Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm realm "I hide my identity with a mask because our realm is being invaded by a noble-class dark faction. I don't want them to find allies in my enemies in the dark realm to help them invade our realm," Wyatt explained as the soul energy mask covering his face dissipated.
"Wow, you are handsome. Moon hit the jackpot!" Dulas exclaimed in awe upon seeing Wyatt's features. Her eyes sparkled as if she had witnessed a masterpiece crafted by the myriad realms. However, he was still not her type, so she was genuinely happy for Moon.
"Wait, does that mean your realm is defeating a noble-class dark faction?" Biore asked Wyatt in shock. He knew just how rare it was to find realms in the myriad realms that had grown enough to produce noble-class entities.
However, he was seriously mistaken. The Card Realm did not have a noble-class being in the present to Wyatt's knowledge, but it did during the last demon invasion. The ancient card apprentices had managed to defeat a nefarious dark faction, the Ten Commandments, erasing them from the Dark Realm altogether. Following their demise, the rights to the Card World fell into the hands of the devil merchant code. Yet in the present, Wyatt wasn't sure if the Card World still had any noble-class individuals.
The Field Marshal could be considered semi-noble class, and combined with her martial expertise, she might be able to take on a low-rank noble-class devil. With the suppression of the Card World's will, she could likely match any rank of noble-class devil. Wyatt assumed that the top ten strongest individuals in the Card World could achieve similar results.
As for the Masters, Wyatt had met Demigod Norley. He was on the verge of breaking through to the noble class but hadn't succeeded. Wyatt had no idea about his martial prowess, so he couldn't estimate how he would fare against a noble-class devil. However, if noble-class devils were suppressed by the Card World's will, they would likely be crushed by him. Thus, the Masters would give the noble-class devils a run for their money.
Meanwhile, Wyatt had no idea how strong the rulers of the four regions were, so he refrained from making assumptions until he met one of them. Therefore, the chances of the present-day Card World fighting off the invasion of a noble-class dark faction again seemed fifty-fifty.
"They have us, so what do you think?" Wyatt asked the young dwarf, pointing at himself, Dalie, and Ceed. Even without involving Dalie and Ceed, he was confident he could fight off the 'Seven Princes of Hell' faction. What he was worried about was how to minimize casualties and damages.
To achieve this, Wyatt planned to shift the battlefield from the Card World to the Dark Realm. This was why he was so aggressively trying to establish himself in the Dark Realm. He wanted to end the 'Seven Princes of Hell' faction in the Dark Realm before they could even set foot in the Card World. Only by doing so could he minimize casualties and damages to the Card World and its people.
Another reason for his actions was his fear that the three mischiefs would use this opportunity to stir trouble. From the looks of it, the Supreme Leader seemed to have broken through to the demigod realm, considering he already had an army of undead demigod card apprentices.
As for Matron, she had gone AWOL after their last encounter. His information network wasn't able to locate her—not even the members of the Paw Clan. Meanwhile, on the side of the Emissary of Light, his fanatic minions were chasing someone from the southern region who appeared to have stolen their Lord Demigod Michael Angelo's relic. This individual had also killed the demigod nun guarding it and destroyed the Church of Michael Angelo in the process.
Lastly, there was Handsome Fox, aka Gideon Grim. He had stopped planting his seeds into card apprentices across the five regions. It wasn't clear if he had stopped because he had achieved his goal or because the heat on him had become too intense.
Wyatt had thought that after learning he had used the information gained from the chaos dwarf demon merchant Ezra Foolhar to place him at the top of the five regions' most-wanted list, Gideon would come searching for him. However, so far, the latter hadn't made a move.
Currently, it was like the calm before the storm. They were all in hiding, making their preparations, waiting for the right time to strike and reach their ambitions. What they did not realize, however, was that the storm they were waiting for was Wyatt himself.
"Do you own this realm? Then why didn't you buy the rights to your native realm?" Biore asked, wondering if Venera was wealthy enough to turn a realm into the base of his guild. Shouldn't he have had the foresight to purchase the rights to his native realm first? After all, if a realm had a demon or devil merchant, the devil merchant code would give them preference over other merchants when selling the rights. Not to mention, it would offer a significant discount.
"By the time I had the money, a devil merchant from my native realm beat me to it. He colluded with the said dark faction and helped them procure the rights to our realm at a discounted price. In return, he got a ticket to the Dark Realm and a powerful sponsor," Wyatt explained, rubbing the head of Dulas, who was staring at his face, trying to take a picture. He had no idea what she planned to do with it, but he warned her, "Dulas, you can't share that picture with anyone."
"I was only going to share it with Moon. I know she would love to see your handsome face," Dulas said dejectedly and deleted the photo, showing Wyatt that she really only intended to share it with Moon and no one else.