Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 642 Slumber Form

Chapter 642 Slumber Form

Date- 31 Mar 2321

Time- 14:38

Location- Sky Blossom City, SSS-Rank Legend Grade Unparalleled Arena

'I feel ashamed knowing that I am related to you.'

'How can you have such thoughts about your sisters, nieces, and grandchildren? Disgusting.'

'You sick… sick… Sicko!"

'....' Hearing the displeasure of the other thoughts and various names they referred to him with, the ancient thought became speechless. It did not think that it would face such an intense backlash for trying to revive an age-old tradition. And what about the thoughts from his generation? Why weren't they coming out in his support? It is because of their lazy elders that young people these days forget their roots. Don't they understand that due to their stubbornness, they are killing their ancestral bloodline slowly?

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"Old dead people. Shut up! I am having a hard time trying to focus on the battle." Anna yelled in annoyance. For some odd reason, the small humanoid mountain of dried magma was getting stronger, faster, and bulkier with every punch she threw at it.

Hearing Anna yell, the unparalleled bloodline ancestors went quiet but soon started communicating using masked soul whispers. Anna could still hear hushed buzzing from the statues of her ancestors, but it was a lot more bearable than before. And this also proved her assumption that the buzzing sound was made because of her ancestors trying to communicate with her or each other. But they are an unruly bunch since they would not fulfill her demand of staying silent.

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'Ancestor, you have defeated this devil once. Can you tell me about its abnormal state? Why is it so weak for a devil?' A thought asked the wild thought who claimed that he had killed the devil Feastus on this world.

'Right now, it is indeed very weak for a devil because this is not its true form. The Devil Feastus has two forms, the first form, the slumber form, and the second form, the awake form.

At present, it is in its slumber form. Just think of this form as sleep eating. Its consciousness is asleep. The only thing it cares about is devouring everything within its sights. The more it consumes, the stronger it grows.

I don't know if this is a coincidence, but this girl is wise to have trapped Feastus in that field card. With the help of its molten lava, it can devour everything in its sights if this fight were happening in the outside world. Then by now, Feastus would have consumed enough to gather the required strength to kill a demigod with a single blow.

Here in the Arena, Feastus cannot use its magma to devour everything surrounding it continuously. So it is growing much slower than when I fought with it.' The wild thought explained.

'Right now, it is not devouring anything. So why is it growing stronger with the passing time? Unless it can also devour the physical force used by the girl to attack it!' Hearing the explanation of the wild thought, the thought from earlier figured out why the devil Feastus was growing stronger over the period. It was devouring the force from Anna's attacks.

'Oh my, this devil is more troublesome than it looks.' One of the thoughts gasped aloud.

'Not just the physical force from the attack but all kinds of force generated during its motion. That fat ugly bastard will grow stronger just by moving.' The wild thought said menacingly, remembering his fight with the devil Feastus.

'What! Then how did you defeat it? If it can devour all kinds of forces, doesn't that make it invincible? Child, don't exaggerate.' Said an elderly thought. Seeing how it talked down to the wild child, the elderly thought was someone who had experienced life with wild thought.

'Oldman, what need do I have to exaggerate? The devil is right here. You people will witness it soon enough.' The wild thought did not mind the way elderly thought addressed him. Instead, he calmly explained that he had no reason to exaggerate since the evidence was right in front of their eyes.

'He is right. You can see that the devil gets more energetic with every step. Clearly, it feeds off the reaction forces to maintain maximum efficiency, and eating the minute product forces, it grows stronger slowly but steadily.' One of the thoughts pitched in its observations. He seemed impressed by how the devil could produce small product forces efficiently without wasting even a small amount of applied force.

'Woah! That's amazing. If I had a movement technique like that, I could walk around the world ten times and feel energetic.' An older thought said in pure amazement and appreciation.

'Child, you killed that devil, right? Were you able to use its body parts as ingredients to recreate such a card?' Many thoughts were impressed by the devil Feastus's ability. Some couldn't hold back their curiosity and asked the wild thought if he was able to recreate the devil Feastus's ability using its carcass as card ingredients.

'I tried, but I couldn't. But I created a few cards that could absorb the enemy attacks.' Replied the wild thought.

'What! You wasted such good ingredients in creating cards that could absorb the enemy attacks. And you dared to call others prodigal.' The older feminine thought, who contradicted the wild thought earlier, seeing an opportunity, jumped in, blaming him for wasting quality ingredients on trash cards.

'Shut up! If you look at it that way, we are all prodigal. Don't tell you guys never waste a few high-grade ingredients for your hobbies.' The wild thought defended himself by labeling every one of the unparalleled bloodline as prodigal.

'You—' the older feminine thought was about to refute the wild thought, but a younger feminine thought interrupted her, 'Ancestor, calm down. It's not the time for settling petty differences. We have a more pressing matter at hand. Our junior will lose to the devil if the battle progresses as it is now.'

'By now, she should have figured out something is wrong, right? Then why is she still attacking the devil? It seems we have another muscle brain in our hands. I should have guessed, seeing how she is fighting the devil with nothing but her bare fists.' A thought narrated, disapproving how Anna continued to attack the devil despite knowing that it did zero damage to it.

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