Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2809: A Sentient Energy

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

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

”You figured it out, didn’t you?” the Emissary of Light asked as his body knit itself back together, flesh and divinity restoring in dim radiance. He didn’t even try to break free from the Field Marshal’s grip. With the snake’s gray mist restraining his faith, he believed that neither of them could truly affect the other in any decisive way. They could kill him, and with the gray mist restraining him, he couldn’t do much but escape. So there was no point in struggling.

The only reason he didn’t escape was that he was waiting for the Supreme Leader to come out of the limitless celestial blood fate rule domain. As long as he successfully captured the target, everything would be back on track. Therefore, right now, the only thought in his mind was that since he was struggling against Field Marshal Lorn, he wasn’t ready to face the Masters.

Even though the Matron betrayed them, the Emissary of Light hadn’t given up on their original oath. He believed that the Matron had found a tiny loophole in their oath, which she was using to get rid of competition; he didn’t blame her for trying. If it were him, he would too. So he believed that, when it was time, she would have to fulfil her commitment to the oath they made together.

”Yes. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” the Field Marshal said, letting go of him and stepping out of the gray mist. He tried to follow her, but the gray mist would follow him. He couldn’t help but turn to look at the white snake, whose eyes were locked on him, begging him to give it a reason to eat him. He didn’t dare to tempt it because he could sense that the snake’s soul energy signatures were stronger than those of the Field Marshal and himself.

Years of mastering faith had taught him a fundamental truth: faith could not be used to harm, only to defend. The distinction was absolute. No matter how vast the reserves, faith could not enhance a curse, nor could it be used to will death upon another. It simply didn’t work that way.

The Field Marshal didn’t see it as the limit of faith, but as its greatest strength. It showed that faith had a will of its own. Otherwise, how could it selectively reject curses and decide between unavoidable defense and willful harm? An energy with its own will—no, that idea was just horrifying. However, she could see in the Emissary of Light’s eyes that he wouldn’t agree with her.

Though blessed by the faith of millions of people, to him it was just a tool. When a tool cannot be used to fix something, clearly the tool was useless for that purpose, i.e., it had limitations. To him, she was the insane one for thinking that the tool had a will and chose what to fix and what not to fix, instead of following the arrangements of the one wielding it.

However, this was not what the Emissary of Light was talking about; he was referring to the fact that his faith was limited in the Field Marshal’s mystic dimension because its spacetime was separated from the spacetime of the Card World where his believers were residing, where his believers believed that he couldn’t die, as he was beyond the concept of life and death. As a result, he had long become an existence tied to their belief, even before he condensed his divinity.

The Field Marshal had realized that the thing about her mystic dimension’s spacetime that scared the Emissary of Light was that it isolated him from his believers.

The mystic dimension wasn’t a dimension just in name alone, but was a different spacetime within the Card World’s spacetime. The only reason it was within the Card World’s spacetime was because the Field Marshal was within that spacetime and would summon it within that spacetime. Fortunately, the Card World’s spacetime was accommodating of her.

As a result, unless the Field Marshal formed a channel connecting the two spacetimes, everyone inside either of the spacetimes was completely cut off from the other. Meaning, if the Field Marshal managed to kill the Emissary of Light in her mystic dimension, his soul would have no choice but to move on to the river of reincarnation, as his faith would not be able to get it to his followers in the Card World, having been isolated in the mystic domain.

Having learned this, the Field Marshal wasn’t dragging him back into the mystic dimension and killing him right now because he broke it with his space collapse. Dungeons and monsters were one thing, but total collapses were another; she would have to spend many hours fixing it.

For now, that road was closed. They had to find a different way to deal with this troublesome guy. However, that wouldn’t be hard, as he cockily confessed how his supposed immortality worked. As she walked out of the gray mist, the Field Marshal had already understood what she needed to do next and, summoning her grimoire, she made a call.

”You did a good job building a world within a world, that too a world of your own, where you are the world’s will. For a minute, you had me there, but you missed your chances,” the Emissary of Light remarked to the Field Marshal. He gave credit where it was due and mocked her where she failed.

After finishing her call and ignoring the Emissary of Light, the Field Marshal spoke, looking at Corey and Lil’Baem, ”Since you are here, you might as well help.”

Listening to the Field Marshal, Corey immediately got back on her feet, thinking it was finally her turn. But to her disappointment, the Field Marshal wasn’t talking to her but to Lil’Baem, asking, ”Can you digest him? I know he is low quality, but food is food.”