Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2331 Park's Plea

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Main Section

Having gone through Wyatt's paper on artificial demon cores, Park's mind was blown away. Her gut twisted in regret, thinking that if she had possessed this information in her past life, she could have saved so many lives and even broken through to the Devil Realm before Belphegor, even with his support from the Devil Merchant Code.

Wyatt's findings were profound yet elegantly simple. The paper contained details about artificial demon cores that even she, an ex-demon emperor, hadn't known. For example, the dark races claimed that acclimating to the darkness of the artificial demon core was a test to prove worthiness. In her defense, most of her life in the Dark Realm had been a relentless struggle for survival, leaving little room for deeper reflection.

Still, as she read, shame and frustration gnawed at her. She realized she had lived the life of an ignorant fool, blindly accepting whatever the native dark races told her about her artificial Demon Core. Why had she never questioned it? Why had she never tried to understand it for herself? How could she have been so naive? Her fiery body grew hotter, glowing with a brighter red hue growing with her growing anger, Clenching her fists, she cursed under her breath, "Those bastards... They've been lying to us this whole time."

"Who?" Corey asked, confused, tilting her head as she tried to follow Park's train of thought.

Park stared at Corey in disbelief, momentarily dumbfounded. Was Corey even reading the same material? Normally, Park would have ignored such a question, but her frustration boiled over, forcing her to explain. "The dark races," she spat, her voice trembling with anger. "They've been selling their artificial demon cores across the Myriad Realm, claiming that the darkness in it is a test of the core's wielder. But it's not. It's a side effect."

"I read that too," Corey replied, her brow furrowed, "but didn't you already know that darkness was a side effect of the core? Maybe not in as much detail as Wyatt mentioned here, but you had enough of an inkling to prescribe me poison instead of a cure. Not that I'm complaining or anything." She shrugged, clearly puzzled by Park's intense reaction.

"Corey, stop whining!" Park snapped, her voice edged with irritation. "I made one mistake, it wasn't on purpose and Wyatt fixed it, didn't he? I am trying my best alright. Besides, my conclusion was based on cultivating a low-tier artificial demon core into a Title Demon Core. I was too busy surviving to question the garbage they fed us and

learn that they were labeling darkness being some test of worthiness. When it's just a side effect with an easy solution." Her voice trembled with the weight of suppressed rage.

In a way, Belphegor throwing her into the dark realm to fend for herself without any prior knowledge or preparation saved her from listening to the lies they sell to their slaves and beings across the myriad realms.

Her eyes glistened as she continued, voice cracking, "You've seen firsthand how many friends I had to put down because their sanity was swallowed by the darkness of their artificial demon cores. I could have saved every single one of them with something as simple as a demonic beast taming pill. You've been through my memories-you know how many beings have struggled and died because of this, and how many still do. I was one of the lucky ones... Damn it!" Her voice broke into a shout. "I'm so furious at them, I want to burn them all alive!"

Park, who was usually the voice of reason among the reincarnator duo, was now so enraged that Corey found herself struggling to respond. She wanted to be the voice of reason but couldn't bring herself to speak. She had seen Park's memories and understood all too well the depth of her anguish.

"Settle down," Wyatt thundered, his voice booming with authority, immediately drawing the duo's attention. Park's fiery glow dimmed slightly as she hurriedly spoke, her voice desperate. "Wyatt, you have to find a way to share this information with the rest of the myriad realms. It will save lives and make things so much easier for so many. Please, help me with this-I'm begging you." Her eyes glistened with urgency, and she clasped her hands together, leaning forward in earnest.

Park fully understood the dark races had purposefully denied that the darkness of the artificial demon core was a mere side effect. They had hidden the fact that a simple demonic taming pill could ease the suffering of those using it, all to satisfy their pride. She also realized the danger she was asking Wyatt to face, but she knew if anyone could pull it off, it was him. She could only beg him to risk his life for the greater good. Wyatt folded his arms, his expression calm but resolute. "I'm one step ahead of you," he said, his tone measured yet firm. "I've already bought up all the demon-taming pills with expired patents-or those with no patents-and I'm in the process of modifying them. Once that's done, I'll register them with the Devil Merchant Code as medicinal pills designed to help with the darkness side effect of the artificial demon core. However, it'll take time. I need to figure out how to sell them without revealing my identity. We'll be patient and make this count." He paused, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "By then, I'll have come up with a catchy name for the pills."

Corey's eyebrows lifted, and Park exhaled, her shoulders visibly relaxing. "Yes, yes," Park agreed quickly, nodding. "You can't be hasty with this. Too many people won't like what you're doing" She glanced at him with a mix of gratitude and admiration. "If you need my help with anything, just ask. I know it doesn't mean much since I'm already your employee for the next century and all, but I mean it-use me as you like!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Her voice softened, and a rare vulnerability appeared in her fiery eyes. She was genuinely grateful for the burden Wyatt had taken upon himself. Although she knew he planned to make money from the pills, she didn't mind. After all, she understood that things given freely were rarely valued.