Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2806: Apocalypse (Part-II)

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

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

By combining the mystic dimension with her starry eyes, the Field Marshal created her deadly technique, the Starry Mystic Eye. One eye became the ”heaven” of the mystic dimension, striking down any target her other eye marked.

It granted her two fields of vision: one, her starry sight that saw more than any regular sight could, and the other, a bird’s-eye view of the entire domain. Together, they left nothing hidden from her and smote their enemies with a star shower, with each starfall capable of flattening long mountain ranges into large lakes.

The best part was that she could control the star shower with her other starry eye, making sure that each starfall struck the target with precision. As the star shower, like any rain, was fast, heavy, and seemingly endless. Decimating any enemy within seconds, if not with the first strike.

The Field Marshal’s control over the heavy, seemingly endless starfall was so precise that she used it to herd the Emissary of Light into traps that she laid across the mystic dimension by leveraging the Overclock Card’s time-slip ability. She ensured that he was at the traps at the exact moments when they triggered. After all, she couldn’t control the attacks she had sent into the future using time slips.

The Emissary of Light, who had guessed that the Field Marshal was circling him trying to find his divinity as he faced her thousand concentrated soul energy slashes, never realized that she wasn’t just trying to determine his true divinity but was simultaneously laying traps across the mystic dimension using the time-slip ability of her Overclock Card.

The fault of this did not lie with the Emissary of Light, because Field Marshal Lorn was a noble-class demigod and a martial sage. It would have been shocking if he had managed to catch her in the act; her title, martial sage, would mean nothing.

Even as he was in the traps as they triggered, the Emissary of Light never suspected that the explosions were from the past because that was the beauty of the spacetime of the mystic dimension. He could not sense the time rule, let alone use it. As a result, he could not even adapt to the time in the mystic dimension like the devils adapted their time rule to the time in the realms they invaded in order to use their time rule in the realm they invaded.

Unable to sense the temporal signatures in the traps, the Emissary of Light, who had no idea that the Mystic Dimension was making it impossible for him to sense the temporal signatures, was never able to piece together that the explosions might be happening in the present but were originating in the past.

Instead, he expended an astounding amount of faith to figure out the explosions that managed to engulf him, ignoring his defense. Faith was capable of creating miracles, but it could not answer the wrong question correctly.

No matter how much faith the Emissary of Light spent, he could not find the answer he sought. He believed the explosions were bypassing his defenses. They weren’t. His defenses had never been breached; he had been led into them, again and again, without realizing it.

Faith could not reveal the truth because he was asking the wrong question. He kept trying to understand how his defenses were failing, when in reality, they never had.

So how could faith help him understand something that never happened? It couldn’t.

With each passing second, the more faith the Emissary of Light spent trying to understand the explosions that seemed to find him no matter how tightly he reinforced his defenses, the more frustrated he grew. The more frustrated he became, the more his thoughts slipped into irrationality. Irritation dulled his clarity, and his judgment grew clouded by rage and fear.

Due to the relentless star shower and the explosions, he could not even pause to reassess the situation and was forced to pour even more faith into the same flawed assumption. There came a point where it seemed like the Emissary of Light would spiral deeper into despair.

However, by that point, he had spent so much faith that a miracle did happen. Despite his flawed question, he got a worthy clue as to why the explosions could find him without him realising despite his strong defenses. And the clue was that he wasn’t getting the answer because of the mystic dimension.

The Emissary of Light didn’t know what to make of it. However, that clue became something he could believe in, and moments away from where doubt poisoned his mind and heart to death, he found a belief that gave rise to the faith within him that he would not lose.

Now that the Emissary of Light found a clue as to why the explosions were able to bypass his defenses, he didn’t chase it, spending more faith to figure out what actually was going on. Instead, he decided to use all that faith to destroy the mystic dimension, believing that even if he chased the hint, he would reach the same conclusion. So, instead of wasting time and faith, he skipped that step and directly decided to destroy the mystic dimension.

Now the question was, due to the relentless star shower and explosions, he didn’t even have time to think properly. So, how was he supposed to destroy the mystic dimension that was enhanced by the celestial force of the card world, the one bane of his existence in the card world?

As a man of cloth, he turned to the basics, the mythos. Each one of them had an event that would end worlds, let alone the mystic dimension, and that event was the apocalypse, there were many versions of it in each mythos. Thinking of that, without hesitation, the Emissary of Light expended faith without limit, descending all kinds of apocalypses mentioned in the various mythos and believed in by people onto the Field Marshal’s Mystic Dimension.