Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2395  Exploring Dredreʼs Ability

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm realm, Seed World, Living Section ”Dredre, speaking of cheating death, can you pull anyoneʼs soul out of the river of souls?” Wyatt asked, his tone casual but his eyes glinting with curiosity. Now that he was confident Dredre wouldnʼt reveal her abilities to her tribe or anyone else, he shifted his focus to exploring the limits of her newfound connection.

Dredre paused mid-flight, her wings fluttering slightly as she turned to face him. ”What do you mean by anyoneʼs soul? Are you asking if I can specifically bring out a certain soul from the river?” she asked, her tone tinged with both curiosity and confusion.

”Yes,” Wyatt clarified, leaning forward slightly. ”If I gave you a name or a soul energy signature, could you track that soul down and revive it?”

Dredre tilted her head, her tiny pink eyebrows drawing together in thought. ”A name wonʼt help,” she said matter-of-factly. ”But a soul energy signature might—though it could take a long time. Think of it like this: Iʼm a fisherman casting a net in the river. The river is vast, with countless souls flowing through it. What I can do is limited. But,” she added with a little smirk, ”since Iʼm a pixie, Iʼm the best fisherman out there.”

Wyatt rubbed his chin, nodding slowly. ”I see. What about using something like a tracking spell? Could that help you find a specific soul faster?”

Dredreʼs pink wings shimmered faintly as she pondered his suggestion. ”Hmm, yeah, I think that could work,” she said thoughtfully, her voice brightening with interest. ”Do you have someone in mind? I should warn you, though—I can only pull their soul out. For a body, weʼd need to find a temporary vessel. Chances are their original oneʼs already decomposed.”

Wyatt raised an eyebrow at her pragmatic response. ”Fair point,” he muttered, already running through possible scenarios in his head. The thought of finding a vessel for the souls didnʼt bother him; after all, what better vessel than the Daughter Gems he possessed?

But then, an idea struck him—a dark, chilling idea. His lips curled into a sinister grin that was so unsettling it sent a shiver down Dredreʼs tiny frame. Noticing her reaction, he didnʼt dial it back as he made his request. ”Dredre,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, ”can you pull out a completely eroded soul for me?”

”Sure,” Dredre chirped, seemingly unfazed by the request. Without hesitation, she fished out a soul from the river of souls. Holding it in her tiny hands, she extended the shimmering orb toward Wyatt.

However, as soon as he caught sight of the dark tendrils writhing ominously around the orb, Wyatt instinctively stepped back, his eyes wide with alarm. ”Whoa!” he exclaimed, raising his hands defensively. ”Iʼm not immune to the Breath of Erosion like you are!”

Dredre blinked, tilting her head in confusion. It wasnʼt until she noticed the golden dust emanating from her body keeping the dark tendrils at bay that realization dawned on her. ”Oh,” she said sheepishly, her cheeks glowing faintly pink. ”Sorry, my bad.”

With a quick flick of her wrist, Dredre sprinkled a generous amount of her pixie dust onto the soul. The golden particles shimmered as they landed, causing the Breath of Erosion to retreat and dissipate entirely. Once the soul was purified, she handed it to Wyatt with a proud smile.

”There. All clean,” she said, folding her arms triumphantly.

Wyatt accepted the purified soul with a cautious nod, muttering under his breath, ”Next time, lead with that.” Wyatt couldnʼt help but wonder if Dredre had done that on purpose—as if her casual handling of the soul was a subtle reminder of her newfound status as the god of death. Perhaps it was her way of warning him not to test his luck with her. The thought sent another small shiver down his spine, but he quickly brushed it off.

Holding the orb in his palm, Wyatt focused his soul energy. A Daughter Gem materialized beneath the orb, shimmering faintly. Almost immediately, the orb gravitated toward the gem, merging with it. Wyatt knew the soul had little choice; it couldnʼt maintain its form in the physical plane for long without risking permanent dissolution, especially with the Breath of Erosion having erased all its past lifeʼs merits.

Once the soul and Daughter Gem fused, Wyatt carefully placed it on the ground. Dredre hovered nearby, her tiny face alight with curiosity as she watched the gem transform. Slowly, flesh began to grow over the gem, forming the body of a young female Viltronian-Card Apprentice hybrid.

Wyatt handed the now fully formed but buck-naked teenager a spare set of his clothes. ”Here, wear this,” he said, glancing at her briefly before returning his focus to the notifications flashing in his grimoire:

[Unnamed Daughter Gem has inherited the Cursed Bloodline.]

[Unnamed Daughter Gemʼs authority level has increased to Bloodkin-tier.]

[Unnamed Daughter Gem has inherited the skills: SSS-rank Blood Curse Immunity and SSS-rank Blood Curse Incarnation.]

Wyatt nodded in satisfaction. Mentally, he sent a command to Ceed: ʼSend this Unnamed Daughter Gem to Dalie. Sheʼll handle her.ʼ Without a word, the Daughter Gem vanished from sight, teleported to Wyattʼs elder sister.

Dredre gasped in amazement, her wings fluttering in excitement. ”I canʼt believe the first soul I pulled out of the river of souls was from your race! How crazy is that?”

Wyatt chuckled, shaking his head. ”Not quite. Itʼs not about the soulʼs original race—itʼs just the vessel I used happened to be of my race.”

Dredre tilted her head, confused. Wyatt elaborated, ”The Breath of Erosion erased everything from that soulʼs past life. Itʼs like a blank slate now—completely new, ready to create fresh memories and experiences. Its race no longer matters.”

Dredre nodded thoughtfully, though her expression suggested she was still wrapping her head around the explanation. ”Thatʼs... kinda sad but also amazing,” she murmured.

Wyatt smirked, giving her a playful nudge. ”Welcome to the cycle of reincarnation, pink god of death.”

Dredre giggled, the weight of their discussion momentarily lightened by Wyattʼs teasing.