Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date- 13 April 2321

Time- 9:54

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital

Examining the charred body of the mohawk devil, Wyatt was taken aback to notice that the powerful explosion had failed to cause any damage to the unknown chain, and the hourglass relic fastened to his body. Moreover, the injuries on the devil’s body near the mysterious chain seemed slightly less severe compared to the other wounds that adorned his form.

It was clear that the unknown chain securing the hourglass relic had attempted to absorb the explosion’s impact, yet it could only successfully absorb a fraction of the blast directed at it. Without this intervention, Belphegor’s predicament would have been considerably graver. The mere thought of the potential outcome, if he had borne the full brunt of the ember mark detonations, made Wyatt shake his head in dismay. It was evident that he was in over his head, facing opponents beyond his league.

Despite the unknown chain’s help, the successive and destructive explosions had undeniably inflicted significant damage upon the devil’s physique. Therefore planning to capitalize on Belphegor’s disoriented condition, Wyatt made the calculated to end the devil’s Worldhog incarnation here and now. 

Worldhog was the species name of the creature that Belphegor had refined as his incarnation. Wyatt had read about it and seen its illustration in the Myriad Race Records. Worldhog Race was in lot way very similar to the Viltronian Race, but a lot stronger than them as they had capability to change their size with their will so they were also a lot dumber than them. Like the Victorians Worldhogs were also very violent species that preferred to use their brawns over brains. 

Therefore, similar to the Viltronians, they were also labeled as a nearly extinct species. Although sporadic glimpses of the Worldhog species had been reported throughout the Myriad realms, the rarity of such sightings made it all the more astonishing and noteworthy to witness a member of this species ascend to the realm of devils. However, ultimately, this achievement led to the misfortune of being refined into Belphegor’s incarnation.

If Wyatt hadn’t employed the SSS-rank movement seal blood curse, Belphegor could have effortlessly controlled the decisive battle between them by relying solely on the raw power of his Worldhog form, as he had intended. However, this strategy shifted when Belphegor experienced a series of painful events that unveiled the curse energy’s capacity for absorbing physical force and creating seals to use the absorbed force later.

While Belphegor remained disoriented from the series of explosions earlier, Wyatt swiftly lunged toward him, summoning all his energy and the power he had absorbed from the Ember Ignition fist earlier. As he closed in, Wyatt caught a whiff of the delectable barbecue aroma wafting from the scorched Worldhog, serving as a reminder that despite its might, the creature was essentially an oversized pig.

Ignoring the tempting aroma of the barbecue, Wyatt landed a solid punch on the devil’s face. Then, covering his other hand with a potent SSS-rank Brittle blood curse, he drove his hand through the chest of the Worldhog, targeting one of its three hearts. After obliterating the heart, Wyatt intended to pull his arm back, but unexpectedly, the ends of the unknown chain swiftly coiled around his arm. Just as the barely conscious devil mumbled, “Got you.”

“Careless,” Wyatt exclaimed, realizing his arm was caught by Belphegor’s unknown chain. Having witnessed its sinister power to drain life force, Wyatt made up his mind decisively and responded to the devil’s move with a loud chant, “Not this time. Enjoy your trip to hell— wherever naughty devils go. SSS-rank Blood Curse: Cursed blood explosion.”

Wyatt’s loud chant reached Bephegor’s ears, even in his confused state. This made the devil frown, as the chant unmistakably indicated that Wyatt intended to detonate his own body. The devil felt the urge to let go of Wyatt’s body and distance itself rapidly. However, it paused, realizing that by doing so it would be playing right into Wyatt’s hands. 

Belphegor thought Wyatt was bluffing, hoping Belphegor would let go of his hand out of fear. Thus, Belphegor didn’t loosen his hold on Wyatt’s hand; he did the opposite. He tightened the chain around Wyatt’s wrist and attempted to drain his vitality. He felt a sense of accomplishment for seeing through Wyatt’s deception. It was satisfying to achieve a victory over Wyatt, having repeatedly fallen for his schemes and losing to him. 

Nevertheless, while Belphegor was rejoicing, he noticed Wyatt’s body suddenly become lifeless, as it had abruptly drifted into slumber. Before Belphegor could wrap his head around the confusion, Wyatt’s body burst forth in a massive explosion.

*Boom* 

The explosion thundered with a deafening roar, ripping through the air and sending shockwaves that reverberated across the landscape. Its brilliance was blinding, casting a radiant cascade of light that painted the entire southern capital in a surreal, transient glow as if the very fabric of the city had momentarily transformed into a mesmerizing tapestry of brilliance.

In the midst of the explosion’s unleashed chaos, a mere heartbeat seemed to stretch into eternity, causing even the demigods locked in fierce combat with the devils to momentarily halt their clashes. The ferocious exchange of blows came to an abrupt standstill as they collectively reeled from the cataclysmic force, a haunting echo of the explosion’s destructive power sending an unsettling shiver down their spines.

ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm “Wyatt!” Ann and Jill’s voices melded in a frantic chorus, their cries slicing through the air like desperate pleas. Their eyes locked onto the spectacle of the explosion, but the ensuing surge of blinding radiance and the concussive force of the blast swiftly coerced them to shield their vulnerable eyes and avert their gazes. The sheer intensity of the detonation imposed a momentary darkness upon their vision, compelling them to turn away and seek refuge from the overwhelming maelstrom of light and energy.

The very site of the explosion now lay shrouded in a dense veil of dust and smoke, an opaque curtain that enshrouded the aftermath in an air of uncertainty. Amidst this swirling haze, the fate of the devil, Belphegor, who was at the center of the explosion remained a mystery.