Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2802: A Parent Will Never Kill Their Son

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Three Mischief Encampment, Mystic Dimension

”How is this possible?” the Emissary of Light blurted out, echoing the very thought in the Field Marshal’s mind. Both were equally stunned that the World’s Will had heeded her call instead of smiting her for falsehood. Neither could fathom how this was possible.

His first instinct was that the Field Marshal had used a World Decree to compel the World’s Will to aid in his execution. But he knew that only the Masters possessed that item. He himself was here on their behalf, and he doubted they even knew enough about him to mobilize the Card World’s Will against him—let alone invoke a World Decree to kill him.

Besides, the World Decree was meant for enforcing laws, not carrying out executions. It was highly unlikely they would use it this way.

Something else was at play.

”Now, false herald, I don’t have time for you,” the Field Marshal said as she rushed the Emissary of Light, granting him a final moment to speak before she delivered his soul to the River of Reincarnation.

”This changes nothing! I will kill you and claim my place as the true son of the Card World’s Will!” the Emissary of Light shouted in indignation, as if he were being wrongfully condemned. He could not understand why the Card World’s Will would turn against him and stand with the Field Marshal. Was it not meant to be impartial?

”A parent will never kill their son!” the Emissary of Light cried as a blinding radiance burst from him, surging around his body, cocooning him before coalescing into a giant humanoid form of pure energy. It was like a comic entity had awakened from within him.

”You are nobody’s son. You belong only to yourself—to your ambition, your greed, and your ego. If those were your last words, I will send you on your way. With the Card World’s Will as my witness, I will rain its judgment upon you—death.”

As the Field Marshal spoke, she raised her right hand. Within it gathered a terrifying mass of soul energy, tempered by unyielding martial intent. Before the Emissary of Light could react, she brought her arm down.

The concentrated soul energy—empowered by celestial force and shaped by the will of a martial sage—was capable of slicing through mountain ranges. Yet when it struck the Emissary of Light’s energy body, it dissolved into it.

Though his energy form absorbed the attack, its structure began to collapse. The Field Marshal had never intended to cleave the humanoid energy body—her aim was to sabotage it at its very foundation.

When the attack dissolved into his body, it consumed only the concentrated soul energy, leaving the Field Marshal’s true intent untouched. That intent, empowered by celestial force, clashed directly with the Emissary of Light’s own, slipping past his defenses like a hacker breaching a firewall. In that instant, she unraveled his energy body with a single strike.

The Field Marshal had no interest in prolonging a battle with the likes of the Emissary of Light; she intended to end it as quickly as possible. He was unlike any enemy she had faced—capable of far more than he himself seemed to understand. It was in everyone’s best interest that she excised this tumor from the Card World’s surface, roots and all, without delay.

So instead of relying solely on her martial arts, she brought everything she knew to bear, committing herself entirely to the Emissary of Light’s destruction. Her niece and young lord had warned her repeatedly that the same tactic could not be used against the Emissary of Light more than once. Thanks to his Origin Card, if he survived, he would emerge stronger and more powerful shedding his old weakness.

”How are you doing this?” the Emissary of Light asked, fear creeping into his voice as he realized his reaction speed had drastically decreased—to the point of becoming fatal. The Field Marshal’s previous attack had been simple and direct; he had seen it coming, yet he hadn’t been able to react in time.

The Field Marshal offered no answer. She simply raised her right hand once more, preparing to finish him. There was an unsettling grace in the motion—soul energy gathering, celestial force converging, martial intent sharpening—all so fluid, so controlled, that it stirred a deep, instinctive dread within him.

Only then did it click in the Emissary of Light’s mind. Unable to hold it back, he blurted, ”Is this the power of a Martial Sage?”

Witnessing the power of a Martial Sage for the first time, the Emissary of Light braced himself for the Field Marshal’s attack. But the strike he anticipated never came. She had already swung her arm, yet the alarming energy gathered within it vanished, leaving nothing he could sense.

He stared at her face, searching her eyes for any hint of intent—only to see her lips move.

”I was warned not to use the same attack on you twice.”

Reading her lips, the Emissary of Light frowned. In that instant, the attack materialized out of thin air before him, catching him completely off guard. He barely survived, sacrificing his arm to evade the blow.

”The Morningstar University has made remarkable strides in time-rule-based cards, don’t you think?” the Field Marshal said, faintly amused by the Overclock Card’s abilities.

”It’s merely a party trick. Let me show you what true innovation looks like,” the Emissary of Light replied. Nine basketball-sized spheres of soul energy began to orbit him, moving in perfect synchrony with his intent as he restrained the stump of his severed arm.

”Are you sure about that?” the Field Marshal asked with a faint smile as the concentrated soul-energy slashes she had unleashed earlier began to reappear throughout the mystic dimension, each one converging on the Emissary of Light.

He countered with his nine orbiting spheres, using them to intercept the incoming slashes. Meanwhile, the Field Marshal circled him at a distance, watching him struggle as she searched for his divinity. Once she crushed it using celestial force, not even his Origin Card would be able to bring him back to life.