Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2429: Wyatt The Breeder

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Lil Red Storm Realm, Seed World, Trophy section.

Wyatt pondered for a while, only to conclude that even at his strongest, he wouldn’t be powerful enough to withstand the shockwaves from the Deviant Devil’s battle within the Blood Rule Source. The difference in their power levels was simply too vast.

However, he thought of two individuals who might survive in that environment and fetch a dozen cores for him: one was his captive, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, and the other was his elder sister, the newborn Celestial, Dalie. As for Ceed, she was simply too young and inexperienced.

The elder dragon would rather see its entire race exterminated than risk encountering the Deviant Devil. No offer from Wyatt—including its freedom—could convince it to help. It preferred the safety of Wyatt’s prison over the possibility of being caught by Mamas.

That left Wyatt with Dalie. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that she was the best fit for the task. As a Celestial, she would not be targeted by the Blood Rule Source. The blood rule slaves focused on attacking Mamas wouldn’t bother her while she harvested the cores of their fallen comrades, slaughtered by the Deviant Devil. In fact, if the situation allowed, they might be able to collect more than just a dozen cores.

With this in mind, Wyatt settled on Dalie. He even began to imagine future possibilities: venturing deeper into the Blood Rule Source, or perhaps locating other Rule Sources. If they could do so, they might be able to harvest the cores of rule slaves sent to eliminate him. It was an idea worth considering, though everything would depend on how events unfolded from here.

Having decided to take the risk of entering the Blood Rule Source, Wyatt instructed his clones to continue crafting cards while he and Dalie retrieved the final ingredient needed: a dozen ruler-class cores.

Leaving the trophy section with Ceed’s assistance, Wyatt returned to his penthouse suite at the heart of the megalopolis, where Dalie was observing mortals and learning from them. Sensing a fluctuation in space, Dalie paused her lessons. Recognizing Wyatt’s soul energy signature, she greeted him as he arrived, "Hello, little brother."

"Hi," Wyatt replied awkwardly. Apart from a few soap operas, he had never seen anyone greet their sibling so formally. It was uncomfortable and a little unsettling. Their bond sublimated that of ordinary siblings, thanks to his cursed bloodline. Things shouldn’t have felt so stiff and awkward between them. But they did—because Dalie was trying too hard, while Wyatt, distracted by too many responsibilities, barely tried at all.

But now that he was aware of it, he decided not to rush into business. Instead, he asked, "Dalie, are you really okay with all the changes around here? If not, I can have them relocate."

Though he had confirmed several times with Dalie that she was fine with the Freedom Fighters moving in before they built the Megalopolis and immigrated millions of card apprentices. He now feared that while she may have liked the idea, she might not be enjoying the reality.

"No, I like it. I’m learning so many new things from them," Dalie answered quickly, worried that Wyatt might misunderstand her feelings and get the wrong impression.

Wyatt frowned, sensing that Dalie wasn’t telling him everything. He pressed gently, "If something’s bothering you, just say it. Maybe I can help."

"Well, since you asked... I want more siblings. No—actually, a bigger family. Like the ones mortals have," Dalie confessed.

"Dalie, you know better than anyone that I can’t control my bloodline. I’m still figuring it out. Maybe someday, but for now, you have me and Ceed," Wyatt said, shaking his head helplessly. Of all the things she could have asked for, she chose the one thing completely out of his hands.

Wyatt didn’t mention the Clown Mask or the others—they might share his bloodline, but they weren’t Celestials like the three of them. And in Dalie’s eyes, that meant they weren’t truly ’family.’

"Well, Ceed and you aren’t enough," Dalie said bluntly. She knew she was being unreasonable—maybe even greedy—but she couldn’t help how she felt. The heart wants what it wants. Ever since the mortals moved in, her yearning for a larger family had only grown stronger, until Wyatt finally pulled it out of her.

"Then create your own race of mortal beings. It’s about time, honestly. If you need inspiration, I can borrow books from the Infinity Library," Wyatt suggested, doing his best to offer a solution. He figured that starting her own native civilization might keep her occupied—and perhaps fulfill her desire for a bigger family.

"No, that’s not the same. They wouldn’t be like you, Ceed, and me," Dalie rejected his suggestion without hesitation—clearly something she had already considered and dismissed long ago.

"Well, what about the Chaos Dwarfs? Weren’t you planning on taking Dulas as your apprentice? How are they adjusting, by the way?" Wyatt asked, desperately trying to change the topic. He had a gut feeling Dalie had a specific way to expand their ’family,’ and he was sure he wouldn’t like it.

"They’re settling in nicely," Dalie replied. Then, with a deep frown, she asked him, "Why did you even ask what’s bothering me if you had no intention of helping me?"

"Dalie, I want to help you, but this... this isn’t something I can control. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you with this one," Wyatt said sincerely. He owed Dalie a lot and fully intended to repay her kindness somehow, but what she was asking was out of his hands.

"Yes, you can. All you have to do is find a suitable mate and give me dozens of nieces and nephews," Dalie explained eagerly, hoping her brother would agree.

Hearing Dalie’s words, Dredre—nestled warmly within Wyatt’s hair—couldn’t help but poke her head out and glance at him, curious about his reaction. Knowing about Wyatt and Susan, the gossip bug inside her was already itching, she couldn’t help but grow interested in where this conversation was headed.

"Hell no! There’s no way I’m doing that!" Wyatt shouted at the top of his lungs, utterly stunned that Dalie wanted to reduce him to a breeder just to fulfill her own desires.

"Why not? You’re the only one among the three of us who can reproduce. Trust me, if I could, I would’ve already given you tons of nieces and nephews," Dalie protested, trying to persuade her little brother to have children, for her sake. If she could, she would’ve done the same for him without hesitation.

"Yes, you can too. Just refine a human incarnation and have as many kids as you want. Leave me out of this," Wyatt countered, already regretting that he’d tried to be a considerate brother instead of just getting to business like usual.

"Again, that’s not the same. The resulting children would be human, not Celestials. For that, I don’t even need to create a human incarnation—I could make them now," Dalie said, making it clear that she wanted a Celestial family, not a mortal one who wouldn’t live long enough for her to remember them in her long lifespan.

It wasn’t that Dalie looked down on mortals. On the contrary, she respected them deeply, so much so that she had chosen to learn from them. What she admired most was their familial bonds. She longed for that herself.

As a Celestial, she was bound to live until the end of time—assuming nothing unexpected happened. Even the lifespans of the ruler-class beings paled in comparison. Hence, her understanding of time was fundamentally different. That’s why longevity was one of the most important factors she considered before forming deep attachments. Based on her experience, she preferred companions who were Celestials like herself.