Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Main Section

"Go nuts," Wyatt said as the Field Marshal prepared to head toward the study room.

Just then, he handed her a storage card, adding with a casual grin, "Here's some money. Use it to try the mentor program at the training gyms in sector WS9909.

I think you'll like it."

"Mentor program?" the Field Marshal asked curiously, taking the storage card from Wyatt.

She took it believing that if Wyatt thought she needed it then she will need it. After all, Devil Merchant Code was expensive even for someone with her wealth.

"Ask MayMay. She'll fill you in.

Have a blast!" Wyatt waved dismissively, clearly uninterested in explaining further. He had his own reasons for suggesting it.

Many talented individuals from across the myriad realms were being recruited by the Devil Merchant Code as Demon and Devil Merchants, and Wyatt simply wanted the Field Marshal to scout a few for him. They would prove useful when he made his debut in the myriad realms.

The Field Marshal nodded, tucking the storage card away in her grimoire before heading back to her cottage. Once she was out of sight, Wyatt turned to face Corey, who had been eagerly waiting her turn.

She had remained polite, not daring to interrupt, but Wyatt could see the anticipation in her eyes. He squinted at her, suspicion flickering in his gaze.

"Wyatt, how did your research go? Which physique or trait did you decide on for me?" Corey asked eagerly, unable to hold back any longer. Her eyes sparkled with

excitement.

"None," Wyatt replied with a subtle grin, watching as Corey's eager expression morphed into confusion, then disappointment, and finally back to anticipation as Park stepped in.

"Is your research into all the listed mental-type acquirable physiques and traits not done yet?" Park asked, her tone calm but curious.

"No, it's done…" Wyatt trailed off, clearly enjoying the myriad emotions flashing acros Corey's face.

Park rolled her eyes, exasperated.

"Do you have to be so childish?" she scolded, though her tone was more playful than harsh. She considered calling him sadistic but opted for a gentler rebuke instead.

Corey's gaze darted between Park and Wyatt, frustration growing. Finally, losing

patience, she yelled, "Can either of you just tell me if I'm getting a new physique or trait or not?"

"Well, there's good news and bad news," Wyatt said, his tone turning more serious.

"Brace yourselves."

Park frowned, sensing the gravity of his words.

"I found a batch of medicinal pills on the inter-realm network that will help you acclimate to the darkness of your Title Demon Core. These will prevent it from dragging you into madness.

Instead, you'll be able to wield that darkness as a strength," Wyatt explained. His voice was steady, and his eyes sharpened with intensity.

"Unfortunately, this also means you don't need a mental-type physique or trait to resist or reject the darkness. Doing so could be counterproductive and cause your body to reject your Title Demon Core." РÅƝóꞖËs

He paused, watching their reactions before continuing.

"I've shared my findings on artificial demon core with your grimoire.

Go through them to better understand your Title Demon Core. Don't share this information with anyone without my permission.

Also, here's some money to buy the prescribed medicinal pills from the inter-realm network."

Wyatt didn't delve further into the specifics, confident the shared findings on the artificial demon core would benefit them in the long run.

He didn't expect Corey to do anything with it but he believed Park would figure out to use it. He handed Corey a storage card containing enough money to fix them up with the medicinal pills Corey will need.

With Susan returning to her Card World to assist Clown Mask with finances and accounting, Wyatt was left to manage the finances himself. If he had been there when she prepared to leave, he would have stopped her, insisting that Clown Mask could handle those matters alone.

After all, as the daughter gem, she had Hive Spirit helping her.

Giving the reincarnator duo a few minutes to skim through his research on artificial demon cores and digest it, Wyatt turned his attention to Dredre, who was periodically circling him while sniffing intently.

Her little nose twitched as she focused on whatever she was detecting, so engrossed that she failed to notice him watching. Shaking his head, Wyatt asked with a smirk, "What's wrong, DreDre?"

"You smell like a pixie," Dredre answered without hesitation, continuing to sniff him.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Aw, thanks for the compliment."

He grinned playfully. To him, pixies smelled wonderful-some like fresh forest breezes, others like flowers or ripe fruit.

Overall, they always smelled delightful.

"No, that's not a compliment."

Dredre's frown deepened, her tiny brows knitting together.

"You used to have this great, intoxicating fragrance, but now you smell like a pixie from a different tribe.

I'm trying to figure out exactly where the smell is coming

from and which tribe it belongs to, but I can't put my finger on it." She sniffed him again, frustration evident in her sharp inhale.

Wyatt's grin faltered as he instantly understood what she was referring to. He was reminded of his… intense kissing session with MayMay in the study room.

Trying to hide from MayMay's elder pixie precision, he had completely suppressed his Primordial World Calamity Tree side using the Myriad Devil Transformation. As such MayMay's bodily fluids that had tainted his spiritual body had him smelling like her unique fragrance.

Technically, no one should have been able to detect it on the physical plane, but Wyatt and Dredre were different. Like Celestials, they had a dual presence, aware of both the physical and spiritual planes simultaneously.

With his Primordial World Tree fragrance suppressed, Wyatt was left with only MayMay's scent lingering. Dredre noticed and clearly didn't like it as much as his original body odur.

"What about now?" Wyatt asked, no longer suppressing his world-calamity-tree side and erasing MayMay's smell of him. Dredre's nose twitched in satisfaction, her eyes narrowing as if she leaped in his hair and nested in it, muttering, "There's the smell I love."

Now that Ceed no longer needed her especially with Dalie taking her under her wing Dredre was back to reclaim her favorite spot.

Just his scent alone was intoxicating to Dredre; he should have known better than to use even a tiny drop of his oil on MayMay.

However, he couldn't afford to take any chances, especially considering she was an elder pixie.

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