Card Apprentice Daily Log Chapter 2887: Veerott The Unbreakable

Date: Unspecified

Ti: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Way Beyond, Ocean Supre’s Territory, Bay Of Butch

"Seraphina!"

The mont he heard the Southern Heir’s voice and sensed her presence, the bulky man planted his hands into the fractured ground and surged to his feet in a single explosive motion, not caring in the slightest about Aqualas still sitting on his back.

"You’re back. Does that an you’ve finally agreed to my marriage proposal?"

"Veerott, you asshole!"

Aqualas stumbled off his back but landed lightly on her feet. The next mont, she planted both hands against his back and shoved him forward.

The push looked casual, almost playful, yet it carried the force of a raging tsunami.

BOOM!

Veerott was blasted off the island like a cannon shell, tearing through the air before crashing deep into the ocean. The impact split the sea apart for miles, sending colossal waves roaring toward the horizon while the entire island shook violently beneath the aftershock.

"I see you still haven’t managed to get your power under control, Aqualas," Seraphina remarked to the Ocean Supre as casually as if they were old friends reuniting after years apart.

Around them, the ocean still raged from Aqualas’s casual shove. Yet Aqualas rely crossed her arms and huffed, strands of flowing water-hair swaying around her like living tides.

"Hmph. That idiot deserved it."

"What brings you back, princess? I thought you were relieved to finally get rid of that idiot."

Aqualas looked at Seraphina with clear surprise, as though she had never expected to see her here again. The tides around her shifted restlessly with her emotions, the surrounding seawater rising and falling like a living creature awaiting her mood.

"A lot has happened since I left. I lost my throne and was imprisoned. But my great-grandniece saved and restored my right to the throne, and now she’s in trouble. She needs my help.

"However, the enemy is not only powerful, I also have no allies I can truly trust except the two of you."

Seraphina did not go into detail. She only revealed enough for her old friends to understand one thing clearly: she was in deep trouble, and she had co here because she needed their help.

"Great. The two of us are all the allies you’ll ever need. Let’s go rescue your niece," Aqualas said with such casual confidence that it sounded like the matter was already settled.

Seraphina did not doubt her confidence in the slightest. After all, Aqualas was the Ocean Supre, one of the most terrifying Supres the Card Apprentices had ever faced. If she truly wished to, she could drown all five regions beneath the ocean with a single thought.

"No, this enemy isn’t that simple—"

"Relax, princess. No matter who your enemy is, Veerott and I can handle them."

"Will you listen to for a second?" Seraphina snapped, her voice turning sharper. "I don’t doubt your prowess. If I did, I wouldn’t have co seeking your help in the first place. But this ti... the enemy is in a league of his own."

*Swoosh!*

Veerott exploded out of the ocean and landed beside the two won, seawater cascading off him before instantly evaporating midair. By the ti his feet touched the fractured island, he was already dry and presentable.

He had deliberately taken his ti beneath the sea to clean himself up for Seraphina. She was the one who got away.

However, he no longer pursued her because she had a habit of bossing him around and shalessly taking advantage of the feelings he once had for her, even though she had no notion of reciprocating his feelings for her. Veerott had grown tired of that nonsense long ago and chose to live as a hermit instead.

Unfortunately for him, Aqualas refused to leave him alone.

On a whim, she had shifted an entire ocean to this isolated region just so she could continue tornting him with her absurd strength and demands. After all, in the entire Card World, Veerott was the only being whose body could withstand her abuse without breaking apart.

Or, as Aqualas liked to put it, the only toy sturdy enough not to snap.

"This enemy of yours must be sothing else. I’ve never heard you describe anyone like that before," Veerott said while subtly flexing his muscles, shalessly peacocking in an attempt to draw Seraphina’s attention.

Clearly, he still wasn’t over her. If anything, years of isolation and hermitage had only deepened the feelings he carried for her.

"Yes, he is. And he has the backing of two Supres: the Stone Supre, Petra, and the Blood Supre, Bloodette."

"Bloodette? That bitch is hiding there?" Aqualas’s expression instantly darkened. The surrounding ocean churned violently in response to her anger, waves rising high enough to blot out the horizon. "I’m sick of her damn mourning period turning my waters red. I’m constantly expending energy to push the Bloodstorm away from my ocean. Let’s go now. Either she ends her mourning period, or I kill her myself."

The Ocean Supre had raised a massive high-pressure do of cold, dense air above the ocean surface, creating a barrier the Bloodstorm could not penetrate. Whenever the storm collided with it, the conflicting pressure systems tore it apart and dispersed it. She did all that because she didn’t like seeing her water getting crimson.

"What’s a mourning period?" Veerott asked. "Did you go through one too?"

"A mourning period is an emotional overload experienced by Supre beings who keep dying repeatedly, unable to cope with reliving their past mories every ti the world’s Rule Stream rebuilds them back to perfection." Aqualas explained dismissively. "It’s basically sothing weak Supre beings experience. I haven’t died enough tis to ever undergo one, and I don’t plan to anyti soon."

She then grinned, though the smile carried a terrifying edge to it.

"And you better hope I never do either, because if I enter my mourning period..."

The ocean around the island suddenly grew still.

"The entire world will drown."