Chapter 2231 Red Alps

Chapter 2231 Red Alps

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Location- Lil Red Strom Realm, Unspecified

Even for Henricks, an elite card demigod with a powerful inter-realm teleportation origin card, exploring the Myriad Realms without a specific destination or coordinates was perilous. Despite his deep-seated dream of traversing these realms, Henricks dared not use his origin card to fulfill it, instead sticking to realms connected to the Card World through gate dungeons.

The only reason Henricks discovered the "Lil Red Storm" realm was due to his late master, a Master of Card World whom he had killed. His master shared Henricks' dream of exploring the myriad realms, a passion that had seeded this dream within him and ultimately blossomed into his origin card.

Having experienced his master willing to turn him into a mindless slave to monopolize his origin card, Henricks who had to kill his Master kept his origin card a secret from everyone so other masters would not covet his origin card. Though tragic this ultimately resulting in his discovery of the 'Lil Red Storm' realm.

Also, This secrecy allowed him to seamlessly maintain two identities: the central government's corrupt Field Marshal and the mysterious leader of the revolutionary organization Freedom Fighters. Henricks carefully juggled these identities but slipped during a heated battle at the Way Beyond and ended up using his origin card's ability to save Field Marshal Heatsend instinctively. While this helped him gain her favor, it also led to unnecessary complications in his life.

However, it all seemed worthwhile when it all came together to help him steal the D-rank Silver Gate Dungeon from the Southern Region. Now, though, he regretted his actions, as the Freedom Fighters were neither strong nor prepared to handle the consequences of gaining the all world leaders' attention.

Regardless, the only reason he learned about the 'Lil Red Storm' realm was through a series of unfortunate events that he managed to overcome. Asking him to find another similar realm would be akin to asking him to commit suicide, as teleporting without proper coordinates was equivalent to self-destruction. While he didn't want to burn bridges with Wyatt, he would be left with no choice if the situation were to force him.

Therefore, even at the risk of offending Wyatt, he spoke the truth, making it clear that the 'Lil Red Storm' realm was all he could offer. Beyond that, finding another realm that met his requirements was beyond his abilities. He would rather remain a prisoner than use his origin card to aimlessly explore the myriad realms in search of a suitable realm.

"Red Alps? I don't recall any realm with such a name. I name the realms I visit myself for my convenience, since it's difficult for me to interact with natives to learn the true name of their realm. I might have been there. Can you tell me something else about that realm? It might help me remember."

Unlike the demon codex, Henricks' origin card did not come with a universal translator skill along with its inter-realm teleportation skill. So, Wyatt could relate to Henricks' experience of entering an alien planet and not being able to talk to the natives due to the language barrier. Although higher-level beings could communicate mentally, they would also covet Henricks to learn his secrets. Hence, Henricks stuck to what he knew and could handle.

"Red Alps has many mountain ranges covered in red snow. It is inhabited by red-skinned dwarves with feet that are too big for their body size; they are known as RedFoot in the myriad realms," Wyatt narrated everything distinctive he could think of about the Red Alps realm.

"Ah, I remember now. I have been to that realm; I call it the 'Blood Snow' realm," Henricks exclaimed, but soon he frowned and warned, "If you have any idea of going to that realm, forget it. That realm was invaded by dark races and has successfully been occupied by them. The demons have enslaved all the natives and are using them to mine its resources. Within a few years, there will be nothing left in that realm but mountains of corpses, unless the Dark Races occupying that realm plan to destroy it to tie up loose ends."

Listening to Henricks, both Wyatt and Field Marshal Heatsend's faces turned sullen. They felt bad not only because of the RedFoot tribe's fall but also because they understood the dire consequences of failing to protect Card World in the upcoming demon invasion.

The RedFoot, once a proud and resilient people, had been reduced to mere slaves, their lives devoid of meaning or purpose. Their homeland, once a vibrant and thriving ecosystem, had been ravaged by the dark races, its natural beauty replaced by desolate wastelands. The thought of what might happen to Card World if the demons were to succeed in their invasion was a terrifying prospect.

Henricks' warning served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the familiar realms. It was a sobering realization for Wyatt and Field Marshal Heatsend, who were still hadn't started any preparation for the up coming demon invasion. They knew that they had to do everything in their power to prevent the demons from gaining a foothold in Card World. The fate of not only their own realm but also the countless others in it depended on them.

"Give me that realm's coordinates," Wyatt requested Henricks, planning to visit it after he finished his business in Lil Red Storm realm. He wanted to find the young RedFoot he had encountered in the inter-realm city to learn and understand the downfall of the RedFoot tribe in their own realm.

Wyatt planned to understand the various strategies the demons had at their disposal to take over a realm. After all, taking over a realm was more than just a matter of strength. His victory over the Viltronian on Earth and the ancient Card apprentices' victory over the dark races in the first demon invasion were proof of this.

He was worried that the "Seven Princes of Hell" might choose to recruit outside help if their invasion of Card World were to go south. Wyatt's plan here was simple: he needed to prepare for every possible situation, regardless of how improbable it was, because fate of billions of lives depended on it.