Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2926: One Thousand Curse Fields

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City

More than a thousand ruler-class curses intertwined with one another, forming an impossibly complex network that blanketed the entire battlefield. Individually, each curse was powerful. Together, they became something far more terrifying.

The curses complemented one another, covering weaknesses, amplifying strengths, and creating countless chains of interaction. Some curses stacked upon identical effects, multiplying their potency. Others reduced activation costs and removed normally restrictive conditions. The result was a field whose efficiency far exceeded the sum of its parts.

Within my mutated Ego Gem, over a thousand Primordial Ethereal Spirits had arranged themselves in a specific order, each housing a ruler-class curse. Rather than existing independently, they were arranged into a massive battle formation centered around my original Primordial Ethereal Spirit.

Like soldiers stationed around a general, every spirit occupied a precise position, allowing the curses to function as a single unified system, One Thousand Curse Fields, rather than a chaotic collection of abilities.

Only through such a battle formation was the formation of a One Thousand Curse Fields capable of rejecting the authority of a Celestial Rule Domain was possible.

The moment the field fully revealed itself, Aqualas, Seraphina, and the Viltronian realized something was terribly wrong. They had already been trapped for quite some time and simply hadn’t noticed it until it revealed itself.

With its appearance a wave of weakness washed over their bodies. Their strength dulled. Their senses blurred. Their movements felt heavier than before. It was as if hundreds of invisible hands were dragging them down from every direction.

The sensation resembled having dozens of debilitating cards cast on them simultaneously. And that was merely the beginning. The One Thousand Curse Fields had only just revealed itself.

”Seraphina, why can’t I use my Celestial Rule Domain?” Aqualas asked, panic creeping into her voice for the first time. The question alone revealed who the brains of their little trio was.

”He has a field card active,” Seraphina replied, doing her best to keep the explanation simple. ”A field powerful enough to reject your Celestial Rule Domain.”

That was the easiest way to explain it even though it was false as the truth was far more absurd.

Seraphina knew the Southern Hope hadn’t used a field card at all. Somehow, he had manifested this field through his own means like a battle formation. Not only that, but the field was powerful enough to directly oppose the authority of a Celestial Rule Domain, something that should have been impossible.

Yet after everything she had witnessed, she could no longer bring herself to be surprised.

This was, after all, the same man who had studied Celestial Rule Domains, deciphered their principles, and created the Pseudo Celestial Rule Domain technique. Compared to that achievement, creating a field capable of rejecting one seemed almost reasonable.

At that moment, Seraphina found herself recalling her grandniece’s warning that she had chosen the wrong opponent to prove herself against. Not because the Southern Hope was stronger than her. Not because he possessed more resources. But because he was the kind of monster who constantly overturned common sense. Every time she thought she understood the limits of what was possible, he casually shattered them and moved on as if it were nothing special.

Her gaze shifted toward Aqualas and Veerott. Both of them were visibly affected by the field. Aqualas’s oceanic aura had weakened considerably, while Veerott’s normally imposing presence felt unstable and restrained. Their movements had grown sluggish, and even maintaining their strength appeared to require effort.

Under normal circumstances, Seraphina wasn’t entirely sure whether the three of them could defeat the Southern Hope and his subordinates. The odds had never been favorable, but there had at least been a chance.

Now there wasn’t any. Now the outcome seemed painfully obvious. Within the One Thousand Curse Fields, their chances of victory had dropped from slim to nonexistent. If they continued fighting, they wouldn’t merely lose. They would die. And judging by Petra’s expression alone, those deaths would not be pleasant.

So Seraphina made a decision. Instead of struggling against an unwinnable situation, instead of allowing pride to drag them into a pointless battle, she would surrender. Not because she had lost hope. But because she still had enough sense to recognize when a game was already over. If she was going to surrender, she would do it on her own terms while she still could.

”Your Highness Wyatt, you are known as the Southern Hope because of your wisdom and generosity,” Seraphina said, lowering her head. ”Therefore, I surrender myself to you. However, I beseech you, please spare my friends and allow them to leave. Their only mistake was being associated with me. I swear they will return to the Way Beyond and never trouble you again.”

Before she could continue, two furious voices interrupted her.

”Sera!”

”Sera, you dumbass, stop!”

Veerott and Aqualas stared at her in shock. Neither of them had expected Seraphina to surrender, much less offer herself up in exchange for their freedom. The implication behind her words was obvious. She was trying to shoulder all the responsibility herself.

Veerott’s expression darkened immediately. Aqualas looked even worse. The Ocean Supreme might have been reckless, arrogant, and prone to solving problems with overwhelming force, but she wasn’t stupid enough to miss what her friend was attempting to do.

Seraphina was sacrificing herself. And she was doing it because of her. Fearing Seraphina would refuse to listen and continue throwing her life away to clean up a mess she had created, Aqualas abruptly raised her head and shouted toward the heavens.

”Sky God! Stop watching the show and keep your promise!”

The moment those words left her mouth, an uneasy feeling swept through the battlefield.

Seraphina froze, Veerott’s eyes widened. Even the air itself seemed to grow heavier. They all knew exactly who Aqualas was calling.

Meanwhile, Petra’s expression underwent a dramatic change. The smug confidence she had worn throughout the confrontation vanished instantly, replaced by genuine terror.

For the first time since the battle began, she looked afraid.

”Wyatt, run!”

Without hesitation, she grabbed my right wrist and tried to drag me back toward the ground. The force behind her pull was so abrupt that anyone watching would have thought the apocalypse itself was descending from the heavens. And judging by the panic in Petra’s eyes, that might not have been far from the truth.