Card Apprentice Daily Log

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Location- Reverse Dungeon, Yellow Plain Planet, Freedom Fighter’s Base, Plague Palace

“You guys, I did not think you people would stoop to this level. How is this in accordance with our cause?” Joy berated Henricks and the other figureheads of the Freedom Fight who barged into the basement of her plague palace and began to break into unconscious Wyatt’s grimoire. Then she turned to Baylor knowing his history with Wyatt’s parents, “You too?”

As the only known demigod realm plague doctor Joy was sought by many, both for her medical and assassination prowess. Just her appearance fee was a fortune for many, she was among the top-paid demigods in the card world right below Demigod Windsor. Yet she gave up on all that and joined the Freedom Fighters for next to nothing believing in their cause. She never regretted her decision but today seeing the actions of the Freedom Fighters she was beginning to. 

She knows that just having a great cause would not help them accomplish it, they will need a lot of help in the form of manpower and capital. However, there were many other ways to mass wealth than stealing from a child. Not just any child but the one that chose to sacrifice his life for the Card World and its people. This was not the same as stealing from the government, the royal families, the capital region nobles, sects, etc. 

“He has no say in this,” the demigod in charge of finance suddenly spoke up fearing Joy’s words would motivate Baylor to do something crazy. It wasn’t easy for him to get Baylor and Luna to stay out of this. He did not want Joy to excite these two again.

The demigod in charge of finance did not stop there he continued to say, “If we do not do this we will not be able to pay your sky-high fee and besides the boy is in a coma, all that money will be lost once he dies. So do not think of this as stealing but helping him put the money to a better use.”

“My sky-high fees? You know better than anyone that I am only charging for the resources I need to use my healing skills. If I were to start charging you with my service fee, I don’t think you guys can afford it,” Joy was pissed listening to the demigod in charge of the finances complain about the price of her healing skill. 

At first, when Joy joined the Freedom Fighters, she used her personal wealth to help treat the members of the Freedom Fighters as the world was not aware of her involvement with the Freedom Fighters so she made up for the losses taking on more work. 

However, once her involvement with the Freedom Fighters was revealed she started to charge for the resources needed to use her healing skill and sometimes when they could not afford to pay her she would use the wealth she had saved up to help treat the members. 

Hearing these ungrateful words she doubted if it was worth it. She gave up on everything she built with her hard work and did her best for the Freedom Fighters and their cause only to hear such words. Yes, she was starting to wonder if Demigod Windsor’s choice was the right one and she chose poorly in a moment of excitement. 

“Apologize,” Henricks glared at the demigod in charge of the finances and ordered him to apologize to Joy. Everybody in the basement was aware that if not for Joy and her sacrifices for the Freedom Fighters, the Freedom Fighters would never have been able to survive to make a comeback by stealing the only known source of Silver Milk.

Demigod in charge of finance clenched his fist in humiliation, as in the basement it wasn’t just the figureheads of the Freedom Fighters present but also the other injured members of the Freedom Fighters receiving treatment. Still, seeing the look in Henricks’s eyes he swallowed the shame and rage he felt and apologized to Joy, “I was wrong Plague Doctor Joy.” 

With that, the basement had once again fallen into awkward silence while the demigod in charge of finances received a text from Henricks, 

[Ned, why? why do you do this? Why do you always have to be the bad guy? Over the years we have managed to gather great minds with kind hearts, together we could have thought of something else.]

ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm To which the demigod in charge of finances, Ned, replied, 

[I rather they blame me for all the bad things than they starve to death unable to make the difficult choices because of their righteousness. Henricks, these people have joined our cause, so it is our responsibility to take care of them.]

Nobody in the basement even had a hint of the exchange between Ned and Henricks. Except for Henricks none of them knew Ned’s true role in the Freedom Fighters. If Henricks was the face of the Freedom Fighters then Ned was the shadow of the Freedom Fighters. As for his role as the in charge of the Freedom Fighters’ finances, it helped him keep track of all the members of the Freedom Fighters, from the common members to the top brass, he could track all their activities based on their financial statements. 

Ned was well aware that all the people gathered here were not a hundred percent okay with breaking into Wyatt’s grimoire for his wealth and the VR universe. If not for the urgent financial troubles the Freedom Fighters were facing, more than half of them would stop the rest from attempting something so morally compromising. 

As for people like Joy, they would rather suffer than participate in something morally compromising. But the Freedom Fighters could not afford such a mentality at this point, as too many lives were depending on them. Their cause was no longer a popular dream but a revolution fueled by countless lives. For their sake, someone had to make the difficult choice. 

This was where Ned, as the shadow of Freedom Fighters shone. He proposed the difficult choices, put them into action, and got the necessary results to keep them alive. He took all the blame but shared the glory and fruits with all. 

“Damn it!”

“What happened?” 

“I failed. Breaking into this kid’s grimoire is proving to be impossible.”