Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Main Section
Making peace with what he had done to protect his small world and the people in it, Wyatt stepped out of the cottage. He needed to clear his mind the best way he knew how: by creating new cards, physiques, and traits. His goal today was to help Corey introduce a new trait into this world, using all the knowledge he had recently acquired in the study room. The thought excited him, and he eagerly looked forward to getting started.
Standing at the edge of the floating island, Wyatt scanned the horizon, searching for the island where Corey was supposed to be. When he couldn't locate it, he sighed and called on Ceed's help. In an instant, Ceed teleported him directly to her location. What greeted him was unexpected: Corey and the others had created a hot spring, and they were all lounging in it, sipping wine and various other beverages. Most of those with pressing work-Clown Mask, Susan, Cortney, Bloodette, and the Fine Gold trio-had already returned to the Card World. But those who remained were clearly enjoying a moment of relaxation.
"Wyatt!" they all shouted in unison, startled yet delighted by his sudden appearance.
"Wyatt, you pervert! Look away!" Corey's voice cut through the air, unmistakable in its bluntness. No one else would call him that so casually. She was the only one who was both so rude and so comfortable with him.
Wyatt immediately snapped his eyes shut, raising his hands in mock surrender. He heard the rush of water and the shuffle of fabric as everyone used their cards and abilities to get decent within seconds. A quiet giggle escaped someone, likely Dalie, who still seemed a bit unfamiliar with the human concept of dressing.
Once the chaos settled, Wyatt opened his eyes and quickly learned that Cortney and Bloodette had accepted their roles as Clown Mask's assistants. Susan had followed them, offering her expertise in finance and accounting. Corey, however, hadn't followed Susan. She remained behind, waiting for Wyatt. She didn't need to, but having realized how costly inter-realm transportation through the Devil Merchant Code was, she refrained from being willful this time.
"Here," Wyatt said, handing the combat training card back to Field Marshal. "I won't be needing this anymore unless you plan to add advanced combat training to it. I also need you to make a few changes so it can handle a thousand-plus disciples at a time. I'll send a list of the changes I need, along with ways you can improve and optimize the card."
He almost smirked, tempted to get back at Field Marshal for the card's constant nagging with its annoying Dear Disciple shit. But he let it slide for now. Her intentions had never been harmful.
Field Marshal nodded, swiftly equipping the card in her diamond grimoire. As her intent updated her with Wyatt's progress, her eyes widened in disbelief. It was mind-numbing-but not surprising. Wyatt had once again found a way to cheat the subverting the reality as she knew it. She didn't mind, though. She never expected him to reach the pinnacle of the Martial Path. She only wanted him to understand it well enough to fight efficiently and throw a proper punch-enough so she wouldn't be embarrassed to introduce him as her Lord and Disciple to the world.
Her expression softened, but she maintained a stern tone. Wyatt might be her lord, but he still had a duty to uphold the pride and reputation of his subordinates. He might cheat, but he'd better not tarnish their honor.
Her intent's information about Wyatt's clone, Michael, achieving enlightenment on the Martial Path and showing the potential to become a Martial Sage shocked her, Field Marshal kept her composure. Like her intent, she had too many questions swirling in her mind. How could a clone display such extraordinary talent and potential in Martial path when the original did not? The thought was bizarre, almost too much to believe.
However, she didn't bother to ask Wyatt about it. Some secrets, she felt, were best left untouched. She knew that Wyatt's clone card was unique-one of a kind-and she understood the danger that knowledge could bring. Anyone would covet such a miraculous card. Even she did. The less she knew, the better. If the world discovered the existence of such a powerful clone card, it would only add another reason for enemies to target Wyatt.
"Wyatt, though you cheated, I'm happy you managed to complete the basic combat training," she said, a satisfied smile softening her stern features. "Now we can start advanced combat and basic martial arts training. Please send me a detailed report on the changes you want me to make to this card. I'll work on it and get back to you" Her gaze sharpened with curiosity, and she asked, "What facility was that you trained in? I could use it when I have free time."
Now that Wyatt was in the Lil Storm Realm, far from immediate danger, the Field Marshal didn't need to monitor or follow him constantly. She had plenty of free time- time she could use to sharpen her own skills. With access to the same facility Wyatt used, perhaps she could achieve her dream of becoming the world's strongest on her own, even sooner than Wyatt had promised.
"It's the study room of the Infinity Library branch in sector WS9909, Wyatt answered, his voice casual but his eyes thoughtful. "It's costly, but I know an elder pixie there named MayMay. You'll need to be a little shameless-just mention my name, and she'll set you up with a study room and all the supplements you'll need for prolonged training. However," he added with a caution, "if she asks about me, tell her I'm busy with something"
Th Field Marshal nodded, acknowledging Wyatt's instruction, though she did not know why he was a little weird about MayMay enough to ask her to lie to her. She did not pry on it, she was more interest about the study room she couldn't wait to try it.