Card Apprentice Daily Log



Date- 7 April 2321

Time- 14:12

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital, Southern Card Creationist Association, Auction House

The audience witnessed the silver milk fraudster suddenly grow a few inches in height and became bulkier filling his loose clothes until they were stretched to the max tension their threads could bear. The fraudster appeared shredded and intimidating. Nobody would say that was the body of a 17-year-old card creationist. Their shock wasn't done there, they soon witnessed three heads and three pairs of arms float behind him. 

At present, in the eyes of the audience, the fraudster looked like a well-chiseled demon god. All the men in the auction house for some weird reason suddenly felt intimidated like the beta, sigma, and omega in the presence of the true alpha. No matter how much they denied their wild instincts they were ingrained in their soul pathways and they could never outgrow them. The Gigamite's masculine hormones have always suppressed the hormones of males across all species, especially their own. Or in this case the Viltronians and Humans. 

Despite the horror of watching floating heads and arms, the women could not take their eyes off the fraudster. For some unknown reason, their pupils dilated, their hearts raced, and some even felt their panty was moist. In front of the combined threat of Gigamite's masculine hormones and the fragrance of the dungeon calamity seed even Jill's carnivorous womb leaked in heat let alone the average woman. 

"I take it back, our Wyatt is the most handsome and attractive man I have seen," Agatha said biting on her lower lips, her eyes were bright and her pupils dilated in anticipation as she stared at the boy's body. It appeared as if she was undressing him with her eyes and had let her imagination run wild. 

"I don't see it, aren't all boys the same," Aba complained. 

Listening to Aba, Agatha did not bother to correct her and continued to ogle the boy, "Princess, you will understand when you grow up."

"..." Aba went silent trying to figure out if what Agatha said was an insult or advice. 

As for Ann who was in a heated discussion with the auction house and city wall staff, hearing the discussion between Aba and Agatha suddenly turned to glare at Agatha and said, "Bitch, he is mine. Come at me if you disagree."

"Chill, I was just smelling the dish and so are the other bitches in the audience. You can taste the dish all by yourself that is if Susan or Anna don't beat you to it," Agatha commented passive-aggressively. Despite the obvious physical attraction between her and the boy, Agatha felt, seventeen was too young for her taste. Not to mention she planned to tie her boat to the boy's to make a fortune once her princess attends university. She knew better than to defecate where she plans to eat. 

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Ignoring the dumbfounded expression of the audience, I explained, "As you can see my physique allows me to divide my mental strength." 

I wasn't lying when I said this because my mutated soul was indeed a part of my physique and traits. With my amazing display of card creation, somebody was bound to ask me if I had a secret to it, so I decided to give them an answer before they took matters into their hands and came knocking at my door. 

It's not that the audience was looking at the Card soldier's physique for the first time. Most of them had done their own network search on the Card soldier and they have witnessed his fight in the city tournament. However, watching his physique in person brought up this mix of emotions in them that they could not experience watching the video. 

Listening to the boy explained that his high-level control over his mental strength was thanks to his physique, the referee looked at the boy with eyes full of greed. Yes, he was interested in the boy's peculiar physique but he was more interested in the boy's potential. Because it appeared as if the boy was born to be a card creationist and an array master. 

It would be hard for the referee to find such a talent even if he were to search the entire southern region or the world so he did not plan to let the opportunity to take in a talented disciple slip by. He felt that his meeting with the boy was fate. Because he rarely takes a break from his research work and even when he does he rarely participates in the association work. And today of all days he volunteered to become the referee for the challenge and then run's into such a rare gem, if this was not fate at its finest, then what?

Learning that the boy's physique gave him incredible control over his mental strength the audience suddenly felt worried for Chris. Yes, they felt worried for Chris, but none of them even bother to think that maybe they were not giving the boy enough credit for his capability as a card creationist. That thought never even crossed their mind. This was the result of Chris's showmanship, through which he had made the audience and viewers care about him and used it to turn every representative of the southern card creationist association into a public enemy in their eyes. Especially, the boy mostly because of his reputation of being a fraud of the highest order. 

"Ain't that nifty?" Chris snorted feeling envious of his opponent's physique and its mental-strength-related abilities since his origin card came with a huge side effect despite its overpowered nature. 

Feeling Chris's envy I shook my head because out of everyone present in this auction hall, Chris was the last person to feel jealous of my physique considering his insane origin card. I then added, "Let us just start the match." 

Getting Chris's nod, the referee prepared to commence the challenge but the announcer suddenly intervened saying, "Sir, Master Wyatt never got to demonstrate the card he create and we have yet to judge their previous challenge which is still underway."