Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 3240: Card World Belongs To The Bloodrools

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Seven Prince of Hell Territory, Pandemonium City

“I don’t dare,” Belphegor uttered, his eyes wide with horror, as if just the thought of the Bloodrool progenitor scared him, let alone meeting him to make demands. “Don’t get me wrong, my leverage is big enough. I just lack the power to use it against someone as powerful as the Bloodrool progenitor.”

“Hahaha, at least you know your limits. But—” Bloodawn laughed carefreely before abruptly stopping. She threw Belphegor an intense glare and threatened, “Since you know how important this matter is to us, aren’t you worried he might come after you?”

“Why do you think I didn’t leave the Dark Realm, hiding in some barren realm or space rock?” Belphegor scoffed, looking at Bloodawn as if she were stupid for trying to threaten him with her progenitor. “Besides, if they were to come after me, I would be honored and die with a satisfied smile. After all, I got the Bloodrool Supreme Empyrean to get his pickled ass off his throne and roll in the gutter to kill me. Tell me, is there any better death than that for the likes of us?”

“I have to admit, when I heard you betrayed your fellow faction leaders, I underestimated your intelligence. But now I think you never thought of them as friends, just saw them as stocks waiting to be harvested at their peak.”

Bloodawn tried to provoke Belphegor, to get him riled up and see if she could find an opening to seal him without triggering the explosive-type true relics he had implanted in his body. She was dragging out the conversation, waiting for Belphegor to make a simple mistake. She would show him why the Bloodrools were one of the most feared races in the Myriad Realms.

She wasn’t just trying to buy time or provoke him, but was also using her influence over his blood to explore the arsenal of true relics he had implanted in his body, hoping to capture Belphegor without triggering them. The problem was that no matter how hard she tried, she could not find a way to interrupt Belphegor’s fail-safe, even for a second. A second was all she needed to deal with the likes of him.

It was as if Belphegor had been born with those true relics implanted in his body. That was how flawlessly the array of true relic implants in his body was arranged. It displayed both the simplicity and complexity of the biological system.

If only she didn’t need him alive, she wouldn’t have to waste her saliva on him.

“Enough talk. I have told you my demands, and you know how to reach me. Please don’t take long to give me your answer. I’m paranoid as it is, and the longer it takes… I, myself, have no idea what I will end up doing,” Belphegor warned Bloodawn, preparing to leave and return to his territory.

As Belphegor prepared to fly out of the vicinity of Pandemonium City, Bloodawn blocked his way, saying, “I have already reported your leverage and demands to my superiors, and guess what? You overplayed your hand. Someone moved their pickled ass to discuss things with the Librarian himself. As of today, the Card World belongs to the Bloodrools. Demon Merchant Code’s transportation rights or not, no force or individual in the Myriad Realms will claim otherwise… You had to push your luck.”

Bloodawn wasn’t just stalling to get an opportunity to subdue Belphegor without triggering his true relic implants, but was also waiting for new orders from her superiors, whom she had been actively reporting to and updating on her mission. They deemed this mission so important that they were monitoring the meeting and negotiations remotely. Seeing how even their progenitor had personally approached the Librarian about it, Bloodawn and the assassins finally realized just how important the Card World was to the Bloodrools.

“I think what I was asking for was a lot cheaper compared to your progenitor owing a favor to the Librarian,” Belphegor said as the smug light in his eyes vanished, along with his indifferent expression and creepy, gentle smile.

“I think so too, but apparently, my progenitor seems to disagree with us,” Bloodawn remarked, savoring the sight of the cocky Muletaur breaking down.

“Is it wrong for us to dream big?” Belphegor asked, his eyes turning red and teary, his face showing a pain that could not be put into words.

“We can dream big. But lacking the strength to bear those dreams, now that’s the real sin,” Bloodawn answered, looking into the eyes of the Muletaur. Her words hit too close to home.

People believed that being the 780th princess of the Bloodrools meant she lived life in easy mode. Getting everything she ever wanted, never hearing no in her lifetime. But guess what? There were hundreds of thousands of princesses and princes in the Bloodrool royalty. And each of them was ranked not based on who was born first but on their individual strength. Bloodawn actually came from the youngest generation of princesses and princes, making her the youngest three-digit-number princess in the history of the Bloodrools. She had firsthand experience of dreaming big and not having the strength to back it up.

“Now what?” Belphegor asked helplessly, looking at the horizon as if reconsidering everything that had led to this point.

“You have two choices. Hand over the rights to the Card World, and I will turn you into a blood slave for my private army. Or we can get the rights to the Card World from the Librarian after I kill you,” Bloodawn presented, still not having given up on turning Belphegor into her blood slave. Initially, it was for his infinitely regenerating blood, but now she wanted to learn about implanting true relics in one’s body. Even if she were to climb up a couple of spots in the royal bloodline ranking, it would be worth it.

“I will take the third option.”

Saying that, Belphegor committed suicide right before Bloodawn’s eyes by triggering the explosion-type true relics in his body, and she could do nothing but watch him die.

Just as she was about to report the mission complete to her superiors, who had been monitoring the whole thing, they, in turn, informed her, “Belphegor is not dead. His merchant ID with the Demon Merchant Code is still active.”