Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2278 Persuading Redfall

Date: 22 April 2321

Time: 03:20

Location: Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Dungeon Highway, Blood Rock Dungeon Seal, Seed World

ʼSenior, please donʼt be hasty. If you truly plan to sell me, sell me to my mother. She will pay any price for my soul,” Redfall urged, desperately trying to convince his captor that his mother would be the best buyer for his soul. Although he didnʼt want to bring her up, not knowing to whom and when his captor planned to sell him, he felt it was now or never.

”Your mother? No, she canʼt buy you, Wyatt remarked vaguely, planning to reveal Yin Widowʼs death to Redfall when his hopes were at their highest, hoping to watch him fall even deeper into despair. ”No, Senior. My mother is the renowned card demigod Yin Widow, the excommunicated Elder of the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect. She raided the sectʼs treasury, stealing many rare mythical and unranked items before leaving. Not only will she be willing, but she will also be able to pay whatever price you demand for my soul. After all, she loves me most,” Redfall hastily boasted, desperate to demonstrate his motherʼs love for her only child and immense wealth, hoping to prove that she would be the best buyer his captor could find for his soul.

”I know who you are, and I know who your mother is. I said she canʼt buy you because sheʼs dead! Wyatt revealed coldly, waiting for the shock to hit. He planned to further break Redfallʼs spirit seeing he was vulnerable.

”No... Senior, you are lying, she canʼt be dead...” Redfall stammered, stunned. His voice faltered, unable to believe his mother was dead but knowing his captor had no reason to lie to him about her death, the weight of the news sank in and he was mortified and fell silent.

”Yes. Your mother really did love you. The day you entered the physical plane, Yin Widow came out of hiding to rescue you. But she was killed by her enemies. In a way, you killed her,” Wyatt taunted, savoring Redfallʼs shock. His intention was to strike at Redfallʼs mental fortitude, pushing him deeper into despair. He wanted Redfall to grow desperate, like Lois, who had sacrificed her freedom to escape her prison.

*Senior, did you kill my mother? Redfallʼs voice grew grim with a dark edge to his tone. He had already begun to plan his revenge, vowing to detonate his own soul tainted with the ʼBreath of Erosionʼ to spread its erosion far and wide. He hoped that by infecting his captorʼs soul pathway, he could ensure a slow and painful death-a death that would be his motherʼs revenge.

ʼUnfortunately, no, Wyatt sighed, disappointed that he hadnʼt been the one to kill Yin Widow and claim her vast wealth. He chose his words carefully, hoping to stir Redfallʼs rage and thirst for vengeance. His goal was to push Redfall into sacrificing his freedom in a fit of rage and unbearable despair, much like Lois had.

”She fell in the hands of one of her enemies, leaving all her wealth to her killer,” Wyatt added, his tone dripping with mock sympathy, designed to antagonize Redfall and fuel his anger.

As Wyatt anticipated, Redfallʼs rage exploded. He wasnʼt just furious at his captor and the card apprentice who had killed his mother, but at himself for his part in her deat let alone for not being there when she needed him most. Overwhelmed with guilt and fury, he snarled, ”Senior, who killed my mother?”

Redfall believed his captorʼs words completely. After all, his life was in his captorʼs hands, and they had no reason for them to lie to him. His captor could kill him at any moment at their whim.

Moreover, Redfall knew better than anyone how many enemies his mother had made across the Five Regions, and how notorious both he and his mother had become for their ruthless actions.

”What will you do, knowing who killed your mother? Nothing but despair and quietly wait for your time to come, so you and your mother can reunite in the afterlife, Wyatt mocked, taunting Redfallʼs rage and thirst for vengeance. He wanted to make Redfall feel as though his end was near, that he was powerless, unable even to avenge his mother.

”Youʼre right, Senior. As I am now, I cannot avenge my mother, Redfall replied, his voice tight with frustration. But then, after a pause, he continued, his tone more measured. ”However, if I were to give my freedom to you, as you asked, would you help me avenge her?”

Redfallʼs words were calculated, a bargaining chip. After the moment of rage and despair had passed, his mind finally settled, and he began to think clearly. His talk of vengeance was merely a ruse-an attempt to gain his captorʼs trust and ensure his survival. Avenging his mother was important, but it was secondary to his true mission: bringing her back from death.

Knowing that one day their enemies would corner them, leaving nowhere to run and no escape from death, the mother-and-son duo had crafted their own plan to return-even after death. With his mother now in the River of Souls and himself trapped in the physical plane, it was up to him to ensure they both survived.

Thus, Redfall chose to temporarily believe his captor and do as he was asked. After all, with his mother dead, he had no other choice. He had reached a point where he would do anything, no matter how degrading, to continue his miserable life and bide his time. Not for himself, but for his mother.

He needed to set into motion the plans to bring his mother back from the dead-just as she had ensured that his descendants survived and one of them grew strong enough to summon him from the River of Souls before he lost his individuality to the ʼBreath of Erosionʼ and was forced into reincarnation. Therefore, even if it meant becoming his captorʼs slave to ensure his survival, Redfall was willing to do it.