't want to sit?"
"No, not at all."
Kaihara forced himself to sit down.
He had once heard that another dark web market had been swept by Revolver single-handedly and had looked down on the other manager. He figured he'd never let that happen to him.
He never expected to be proven wrong so quickly. Now he understood why those markets fell so easily. It wasn't that the other manager was weak—the opponent was inhuman.
Four infinite loops in three turns!
What did that mean?
In duel history, infinite loops were legendary, performed only by top duelists in the most climactic moments. The most famous was Yugi's infinite draw loop against Slifer the Sky Dragon, forcing the opponent to deck out for the win.
But this guy pulled off infinite loops as easily as eating or drinking.
This was strength beyond his comprehension—on par with the legendary world-destroying bosses, not ordinary duelists.
When did the dark web mess with a god like this?
"Answer my questions," Kira prompted.
"Questions? Oh, right..." Kaihara snapped back. "Prison No. 7, right? Honestly, I don't know much about it..."
He saw Kira frown and quickly added,
"It's true!"
"The job Snake River took was from your market," Kira said flatly. "And now you claim ignorance?"
"You have to believe me—after losing to you, I can't lie anyway, right?"
Kaihara was helpless.
"It's true the job was posted through me, but some clients are... let's say, extremely cautious. They don't show themselves, not even to the dark web."
"I've heard you need to register an identity to post a job on the dark web," Kira said.
"Yes, but it doesn't have to be a real identity," Kaihara replied. "Take you, for example—everyone knows you as Revolver, that's your dark web identity. If someone asks who you are, that's all I can say, right?"
But noticing Kira's displeasure, he quickly added,
"But I can give you everything the client left with the job!"
"Oh? What is it?"
"A portable storage device, mainly the plan for infiltrating Prison No. 7—detailed maps, entry routes, instructions to hire a duelist for the job..."
He slapped his forehead.
"Oh, right! And the most crucial thing—a hacker program designed specifically for Prison No. 7."
Kaihara signaled his subordinates to fetch it.
"I don't really understand it, but someone on my staff said it's the strongest program they've ever seen. The client must know KaibaCorp's security protocols inside and out. Whoever wrote it is not only a rare genius but also intimately familiar with KaibaCorp's systems.
I think this could be a clue..."
Soon, the subordinate brought the device. Kira took it.
With no more intel to get for now, Kira stood up.
"Alright, thanks for your cooperation."
He pocketed the deck he'd taken from Kaihara's duel disk.
Kaihara kept his head down, pretending not to notice.
"If I need anything else, I'll be back."
"Of course! Please take care!"
Kaihara cursed inwardly, but kept a respectful face. He said he'd welcome him back anytime, but inside he'd already cursed him a thousand times, hoping he'd drop dead and never return.
…
Back at KaibaCorp, the program turned out to be a key clue.
When Mokuba examined the infiltration program, his expression quickly turned strange.
"The dark web guy was right—this is the work of a rare genius, and he knows KaibaCorp's system very well.
And I think... I might know the creator."
"Oh?" Kira crossed his arms behind him. "An old acquaintance?"
"Sort of."
Mokuba pondered.
"His name is Zigfried von Schroeder."