Card Apprentice Daily Log-Chapter 1911 A Gamble

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

Wyatt never planned to target the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, it was ruler-class for fucksakes. Regardless of how he approached this matter and how carefully he was, the strength difference between the two of them was a huge variable that he could not ignore. Therefore, he wanted nothing to do with it from the start. As long as he manages to escape its clutches without leaving any hidden dangers he would consider it a big win.

However, when the opportunity presented itself, he would be a fool to not take it.

Now, the circumstances were at the point where he had no choice but to use his devil merchant code privilege to switch his soul to the pseudo–calamity soul gem by Cuth Diya's side. Even if the Dragon was watching him, there was no other option for him but to risk it and escape. Since the Dragon would die with the Devil at the hands of the celestial blood-rule slave or get captured and enslaved by the Devil, Wyatt believed he did not need to worry about it seeking him later.

Nonetheless, there always remains the risk of the Devil spoiling the Dragon, its sex toy. The Dragon can ask it to help him capture the World calamity tree that escaped. Seeing how the Devil cared for the Dragon, Wyatt thought the possibility of this happening was not low. With the help of the Deviant devil, the Dragon could else track and capture Wyatt. All this was just mere speculation but it could happen.

This was Wyatt trying to convince himself that targeting the Dragon was okay and not bad. Or him overreaching himself or being greedy as the Dragon was. Wyatt's struggle was because he saw the Dragon's downfall with his own eyes, it had a perfect plan. It could have gotten its revenge and resources to go a step further into its pursuit of transcendence. However, the seemingly perfect plan fell through at a critical junction. Wyatt feared that could be him. Nobody could have guessed that the Devil found a way to stripe the Dragon of its greatest strength but it did. Turning Dragon's almost successful story into a cautionary tale.

Currently, losing its innate ability the Dragon was wallowing in its sadness, pain, and despair. All Wyatt needed to do was say the magic words and the Dragon would submit to him. 'What could go wrong?' Wyatt wondered and further contemplated, 'Yes, the wallowing Dragon in front of him was the perfect example of one's greed being their doom but it could not be more easy.'

Was Wyatt being indecisive? No, he was being extra careful. The Dragon he planned to target was also being targeted by the Deviant Devil. Stealing a ruler-class pray from right under the nose of an apex ruler-class predator was not going to be easy, he got caught then the consequences were unimaginable and not something Wyatt could fathom.

ƈοm Wyatt's concern was not the Dragon, the Devil had already defeated it in body and mind for him. His concern was the Deviant Devil. That asshole has been relentlessly hunting the Dragon for a few millenniums. Now that it had the Dragon at its mercy, would it not be furious if Wyatt were to rob the Dragon from it? Fortunately, the Devil unlike the Dragon had only seen Wyatt's World tree form and not his original form. So, he was covered on that front.

Now the question was if Wyatt dared to steal the prey of an apex ruler-class predator. Yes, did. Was he being stupid, no one can tell until it plays out. As such Wyatt did his best to persuade the Dragon not to resign to its fate and fight back, as he would give it what the devil had striped from it, "You big fool, how do you think I was able to enter the blood rule source despite being a World calamity tree? Raukaul, I am asking you to trust me this once, I have a way to help you get your innate ability back."

"Are you speaking the truth?" the Elder Anesthesia Dragon asked Wyatt, sparks of hope could be seen igniting its eyes but only to be smothered by the despair. The Dragon was still trying to fathom how one could strip one's innate ability, so it could not imagine, how could help some regain their lost innate ability.

Out of the many things the Deviant Devil could do to the Dragon, it knew that the only thing that would break its spirit was striping it of its cherished innate ability. Now, no matter what Wyatt said to the Dragon, it was proving difficult for him to get it to grab his hand. Wyatt wondered if the Dragon was too far long gone to even be of any help to him. Well, even without its spirit, the Dragon's ruler-class body and its storage space were worth a huge fortune. If he manages to pull this off, he will not be making a loss on this one. So, he continued to persuade the Dragon.

"Yes, I swear on myself that I can help you get your innate ability back," Wyatt swore and then spoke words of encouragement to the Dragon trying to uplift its spirit, "But does it matter? Wouldn't you rather die trying than resign to your fate like a coward? You are a freaking Anesthesia Dragon for godsakes,"

"..." the Dragon did not respond, it could not care less of Wyatt's words of encouragement. It was conflicted trying to gauge whether Wyatt telling the truth.

"RauKaul, you have to trust me on this one. Since you don't care if die or are enslaved, then why not take a gamble? A gamble on me," Wyatt said all the right words that a desperate soul would be susceptible to.

"A gamble," the Dragon muttered.

"Yes, a gamble. Take a gamble on me. Show me that the words you spoke earlier were not just words but you meant them. This is our opportunity Raukaul, not only to redeem yourself but to gain everything you lost here today," Wyatt provoked the Dragon and ended with a question, "So, Raukaul, Did you mean what you said earlier?"

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