Card Apprentice Daily Log Chapter 2337 Chaos Dwarven District

Chapter 2337  Chaos Dwarven District

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section

Wyatt then summoned his starry grimoire, flipping through its s.h.i.+mmering pages with a nod of satisfaction. Despite its twinkling, almost "girly" aesthetic, he couldn't deny its unparalleled significance. His grimoire was now of unranked grade, making him the only card apprentice in the entire Card World to possess such a treasure—unless someone managed to find and contract the first unranked grade grimoire that once belonged to DemiG.o.d Michelangelo's unnamed comrade.

This was a monumental achievement, and Wyatt felt it warranted a celebration. His excitement grew at the thought of crafting a ranked-grade card. His eyes repeatedly darted toward the altar at the center of the floating island, where the storage card containing the slumbering Agony rested. Shaking off the temptation, Wyatt decided to stick to his plan of burning Park's corpse as agreed.

However, he also planned to visit Sector DS0909 in the inter-realm city to purchase a devil-grade corpse puppet. His goal was to refine it into an unranked card while waiting for Corey to perfectly a.s.similate the darkness of her t.i.tled demon core.

Deciding to reward himself, Wyatt approached the altar. Picking up the storage card, he equipped it, using the imprisoning array to extract Agony's t.i.tled demon core. He then incinerated her corpse to ashes. Carefully placing the t.i.tled demon core in his personal storage card, he unequipped the storage card containing Park's ashes, intending to hand it to Corey at their next meeting.

As Wyatt prepared to a.s.sume the lotus position and enter the inter-realm city, he noticed DemiG.o.d Redfall waiting nearby. Raising a brow, he asked, "What is it?"

"Master, I wanted to inform you that thanks to Madam Dredre's power, I've recovered my divinity. I should fully restore my runes within a day at most," Redfall politely replied.

Wyatt nodded thoughtfully, recognizing that this update was Redfall's way of helping him plan. Redfall clearly intended for Wyatt to make time in his schedule to a.s.sist him in acquiring a grimoire, traveling to his mother's secret base to revive her using whatever measures she'd prepared for such an event, and looting her belongings. Such that Wyatt could confirm that the complete surrender of a calamity daughter gem was what made them worthy of inheriting Wyatt's bloodline.

"Great," Wyatt responded, "After helping Corey acquire the trait I have in mind, we can get to it."

This wasn't all Wyatt had planned during their excursion to the Card World. He also intended to confirm whether Clown Mask could use the hourgla.s.s relic, as he and Park had previously theorized.

"Understood, Master. I will contact you once I've fully restored my runes," Redfall said with a respectful bow before departing to his floating island to continue his recovery.

With his plans set, Wyatt decided to seize this rare moment of free time to indulge in experimentation and satisfy his curiosity. Lately, he had focused solely on growing stronger and ama.s.sing abilities and cards, leaving little room for intellectual pursuits on his whim. a.s.suming the lotus position, he immediately entered the inter-realm city, eager to explore his ideas.

[Dear Demon Merchant, Welcome to Sector DS0909.

Note: Behave…] Arriving at the fountain pond, Wyatt's senses were greeted by the lively bustle of a crowd. Seeing this, he couldn't help but miss the tranquility and order of Sector WS9909. Ignoring it he studied the sector map by the pond, he memorized the route to his destination: the Chaos Dwarf District, where all the guilds and workshops belonging to the Chaos Dwarves were situated. If he was going to make a purchase, he would go to the best—and the item crafted by Chaos Dwarven Race was among the best.

Most importantly, the Chaos Dwarven Race had built their reputation on earning the trust of their customers. To this day, no one had ever accused them of dishonesty in transactions. Unlike others who looked down on weaker clients and wouldn't hesitate to cheat them if it served their interests, the Chaos Dwarves were different. They treated all clients equally, with their characteristic bluntness and scorn—born not of malice but of pride in their creations, knowing their items would never fail their wielders.

The Chaos Dwarves wors.h.i.+pped their craft, and their pride wouldn't allow them to produce anything less than their best. They would sooner die than create something subpar, and they outright refused to sell anything that didn't meet their standards. This pride ensured that they never cheated their clients. Instead, they sought to hear their customers sing praises of their items, even after those items lost their durability. Their ultimate goal was to ruin their clients for other crafters—once someone had a Chaos Dwarven item, no other craftsman's item could ever satisfy them.

In the Chaos Dwarven District of Sector DS0909, every demon and devil merchants could shop with ease, knowing that regardless of what they purchased, they would get their money's worth. Such was the trust in the craftsmans.h.i.+p of the Chaos Dwarven Race. This trust was sustained because the Chaos Dwarves were not to be trifled with. Their clients—demon and devil merchants, notorious tricksters—respected the Chaos Dwarves' reputation. The fact that the Chaos Dwarves could run a business built on trust in such an environment was a testament to their power and influence, which rivaled even that of the Infinity Library. However, their prices reflected their unparalleled quality. For the average demon or devil merchant, owning an item crafted by the Chaos Dwarven Race that suited their realm was little more than a dream.

For Wyatt, however, money wasn't an issue—as long as they had what he wanted. Soon, he reached the Chaos Dwarven District. Unlike other districts, it was unadorned and utilitarian. The Chaos Dwarves didn't waste time decorating their workshops or advertising with banners or flashy displays. They believed their items alone should draw clients. If a demon or devil merchant walked into their workshop, it was because they were genuinely interested in the craftsmans.h.i.+p—not because they were lured by the appearance of the workshop or superficial marketing