Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm realm, Seed World, Living Section "I get my own island with my own house and workshop? Oh my gosh!" Dulas exclaimed in pure joy at finally getting her own workshop.

She was tired of boring her parents' and uncle's workshops, where she would be scolded every time she left tools out of place or adjusted the settings of the equipment.

"I can't believe this.

Venera, tell me this is real."

"Yes, it is," Wyatt answered.

Seeing Biore head toward his floating forest island to check it out, Wyatt shouted, "If you need anything, you can call Ceed's name aloud three times, and she will come to assist you."

"Got it," Biore answered aloud without turning back.

He was eager to check out his own workshop, like a child on Christmas morning rushing to open presents. Dulas was the same.

They left Wyatt, Dalie, and Ceed alone.

"Can I count on you to make sure these kids don't starve themselves to death while engrossed in crafting?" Wyatt asked Dalie, who nodded.

But he warned, "Don't spoil them. If you don't understand anything, seek help from Hive Spirit or Susan.

Got it?"

Thanks to his promise to Corey, Wyatt kept away from Susan. But it was another thing if Dalie kept calling and seeking her advice on taking care of the young dwarves.

She would have no choice but to return to the Seed world from the card world to help make arrangements for the dwarves.

"Got it, my gosh," Dalie nodded vigorously before asking, "You seem to care about these kids a lot.

Why is that?" Dalie, being a blood-kin daughter gem, was fully aware of Wyatt's prowess as the soul gem, so she did not understand why Wyatt was going through so much trouble for them.

"They are the cornerstone of my chaos dwarven crafting assembly project," Wyatt revealed, to which Dalie squinted her eyes at him and asked, "Can't you just use array formation to mass-produce the items you want to mass-produce? You don't need an assembly line of chaos dwarves for that."

"Array formation can mass-produce simple items, but not the complex ones—the ones for which people have no choice but to seek out a crafter. Those are worth twenty to thirty times more than the mass-produced kind.

Just imagine, what if I manage to mass-produce those and sell them for half the price? I'll take the entire Dark Realm market by storm. Market-wise, there will be no competition for me.

Then the Dark Realm will have to welcome me with open arms," Wyatt explained his big plans to Dalie, elaborating on why there was no benefit for him in using the daughter gems on the chaos dwarfs. What made their crafting good was their will to craft; if he were to take that from them, there would be no difference between them and the array formation.

Using daughter gems on the chaos dwarfs was akin to breaking them.

"That's a good way to make a lot of enemies and die sooner," Dalie said.

She understood Wyatt's big ambition. That was why she knew the Dark Realm would not welcome him with open arms and allow him to grow bigger than them.

Their first instinct would be to steal what Wyatt had created and then dispose of him.

"Come on, big sis, you know me better than that.

By the time I fall into their vision, I'll have gathered the power and force to face them all. I am progress.

I am inevitable. They might hate me, but they need me.

They'll hate themselves for that," Wyatt bragged to Dalie arrogantly.

"You're getting bolder day by day, but my brother should have this much arrogance, bare minimum," Dalie encouraged Wyatt's bragging with a satisfied smile as Wyatt called her "big sis."

This felt more natural than the fake ones he used to call her. She was happy that he was beginning to adjust to their new dynamic.

"Alright, I will leave the dwarves in your care. I want to go check on Dredre," Wyatt said, signaling Ceed to teleport him to Dredre's floating forest island.

Whenever he entered the Seed world, Dredre would be the first to greet him, and if she had nothing to do, she would nestle in his hair. But this time, after entering the Seed world, there was no sign of Dredre.

This caused him to panic, and he decided to go check on her, wondering if his experiment had taken a greater toll on her mentally than he had previously assumed.

Arriving at the location where Dredre was, he found her sleeping atop a flower, with an incense stick burning next to it.

Seeing that she was resting, Wyatt wanted to leave quietly because his primordial soul pupil showed him that Dredre was physically fine. It was a load off his mind.

However, just as Wyatt was about to leave, Dredre sniffed the air and muttered, "Wyatt!" Before her eyes opened, and she rose from the flower to get closer to him. She rushed to him, asking, "Where were you?"

"I went to the Duel Realm to participate in a crafting duel, and I won a workshop in the chaos dwarven district," Wyatt informed the tiny pixie, who immediately went straight into his hair and got cozy, saying, "A workshop in the chaos dwarven district can only be owned by chaos dwarfs."

"I found a workaround for that," Wyatt bragged, feeling a little proud that he had outsmarted the snobbish Chaos Dwarves. Then he asked her, "How are you feeling? You seemed exhausted trying to revive that guy."

"I feel great, even better than before, which is surprising because I've seen my friends experience exhaustion before, trying to create a forest spirit for a forest larger than their capacity. However, it took them nearly months to recover, but I recovered within a day.

Did you feed me some expensive miracle drug?" Dredre asked Wyatt fearing that he might have unnecessarily spent a fortune to buy her a miracle drug when she would be fine with some rest.

"All that doesn't matter.

What matters now is that you're fine. You are feeling fine, right?" Wyatt dismissed Dredre's concerns and focused on ensuring she was alright.

The Dredre he knew was cheerful and always the first to greet him. It was unlike her to laze around and fail to notice his arrival in the Seed World.

He wanted to make sure his guild's mascot was doing well.

"I am fine, but for some reason, I'm able to hear things I wasn't able to before.

It's so noisy and distracting—I can't even hear my own thoughts—" Dredre started but stopped when she noticed Wyatt's worry and concern deepen with her every word. She quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, the fragrance of the incense stick clears my mind, and it smells so soothing."

Wyatt frowned as he listened to Dredre's explanation. He had no idea what the noises she was hearing could be, but he knew that the incense stick, made from the sap of the World Calamity Tree, wasn't a solution.

It merely eased her discomfort. Worse, prolonged use could lead to addiction, causing her to grow dependent on it.

While it was one thing if she used it sparingly, the way she was relying on it now bordered on misuse.

Wyatt looked into Dredre's eyes and said, "Dredre, I need you to focus on those voices you're hearing and describe them to me.

I'll look into their origin in the books of the Infinity Library.

"Don't bother.

I've read about this in a book. The noises I'm hearing were described as the sounds of the River of Souls, carrying the souls of the dead to reincarnation.

But I doubt that because it's supposed to be impossible for the living to sense the River of Souls. Especially for beings like us, because we're immortal.

Even if we're killed, according to my elders, our souls won't go to the River of Souls but instead return to this huge tree whose branches hold the entire Myriad Realms together, like the leaves of a regular tree. That makes us different from other beings—even from the other beings in the Myriad Realms," Dredre explained, sharing her own attempt to find a solution through the books of the Infinity Library but admitting it led nowhere.

"A huge tree whose branches hold the entire Myriad Realms together like the leaves of a regular tree," Wyatt muttered to himself, recalling something similar from mythologies he had read about on Earth. He asked, "What is that tree called?"

"The elders called it the Origin Tree.

They said its roots are in the Rule Source, from which it draws the energy needed to create new realms in the Myriad Realms—" Dredre revealed but stopped, noticing Wyatt staring at her in disbelief wondering if by the origin tree she meant the origin source. It was interesting take on the origin of myriad realms considering the pixie's love for trees.

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