1 Am I in what?

You know, usually my mornings begin at 5am sharp, i get up, inmediately start my morning routine, teeths, bathroom, breakfast, i nice cup of coffee with milk and a lot of sugar, damn my sweet tooth, and before going to work in a extremely and perfectly ironed office attire, I execute a perfect T-pose making sure to slighly bend my back not in a regular 90° but in a 93.5°, directly looking at the sun and singing my praise to the absolute giga chad of the Souls series Solaire of Astoras.

With that said and done, one would said, "and now he begins the tale of how he got to his job barely on hour yippee"

No

Just.No.

First, today was supposed to be freaking sunday, and everyone respects sunday, so guess what, instead of getting up and going for my morning jogging with a simple green tea plus soda cracker in my stomach so i may have a light meal without my stomach singing Hallelujah during my routine; right now, i am nursing the mother of all headaches feeling like i was trampled by hundred elephants, rejected by my long time crush (which happened), and finally filling like, for some reason, i was part of the Hangover movies, and i knew, i just knew that i was the glasses guy, i never learned his name, an we know how he ended in the last movie right? So, yeah, I am not feeling okay right now and if my jelly like legs are saying something, is that i should have stayed in bed instead of trying to reach for the closest toilet.

Which was something that i failed, expectacularly, first I hit myself against the door, then the little toe of my right foot, making me jump like a drunkard just in front of the bathroom and pretty sure that i even invented a new series of insults in the process, just to, once again hit myself againts the door...I know that i am not Henry Cavill, but if this at least doesnt make slightly similar to handsome squidward then we are going to have a problem.

So imagine myself when i finally reach my sink and after soaking my face in cold water, aliviating a little the murder headache in my head, what greets me, its not my own reflection, but a handsome boy, of what i can guess, is 190cm tall, with slightly wild-messy silver hair in the front, and for some reason, spiky black and red hair, that was just a little bit similar to a particular character from an anime series from my childhood, heck, he was still the face of the franchise two decades after the first card box was released, not only that, I could say, and not sounding gah or anything, but he was really handsome, like straight out from a shoujo/shonen anime or manga, his physique was nothing to scoff at, he was muscular, having more of a swimmer build than a heavy lifter one, but what surpirsed me was how pale he was, he wasnt pale like, *gulp* I nealy throwed up what little remains in my stomach, but it was clear that the guy needed vitamin C asap.

And while I was oh so rudely staring at a complete stranger, i couldn´t help but see that he was making the same expressions that, i am sure, i was making; I mean, one thing is to act and be a mime, but another is being synchronized with some else to the point that they can replicate your expressions to a T, I was going to clumsily reach out to him if it wasn´t for the point that when i thought i was going to reach him my hand crashed against the mirror of the bathroom stratling me and waking me up from my trance, and making me realize something.

"That´s me?" I asked to no one, i knew the kind of man that i was, and I havent had single fling or relationship in months thanks to my hectic work schedule, i nmediatley went for the big mirror in my main closet only to see the biggest fucking logo of a company that i am pretty sure shouldn´t exist at all outside of a particular card game, across from my own street where my apt was ,located was the infamous logo of Kaiba Corp, a Mega corporation led by none other by the absolute mad man and fastest check dispenser in anime history Seto Kaiba, not only that a little to the left of said logo was a one the biggest screen i have ever seen, but that wasn´t important, what or in this case who was important was the man in the screen promoting the soon to be regional championship of Duel Monster, but a man notable for his foppish manner, dandified appearance, and effeminate hairstyle, all of which have led to him being referred to as "cutie-pie" and an "overdressed prima donna"; he was none other than Pegasus J. Crawford or as everyone got to know him Maximillian Pegasus creator of the Duel Monster card game in the anime and during his beginnings a total psycho and later a regular plot armor for the team.

I stumbled upon seeing him, of all people in a big publicity screen, not like it was something weird for him to appear in front of the camera, just like he once said the camera naturally loved him, but if real living character that appeared in said screen wasn´t enough to convince me that it was who i knew he was, then that particular shade of gray hair, hair style, and above all the point that his hair style was done in a way that it could hide the Millenium Eye in substitute of what used ti be his left eye, then i dont know what more evidence i needed to understand my current situation

"You gotta be kidding me" the words left my mouth before i could process them, the shock, the storm and pretty sure the inner drama i was going through inside my head in that particular moment would have made me laugh even now.

"I am in Yu-Gi-Oh?!"

And thats how my story began, finding myself trapped in one of my favourite childhoods anime, with no idea of how I arrive to one of the most chaotic and slightly terrific universe in the entire anime multiverse nor about my bonds, my duels and much less the quirky but colorful individuals that I would eventually call dear friends in the not so distant future, and above all, never dreamed of, meeting "her", but you would see in due time, not everything is as it seems, but i know one thing, I wish I would have prepared myself for the storm that my arrival brought alongside with me and the consequences that came with it, its okay, its nothing nefarious, except for a couple dead, and the trauma, the nightmares aaaaaaannnnnndddddd shutting up

I invite you to read this in hope that my experiences would help whoever may be reading this...book? journal? how to survive guide to be isekaid? whatever take it or read however you want, this is but a story, my story, of how I became the King of Games and how i survived, sometimes, to the darkest aspect of this game that i used to love oh so much, and still love till date.

Hey, at least i didnt end in Pokemon right?