Date- 31 Mar 2321
Time- 10:27
Location- Sky Blossom City, Guild Association Mall, Warehouse no.234
“And can you make my origin card in Corey’s image?” Kane’s eyes shone brightly as he spoke these words.
“…” Hearing Kane, I couldn’t help but stare at him with deadpan eyes for a second. Kane was really making it hard for me not to judge him. Still, with a professional mask on, I answered him, “If you can get Corey’s consent, I can make it happen.”
“Do you think she will give me her consent?” Kane asked eagerly.
“We will never know until you ask.” I gave a neutral answer because a part of me wanted to watch Corey thrash this sad virgin, and part of me was also worried that he would enjoy it.
“Huh, I think I should stick with the images I sent you.” After a lot of consideration, Kane finally decided not to tempt fate. Hearing his decision, I was disappointed as I had grown curious whether Kane would enjoy Corey breaking each bone in his body.
“About that, before we continue, I have some concerns regarding the images you sent me. Whom do they belong to, and if you have their blessings to use them?” At first, I thought the images belonged to a random chick but seeing how a small interaction with Corey could result in Kane’s creep response, I had a hunch that the images he sent to me belonged to someone involved in his life. It could be his caretaker, teacher, friend’s mom, Aunt, or worse.
“Umm… those images belong to my bully’s mom. I thought —” Before Kane could explain the twisted reason behind his actions, I interrupted him.
“Kane, you cannot do that without consent. No matter what reasons you have to justify your actions, I don’t want to hear it. Unless or until you have the other person’s permission, I cannot help you.” I almost made a huge mistake. I shouldn’t have broken my rules for this sad virgin. No matter how unchallenging the task, I should have stuck to my rules and used his fate ingredients Ironwood Seed to create a Viltronian Treant or something.
“I understand, Master Wyatt, you are morally bound from helping me. But still, can you make it so that my origin card has the ability to take the shape of anybody I want it to? Of course, with aforementioned conditions in play.” Kane did not get disappointed by my rejection. Instead, he came up with a brilliant solution to his problem, which in no way put me in a tough spot morally. But knowing Kane’s intentions, I was still entangled because what he was asking for was a living blow-up doll that could shapeshift into any woman he desired.
“Sure, I can do that.” Keeping my conflicts aside, I did what a professional would do, get that money, cha-ching!
“Great. When do we start?” Getting a positive response from me, Kane was enthused and eagerly asked me to get started already.
“Yes, but before that, we have to wait for one of my associates. She is paramount in the creation of your origin card. At least her origin card is.” Saying that, I used Hive AI to mentally inform Vivian to come to the warehouse immediately.
‘Yes, master. I am nearby. I will be there in 6 minutes.’ Vivian replied through Hive AI.
Vivian was my first opponent during the tournament. Her family paid 75,000 soul jades to get her the opportunity to be my first opponent. I didn’t turn her into my calamity daughter gem because I held a grudge but for her origin card, the Forbidden Garden. It was a field card with tree monsters called Elder Druids that could bear fruits that would grow into a fully grown homunculus within a few seconds.
Vivian’s origin card caught my eye for various reasons. But for now, I am interested in its ability to give birth to humanoids from trees as I needed to create a living blow-up doll using ironwood tree seed.
“Sure, Master Wyatt, whatever you need. I will wait.” Kane politely agreed to follow my arrangements.
As we were waiting for Vivan’s arrival, I received a call from an unexpected person, Ronnie, my ungrateful cousin.
[Ronnie Calling…. Answer/Reply/Reject]
“I need to take this call…” Kane was my client now, so I informed him of the call before answering it, following professionalism.
“Please, go ahead, master Wyatt. Don’t mind me.” Kane replied hurriedly.
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“Ronnie, it better be important. I am with a client.” I growled at Ronnie, answering his call. The last time I talked to him or anyone in his family was when he left for the monster meat culinary and butchering course at a university in the southern academic city.
“I am sorry, Wyatt. But it is really important.” Ronnie answered from the other end of the call.
“What is it? Did you get into some trouble already?” I asked, knowing Ronnie was not the type to call unless he needed help. Therefore, I decided not to ignore his call. After all, I invested in him so that I could build a small monster meat processing empire surrounding his origin card. And as an investor, I had to attend to my investments until they were ripe for harvesting.
“Yes, but it wasn’t me, I promise. This time the trouble came seeking me.” Ronnie hurriedly explained.
“Is it Jackie’s father or her ex-father-in-law?” I listed the only people with a grudge against Ronnie.
“Not them. I wish it were them. Then I could teach those old relics a lesson with the almighty origin card you created for me.” Ronnie went to his fantasy of beating his father-in-law into submission.
“Ronnie, stick to the matter at hand. If you dare to go off the topic again, I will send my people to your university just to kick your dumbass.” I reminded Ronnie, dragging him out of his fantasies.
“Yes, yes. I will get to it.” Ronnie replied, returning to reality, snapping off his fantasy.
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