Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date- 13 April 2321

Time- 9:52

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital

Belphegor was not wrong to think that he could use his incredible speed to take advantage of the fact that Wyatt could only enter the tertiary time flow when he was close to him as he had no idea that Wyatt’s eyes could see into the tertiary time flow which allowed him to react at an insane rate. 

“Curse Energy,” the towering Belphegor, standing at a height of 110 feet, gazed at the protective barrier shaped like a black diamond that enveloped Wyatt. He muttered to himself, realizing that Wyatt’s technique of absorbing forces was connected to a curse. This curse-based ability was distinct from the skills employed by Beezlabub. Nevertheless, the overwhelming intensity of the curse energy brought to mind a specific devil, although this devil was a loner by nature and unlikely to share her power with anyone. 

As Belphegor pondered the curse energy that Wyatt was manifesting, he witnessed an astonishing transformation. Wyatt’s stature expanded significantly, evolving from a mere 9 feet to an imposing 110 feet same height as Belhpegor. Now standing at this towering height, Wyatt launched an assault on Belphegor. With a mighty fist, he delivered a forceful blow, channeling not only his own strength but also the energy he had absorbed from Belphegor’s previous attack. 

Observing the situation unfold, Belphegor swiftly employed the infernal temporal stride ability. However, his intention was not to directly counter Wyatt’s impending strike but rather to evade it. Recognizing that Wyatt’s forthcoming fist blow would harness the energy accumulated from his earlier assault, Belphegor promptly initiated a retreat through the tertiary time flow. Wyatt, witnessing Belphegor’s retreat, momentarily halted his attack. Not wanting to waste the force he had accumulated from Belphegor’s attack.

“Why the sudden hesitation, Belphegor? Has your confidence wavered? Where’s all that boldness you displayed when you were boasting about reaping my soul?” Wyatt taunted the devil, mocking his decision to withdraw instead of engaging in combat.

“Boy, don’t be full of yourself. If you are that confident about yourself try not to dodge my next attack,” Belphegor retorted. With a fluid motion, he wielded his chain whips, allowing them to spin through the air before coiling around his hands like a pair of chain gauntlets. Employing the Infernal temporal stride once again, he charged toward Wyatt while uttering an incantation, “Temporal Annihilation Fist.”

Using his soul pupils, Wyatt observed Belphegor’s rapid approach and readied himself mentally to respond to the impending strike. The moment Belphegor closed in on him, Wyatt swiftly accessed the tertiary time flow, infusing his fist with the energy he had earlier absorbed from Belphegor’s attack. In an instant, their fists collided with each other, resulting in a powerful clash.

The energies propelling the two fists interchanged, propelling Belphegor backward once more due to the power behind Wyatt’s punch. Surprisingly, Belphegor didn’t appear disheartened by this outcome; instead, a smirk adorned his face. His amusement grew as he observed Wyatt’s form gradually dissipating into the air, carried away by the wind. Evidently, his Temporal Annihilation Fist possessed an enigmatic effect to it, which was now gradually eroding Wyatt’s existence. Looking down at his diminishing body, Wyatt let out a confused and frustrated exclamation, “What in the world?”

After carefully dissecting the mysterious curse-infused ability that Wyatt employed to neutralize the impact of Belphegor’s strikes, Belphegor deduced that Wyatt’s technique primarily absorbed physical force and was ineffective against spiritual energy. With this understanding, Belphegor altered his approach. Instead of relying solely on his physical might, he harnessed the potency of his hybrid rune, Time Annihilation – a profoundly destructive ability in his arsenal. This calculated shift in a strategy aimed to exploit Wyatt’s skill condition that it can only absorb physical power, enhancing Belphegor’s chances of success of defeating Wyatt.

While Belphegor exhibited traits of caution and cowardes, uncommon for a devil of his formidable might, his approach was characterized by meticulous planning and careful calculation. He left no margin for mistakes. Belphegor reserved his decisive actions for moments when victory was virtually guaranteed. Only when he was absolutely certain of success would he willingly embrace the prospect of going all in against an adversary and only if the situation demand it. The results of his cautious and well-calculated actions stood plainly before him: the formerly proud and confident Wyatt who did not spare a chance to taunt him stood there suspended in mid-air as his 110ft body dissipated with the wind.

“Hahaha,” Belphegor erupted into laughter as he observed Wyatt’s physical form gradually disintegrate and dissolve into the wind. It was as if his long-starved thirst for vengeance had finally been quenched, even if just a little. The taste of it only whets his appetite for more. The anticipation of harvesting Wyatt’s soul and subjecting it to a myriad of excruciating torments filled him with grim satisfaction. He could hardly contain his eagerness to inflict every torment he could conceive upon Wyatt’s captured soul.

“Boy, you said that only by killing you could I reap your soul. Behold, I have killed your physical body. What do you have to say now?” Belphegor’s voice rang out, a blend of triumph and sadistic amusement. “Hahaha, I eagerly anticipate the anguished cries your very soul shall emit as I subject it to torments that your limited mind cannot even comprehend,” he proclaimed, his laughter bordering on manic as he awaited that anticipated moment of desperation. Belphegor relished the idea of witnessing Wyatt’s despair and savoring it.

Yet, as Wyatt’s physical body was about to be disintegrated, the devil’s expected expression of desperation did not appear on his face. It was as though Wyatt harbored no fear of his imminent death. This was a letdown for Belphegor, who exclaimed, “Why are you not pleading for life or shedding tears for your misguided choices to go against me? Cry, you freak! Cry! You’re ruining this for me.”

“Belphegor, I’ll grant you this much – your assault did manage to catch me off guard. However, the same attack will not work on me twice,” Wyatt retorted before his face began to disintegrate and his physical body was completely destroyed. 

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