The Master of the Strange Realm

Scanning the surrounding people with his peripheral vision, it seemed that the cards in Jenkins' hand were the thickest.

The sea of ​​fire made the temperature in this area even hotter, but this at least ensured that the body temperature of the four humans would not be taken away by the pair of emerald eyes. Jenkins' palms were a little sweaty, but the cards were unaffected by the sweat.

The young man, who looked like a dealer, placed the unfinished cards on his right hand, then held it and pulled it to the left. At least 100 cards with their backs facing up were displayed in front of him in an arc.

Miss Audrey looked to her left, smiled at the thick pile of cards in Jenkins' hand, and then looked at Miss Miller.

Miss Miller also looked over at the same time, because the mask on her face turned into a card, so she saw Audrey's true face. The two nodded to each other as a greeting.

Mr. Robinson tugged on Miss Miller's sleeve, as if he wanted to say something, but the woman nodded at him, and Robinson was delighted.

I originally wanted to ask who would play the card first, but unexpectedly, the strange man directly drew a card in front of him and announced to the four people:

"The game started, and I took the lead. I played the card: [Arson]!"

There was no time to scold him for his shamelessness, only to see a flaming claw on the opened card. It rushed out of the cards and submerged into the sea of ​​fire. The flames that originally retreated outside the round table, as well as the ferocious human faces made of them, became a little restless, shrinking the distance from the round table.

This is not playing cards at all, because there is no time to think, and playing cards means the use of abilities.

"[The blessing of knowledge]!"

Miss Miller had the fastest hands and immediately threw a card. An illusory book composed of golden lines flew out of the card and enveloped four people at once.

"Everyone, it's up to you."

She said to the other three, then squinted her eyes and looked at Jenkins' hand, as if to count how many there were.

The sea of ​​fire rushed forward without stopping, and the boundless flames engulfed the round table, but did not burn it. Even with the blessing of divine magic, that kind of high temperature is still not something humans can endure.

The dealer's cards are played against four people, so everyone can counterattack.

"The extreme cold breathes!."

Mr. Robinson then threw a card, and a yellow aura appeared above the card, and then immediately rushed towards the strange man.

The sea of ​​​​fire shook, and the flames seemed to be stimulated by an opposite force. As the ferocious faces moved through the flames, the power of the spell dissipated before it reached the center of the table.

But the flames didn't give up. With Grimace's wild laughter, the flames broke through the perimeter of the magic and pounced on Mr. Robinson. He screamed and tried to grab Miss Miller's clothes, but was kicked aside by the shorter lady.

As the screams disappeared, he was completely burned to ashes.

"What does this mean? Why can your cards still be used when it's our turn?"

Jenkins asked, but it was a pity that a human shield died without detecting anything.

"This is a reasonable use of ability."

The man replied calmly, the green gem facing Jenkins's eyes. He shuddered violently, leaned to the side, and was supported by Miss Audrey and Miss Miller at the same time.

"So you know Mr. Willamette too."

Miss Audrey said to Miss Miller.

"Yes, we can be considered friends."

Since the three of them have no grudges, the next step is to work together to end it all. After Jenkins recovered, the three of them briefly discussed and decided to be more cautious next, because the owner of the treacherous realm was obviously hiding more rules.

"Premonition!"

It's still the strange man's turn, but his attack is aimed at four people, so Miss Audrey and Jenkins can still play their cards.

The person who threw out the cards was Miss Audrey, the fortune teller, and the front of the cards was a crystal ball placed on a mat. The crystal ball slowly appeared from above the cards. Miss Audrey was lost for a second, and then nodded.

"There is no such thing as a certain death situation in the world. The cards in our hands have the possibility of defeating him."

This is undoubtedly the same as not saying anything, but it boosts morale very well. Jenkins suspected that Miss Audrey had not told all the facts about what he had seen, but he did not ask.

The most disgusting thing about this situation is that in order to win, he will probably leak things that cannot be leaked. Half of the cards in his hand will reveal his illegal identity.

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The two women did not give Jenkins any advice, but looked at him calmly. The firelight made everyone's faces slightly distorted. Jenkins pulled open the collar and didn't even care that the buttons of his shirt were broken.

"You believe me so much?"

he asked in disbelief.

"Fate says so."

"Mr. Willamt, judging from your expression, I can't see that you are nervous."

This is their answer.

"No, I'm nervous."

He replied with a wry smile, looking at the cuffs that were already scorched. If the strange situation was not ended as soon as possible, the power of divine magic might not be able to compete with the sea of ​​fire.

He quickly looked at the cards in his hand, and then threw out one: "Curse of Disease!"

Black energy emerged from the cards and rushed towards the strange man, but nothing happened.

"It's really not a human being!"

Miss Miller actually laughed and took out a palm-sized notebook from her coat pocket and wrote a few words.

Jenkins looked at the cards in his hand blankly and said nothing:

"Forget it, I'll just blow it up next time. It's not worth it to die here to keep my identity a secret. They are also my friends, so they should keep it a secret...probably."

The man pointed at Miss Miodelli. Obviously, the next round belonged to her.

The woman smiled provocatively, then reached out and pushed the hair that was stuck to the side of her face due to sweat behind her ears. She did not choose to play the cards, but shuffled her cards, then randomly selected one and threw it out.

"Is this a believer in destiny?"

Jenkins sighed and squinted at the card, which had a pair of purple eyes painted on it.

He was startled and subconsciously looked at Miss Audrey, and the purple aura in his eyes was indeed gone.

"Is that really a special item?"

Those beautiful eyes popped out of the cards. Because their shape was the same as the eyes of the people around them, a strange feeling came to my heart. He looked into Miss Audrey's eyes again, fearing that there were now two black holes there.

"What's wrong?"

she asked.

"nothing."

The eyes were not aggressive, they just looked at the strange man for a while and then disappeared.

Miss Audrey didn't explain anything, but looked relieved. Miss Miller raised her eyebrows and actually laughed.

"Can someone explain this?"

He seemed to ask that, but the man didn't give him a chance.

He quickly took out a card from the arc-shaped deck and threw it in front of Miss Audrey. Those eyes were designated for him, so he could play his cards.

"Psychomania!"

A pair of black claws stretched out from the card. Before anyone could react, they thrust into Miss Audrey's belly and roughly pulled out her soul.

"The dream soul leaves the body."

After the man's counterattack, it was Jenkins' turn. He threw the card with his blue-skinned image in front of Miss Audrey, and then his vision changed in front of him, and the whole person emerged from the card.

He grabbed the hands and bit the wrists hard. The pain in her wrist released Miss Audrey's soul, and the latter quickly escaped back to her body. Then, Jenkins returned to his physical body, and his black claws stretched back.

Before the man could speak, Jenkins immediately announced, "The target of my ability is Miss Audrey, so she still has one chance to play cards when I join her, right?"

After a while of silence.

"You know the rules very well."

Jenkins laughed, wiped away the sweat on his forehead whether it was from nervousness or the sea of ​​fire, and let out a long breath.

The rules of this damn card game don't seem to be very strict. As long as the activities are carried out within the range stated by the dealer, there should be no problem.

"Thanks."

The woman sitting on one side said softly, and Jenkins shook his head slightly, just hoping that the woman would not throw out cards with unknown meanings like the previous two times.

"B-07-4-8848, Mr. Prankster's Prank Pocket."

This time she carefully observed the cards in her hand before throwing out one of them. Jenkins looked at the pattern on the card, which seemed to be the pocket on Miss Audrey's clothes.

The pocket materialized from the air above the cards, and then was gently pocketed in front of the player. At least one-third of the cards were put into the pocket.

"Why use Mr. Prankster's props? It's too risky? And props with this kind of affix are all hit and miss."

Miss Miller asked Audrey through Jenkins, who pursed her lips and said, "Miller, we haven't known each other for more than a year or two. You should know my personality."

Miss Miller narrowed her eyes, then turned her gaze to Jenkins. Jenkins raised his head in confusion, and the short lady made an expression of realization.

"Did you find a way out?"

"Yes, we won't lose."

Miss Audrey spoke softly, but also had no idea of ​​explaining to Jenkins.

Before he could ask a question, Miss Miller threw down a brand new card and it was now her turn.

"B-01-3-5100, [Poison Knife]."

A short black dagger flew out from the card, but it did not attack directly, it just stayed beside Miss Miller.

"Is it okay to just use it without setting an attack target?"

She asked the dealer, who looked at her for a moment before repeating his answer: "You know the rules very well."

Now Jenkins is certain that this time the mystery is not about playing cards at all, but about who can use his cards more rationally and in compliance with the rules.

Because Miss Miller's turn has no designated target and no counterattacker, it goes directly to the dealer's turn.

He also did not look through the sixty-odd cards left in his hand, but randomly picked one from the middle and threw it in the center of the table:

"[Fire Spirit]!"

As this card was played, a transparent air ball that could only be seen in the field of vision of the [Eye of Truth] was thrown into the fire. Then, the flames floated violently, and the golden magical barrier retreated again.

With a muffled sound, a fist made of flames appeared in front of everyone, followed by the entire elemental life.

"I summoned the spirit of fire. At the same time, since the effect of [arson] is still there, it can gain more power."

Before the dealer finished speaking, the Flame Spirit's height skyrocketed, and the roaring flames almost completely engulfed the three of them.

"[Frost Fist]!"

Jenkins quickly threw out the cards, and Miss Miller also threw one aside: "[Short-term Fairness]!"

A golden scale appeared among the elemental life and the fist of frost, and then the scale tipped towards a huge life form that was at least five times the size of the fist.

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As the scales tipped, the originally smaller Frost Fist continued to grow in size, while the Fire Spirit rapidly shrank until they were exactly the same.

There was a muffled sound as the two collided. Ice shards and red flames scattered in all directions, almost completely defeating the already shaky magical barrier.

"Miss Audrey, this time it's up to you."

Jenkins huddled in his chair, hiding from the flames licking the tabletop. If this continues, they will be completely burned to ashes before the next round.

The clothes of the three people have been damaged to varying degrees, but so far only the sleeves have been burned. Women's hair is also flammable, and Miss Audrey has already tied her long hair up.

"Alexia, can yours still be used?"

Miss Audrey asked softly while looking at the cards.

"Can."

She nodded, then looked at Jenkins, who immediately raised his hand - and then retracted it, because the magical barrier above his head had dropped to a dangerous height, "Promise the sage, I promise not to leak this conspiracy." anything you see in the environment.”

"In the name of the Hermit, so am I."

"Yes, with the honor of the Miller family, so am I."

Both ladies gave the same assurance that such an occasion could only be so.

The counterattack card thrown by Miss Audrey was a silver needle.