Card Apprentice Daily Log

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

'Yeah, that is not possible,' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon answered as it moved its blood-rule slave amalgamation Dragonoid body and morphed it to form a dome around turtle shell shield protecting Wyatt.

'What do you mean? No, you won't send me out of here now or No, you can't send me out of here at all, which is it?' Wyatt asked the Dragon for clarity on its reply. Seeing the might displayed by the celestial blood-rule slave despite being a few hundred thousand miles from the battlefield, he was beginning to think that the Dragon might also be trapped with him in the blood-rule domain.

'No, I won't send you out of here now. It is all about the timing. If I try to send you out of here now, it might give the Deviant Devil the impression that I am trying to escape. Then it will have to choose between playing with the celestial blood-rule slave or with me. Since I am the sure thing, it will try to capture me and leave here. Foiling my plan and years of patience. It is not that I don't want you to be safe but I cannot risk everything over this. Trust me, I will not let any harm befall you. Do you understand what I am saying?' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon patiently explained to Wyatt, it even made sure that Wyatt knew that his safety was also its priority. Showcasing that it had already begun to consider Wyatt as its junior. Now that it had been vulnerable in front of Wyatt, it no longer had any qualms with or reservations about Wyatt. It genuinely treated Wyatt as its own.

'I trust you,' Wyatt responded reluctantly, he could feel genuineness in Dargon's words. However, Wyatt felt sad knowing that the Dragon only cared about the World Calamity Tree and not the mortal 'Dalton Wyatt.' His sadness stemmed from the fact that they could have been friends but things growing complicated. Then Wyatt hurriedly changed the topic reminding the Dragon, 'You were saying something about the Mulias Tribe.'

'Ah~ that, it is debated that the Mulias Tribe are the descendants of a transcendent devil ape that ate the ninth and the smallest moon of the Dark Realm,' the Dragon continued where it had left off.

'Ninth moon, Did the Dark realm have nine moons?' Wyatt asked in the Dragon in disbelief because as far as he knew the current Dark Realm had six moons but because of their varying size and orbit path, they only appeared together once every four years of the Dark realm. Even seeing three of them together once a year was a rare sight. Some tribes believed these moons were remnants of an ancient tribe's weapon to unify the Drak realm, similar to the Devil merchant code.

Many ruler-class forces have invested a lot of time and money trying to explore these moons but none found any evidence to back that up. A few manics even wanted to blow up one of the moons to find proof, but the timely intervention of a few formidable ruler-class forces saved the Dark realm from a catastrophic tragedy that could never be undone.

However, Wyatt had not read or heard of the Dark Realm having nine moons until the Dragon mentioned it.

'There are many ancient records stating that the Dark realm once had nine moons, it is said that the nine moons formed a natural array that gathered and trapped soul energy in the atmosphere of the Dark realm. According to the records the soul energy was so abundant in the Dark realm that—'

'Hold up, aren't you getting sidetracked here? With a celestial body threatening to crash into us, do you think it's appropriate time to tell me about the baseless lores of the Dark realm? Just tell me about the Mulias tribe and if the Deviant Devil will meet its end for us to be risking our life here?' Wyatt interrupted the Dragon, warning it to not get sidetracked as it was not the time and place.

'I thought a few stories would help calm your nerves but you did not fall for it, but you are so smart,' the Dragon replied dotting on Wyatt. Listening to the Dragon, Wyatt felt a revolting feeling in his gut. Wyatt would prefer the haughty Dragon over this one every day.

'Get to the point. Why did the ancestor of the Mulias tribe eat the moon and how is it related to the Deviant Devil's strength?' Wyatt inquired sternly.

'It is said that the Mulias tribe ancestor ate the ninth moon to prove his transcendence. But many believe that the Mulias tribe's ancestor failed to prove his transcendence despite eating the moon yet in his final moments it bestowed power to its descendants hoping they could achieve success where it failed. Many have been debating about it for millenniums so do not take it seriously. As for how it is related to the Deviant Devil's strength you are about to witness it soon, I won't be cruel to spoil it for you,' the Dragon answered but chose to keep the Deviant Devil's ability a secret to build suspense.

'Proving transcendence, is that supposed to be a step to achieving transcendence?' Wyatt asked the Dragon in astonishment.Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt

'Yes and no, it depends on what path you take to achieve transcendence. The ancient tribes had records of my paths to transcendence but one has worked so far, so don't take them seriously either. Besides, only savages like the Mulias tribe would prefer to use their brute strength to prove transcendence,' the Dragon wasn't subtle about its prejudices towards the Mulias tribe. Why would it be? Their decision to use Anesthesia Dragons as ingredients to ease their prince's pain had spelled a catastrophe spanning a few millenniums for the Anesthesia Dragon tribe. The catastrophe that could only end with death of their prince.

'You keep talking about ancient tribes, you are already a few millenniums old so how old are these ancient tribes you speak of?'