Card Apprentice Daily Log Chapter 2306 Dear Disciple

Chapter 2306 Dear Disciple

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Devil Merchant Code, Inter-Realm City, Sector WS9909, Infinity Library, Study Room

Wyatt acknowledged the importance of martial arts, but his appreciation for it was never strong enough to abandon science and walk the solitary Martial Path. That could never happen; he preferred venturing into the unknown and unraveling its mysteries. He couldn't imagine himself lifting weights or meditating while chanting, "My body is a temple."

After transmigrating, his definition of science expanded along with his understanding of reality. To him, science wasn't about accepting reality at face value but questioning it, uncovering its intricacies, and understanding its principles. If possible, he sought to recreate it, retracing the footsteps of the Myriad Realms. His pursuit had brought him to the origin source. Though not yet strong enough to explore it, he believed the day would come when he could finally reach where the Myriad Realms began. With such a path in mind for his chill life, Wyatt could never see himself walking the Martial Path fully. However, he understood that without its aid, it would be much harder for him to follow his path and reach its peak. Therefore, he sought a way to continue on his journey while learning from the Martial Path. Though it was said to be impossible to reach the peak of the Martial Path by taking shortcuts, Wyatt didn't care -his pursuit wasn't the pinnacle of martial arts. To him, it was merely a means to an end.

Everyone has their pursuits. Wyatt never claimed he was right or that others were wrong; he only wished to walk his path in peace. After all, a chill life without the people and things you love is just a compromise-or worse, self-deception. Some sages claimed that being satisfied with what one has is the path to contentment. But what if someone covets what you possess? What if your possessions that you were satisfied with lacked the power to let you protect your possession? Then what? That's why Wyatt argued that such a philosophy was a form of compromise or

self-deception.

Positioning themselves for training, Wyatt and his primordial spirit formed a party to share the effects of the Field Marshal's Combat Training card. Soon, the voice of the Field Marshal greeted them,

"Dear Disciple-"

Hearing the card address him as it's beloved disciple, Wyatt immediately interrupted, complaining, "Hold on! I only agreed to make you my combat instructor. When did this escalate into a master-disciple relations.h.i.+p? Field Marshal, you're getting more shameless by the day. Have you and your husband finally decided to let go of shame and claim yourselves as my masters?"

"Dear Disciple, I'm sorry. I can't help you with that. I'm merely the intent of your master. If you have doubts beyond my knowledge or complaints about my performance, you'll need to reach out to your master. I can't a.s.sist you further."

As it turned out, the Field Marshal had used her intent to create the Combat Training card-no wonder it was an Mythical Grade card. Her intent functioned much like a programmed Al combat instructor. Wyatt wasn't surprised, knowing that even a low-level card creationist could use monster cores with beast wills to create artificial will for golems or other cards. What annoyed him, though, was how she had programmed the card to call him 'Dear Disciple' instead of just 'Disciple. Clearly, she was trying to manipulate him into accepting her as his master.

First, she cunningly persuaded him to upgrade his grimoire to Diamond Grade so he could equip her Combat Training card. Wyatt had thought her game ended there, but now he realized the card was another p.a.w.n in her strategy to lower his resistance to becoming her disciple.

"Stop calling me 'Dear Disciple," he ordered. "That would be help enough!"

"Dear Disciple, I'm sorry. I can't help you with that. Your master's boundless love for you instructed me to address you this way. There's no way around it. Please, reach out to your master for further a.s.sistance." The card intent answered indifferently. Making Wyatt feel like the fool arguing with a automated voice machine.

"Field Marshal!" Wyatt screamed in frustration. He was tempted to contact her through the Demon Codex and demand she fix the card, but he restrained himself. He decided it wasn't worth ruining his training over something so trivial.

As a Diamond Grade card creationist, Wyatt could overhaul even an SSS-rank card with ease, especially given his primordial soul pupils. However, Field Marshal's combat training card's key component-the intent of the Martial Sage Lorn-was not to be played with. Tampering with it would instantly render the card useless. Helpless but amused, Wyatt muttered with a smirk, "Well played. I'll get you back for this!"

"If you're done whining, Dear Disciple, shall we begin training?" The tone of the Martial Sage Lorn's intent suddenly s.h.i.+fted, losing the politeness and respect the Field Marshal usually afforded Wyatt as her Lord. It now treated him like a lazy, rebellious disciple. Yet, the intent maintained a modic.u.m of respect-it couldn't bring itself to treat him as a mere cadet of the Southern Watch.

"WTF!" Wyatt was taken aback by the intent's sudden authoritative tone, it reminded him of military cadets back on Earth. Instead of complaining, he adjusted his att.i.tude and shouted, "Sir, yes, sir!" His primordial spirit mimicked him, echoing, "Sir, yes, sir!" "That's the spirit, Dear Disciple," the intent said, seemingly pleased. Ignoring Wyatt's refusal to call it 'Master, it continued, "For your realm, your physique is gifted with unimaginable strength and harmony, making it particularly st.u.r.dy and effective despite lacking formal training. Not to mention your vast reserves of soul energy.

"You possess everything a martial artist trains for-strength, control, and power. One might think these gifts would make you a natural martial artist, but that's not the case. Because you weren't innately born with these abilities, I have no idea what you did to acquire them but they've now become obstacles on your Martial Path."