Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date- 18 April 2321

Time- 22:35

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Orphanage

With his sense restricted by the Field Marshal's replica celestial rule domain, Henricks could not sense the seven hundred Undead Demigods in the outskirts of the city yet he felt a sense of pressure and fear from the situation as things were at their worst. Even if the reinforcement were to arrive in time he did not know if it would be enough to face their enemies. Their reinforcement might end up requiring rescue along with them. Yet, Wyatt not only did not agree with his proposal to use his ability to bring his allies to make up the required numbers to face the enemies but showed no fear toward their current situation. Seeing him like this caused Henricks's fears to vanish believing that Wyatt and Field Marshal had things under control. Maybe the reinforcement they called had arrived and had enough numbers, after all, they had the home-field advantage. If the Southern Hero and Southern Hope were to be outnumbered by enemies in the Southern Region then it would indeed be shameful on the Southern Region's part. However, that was impossible but if it were to happen, now that be funny, thinking of this Henricks shook his head with a chuckle finding the random thought in his head hilarious. However, his chuckle remained stuck in his throat when he heard Wyatt say, "Field Marshal, gather them and leave the rest to me."

"Hey, hey, Wyatt, don't tell me you plan to face all seven hundred of them by yourself," Henricks asked frantically Wyatt wondering if he heard him. "Yes," Wyatt replied nonchalantly. "Hey, hey, Wyatt, don't tell me you plan to face all seven hundred of them by yourself," Henricks asked frantically Wyatt wondering if he heard him. "Yes," Wyatt replied nonchalantly. The reason the undead demigods were considered stronger than average demigods was because of their undead bodies that recovered regardless of the damage suffered, they felt no pain, they summoned strong undead minions such as SSS-rank undead monsters, and their body toxins that would counter their opponent's physical attacks with SSS-rank rot curse. Apart from that they were similar to regular demigods. The physique and traits of the undead demigods might be frightening and too hard to deal with for average demigods but that was not a problem for Wyatt. Wyatt could disintegrate and reconstruct his body with a single thought so he was partially immortal and immune to physical damage. Having mastered the blood curse meaning of the blood rule to the ultimate tire, he had gained immunity to the curses. As for the Undead Demigod summoning SSS-rank undead monsters, if Wyatt cared about being outnumbered he would never have tried to seven hundred of them at once alone. Seeing Field Marshal was following Wyatt's arrangement, Henricks looked at her in dismay and said, "Don't tell me are going to go along with this? That is not one or two but seven hundred undead demigods. I know he defeated a strong devil that took out four teams of elite demigods by himself but aren't you overestimating the kid too much?" "No, I am not overestimating him but you are underestimating him too much," the Field Marshal said preparing to gather all seven hundred undead demigods in one place so Wyatt could go all out without having to worry about them escaping or him accidentally destroying the city. "That's an army of undead demigods he planning to go against, alone at that. How am I the one underestimating him but not him overestimating himself?" Henricks asked in sheer disbelief at the Field Marshal's response. Only to hear Corey brag, "Old man, what are you afraid of these just a bunch of dead people, little Baem said they are not even worth her taking action." Seeing how even Wyatt dared to face the army of undead head-on, Corey who was first skeptical began to believe little Baem's bragging. If the enemies were not weak how would the Field Marshal who was supposed to protect Wyatt let him fight a fight he would not win? So, she began to wonder that little Baem wasn't exaggerating about its strength but the enemies they face might indeed be too weak for it. Henricks stared at Corey blankly and asked, "When you were little where you dropped on your head?" "Old man, are you trying to pick a fight?" Corey snapped at Henricks. His question to her was the same as him calling her idiot to her face. "Little girl, do you take me for a fool?" Henricks snapped right back at Corey, her bragging that her imaginary friend could take on the army of undead demigods effortlessly to him of all the people her was the same as her taking him for a fool. "Old man, are you calling me lair? And who are you calling an imaginary friend, Little Baem is very real. Believe it or not, I will have little Baem chew you alive and spit your mangled corpse in a latrine pit. So, you may rest in feces for eternity," Corey yelled in rage, her chest heaving with her deep yet fast breathing. "..." Henricks stared at Corey in rage, he wanted to say something but found himself unable to think of words to refute. How would one go about commenting against something so absurd?

"Will you two fucking shut up and let me concentrate?" The Field Marshal suddenly yelled staring daggers at Corey and Henricks. Original their banter was not enough for her to lose her concentration as she tried to pinpoint the exact location of all seven hundred undead demigods to gather them together for Wyatt to finish them all together but when Corey said she would have Henricks rest in feces (R.I.F) for eternity she lost concentration finding this particular remark funny and thing how Corey presented was witty. If not for her years of training to remain indifferent she might have laughed out aloud. "Now, this is the Corey I know," Wyatt chimed in. Then, he warned Henricks, "Don't provoke her. Restricted by the domain you are not her familiar's match and you would only be giving her a chance to stand good on her words, to make you rest in feces for eternity."