Chapter 1549: Chapter 1547: Welcome to the Real World
"Please." The father pointed to the seat of his young son, the young son automatically stepped aside, and Richard sat down without ceremony.
At this moment, someone brought a box containing hundreds of cards and said to Richard, "Choose your cards. You should know the rules, only thirty-six cards can be chosen, no more than two of the same card, and unique quality cards cannot be repeated, only one is allowed."
"Okay." Richard replied, quickly picking out the cards.
Two minutes later, the selection was complete, and the battle with the father began, the pace extremely fast.
"Moonlight Rabbit."
"Starving Wolf."
"Soldier."
"Lord."
"Magic Knight Group."
"Magic Rune Armored Division."
"Nuclear Bomb."
"Pass."
"Fighter."
"Pass."
"Beastman."
"Pass."
"Ah, then... Salt Explosion Technique?"
"Ice Ring, Dragon Language Magic, Self-propelled Artillery, Paratrooper, Triple Shot... Shadow Assassin. Hmm, I’ve finished." Richard "shua" threw out all the remaining cards in his hand.
The father was stunned for a moment, put down the cards in his hand, and said, "Looks like you indeed won."
"Yes." Richard said calmly, then turned his head to ask, "Who else wants to play with me?"
"Me." A red-nosed old man raised his hand, which was not surprising to Richard.
The second round began.
"Thief Gang."
"Lord."
"Shadow Assassin."
"Steel Knight."
"Polar Storm."
"Pass."
"Molten Rock Spell!"
"Pass."
"Dalacos Great Wizard!"
"Pass."
"Moonlight Rabbit."
"Starving Wolf, Dragon Language Magic, Self-propelled Artillery... Magic Rune Armored Division." Richard skillfully threw out all his cards again, looked at the red-nosed old man and said, "I won."
"Alright." The red-nosed old man shrugged helplessly and left his seat, then a blonde woman sat down.
...
Third round, fourth round, fifth round...
Before long, everyone in the tavern was defeated by Richard, and finally the tavern owner couldn’t help but join in himself.
But lost even faster.
"Starving Wolf, Self-propelled Artillery, Magic Rune Armored Division... Lord." Richard threw down the cards, smiled at the tavern owner, and said, "I’ve won again."
"I suppose I’ve passed the test, right?" Richard continued speaking to the tavern owner, "Can I meet the person behind you?"
"Hmm?" The tavern owner put down the cards, somewhat puzzled, "I don’t quite understand what you mean. But... your card skills are so impressive, maybe the city lord wants to meet you."
"How do I meet him?"
"I’ll take you, there’s a carriage outside." The tavern owner said, getting up to walk outside.
Richard followed.
...
Three minutes later, Richard sat in the carriage compartment of a four-wheeled cart.
Outside the carriage, the tavern owner was driving himself, with four horses pulling the carriage, the wheels rolling over thick snow, moving forward along the road.
The carriage was quite simple, with both walls having square windows of about thirty centimeters, without any obstacles. Along the way, snowflakes continuously blew in, landing on Richard’s face and body.
Richard felt that the cold, somewhat relieved upon entering the tavern, suddenly intensified, his heart began to race, trying to increase the heat with faster blood circulation, his bones trembling along, but there was no noticeable effect.
The joints connecting his bones began to freeze, making movement difficult. He couldn’t help but wonder if leaving the tavern was a good choice.
He seemed very likely to freeze to death on the way.
Though he did not believe such freezing to death was real death, it wasn’t a great thing after all.
Frowning deeply, he braced the wall of the carriage, bent over, stood up and braved it to the carriage door, loudly asked the tavern owner driving the carriage, "How much longer until we reach your city lord’s mansion?"
"Very soon!" The tavern owner responded, pointing ahead, "Look, there it is!"
Richard looked over, seeing a rushing river appear in the road ahead.
Before he could react, the tavern owner already drove the carriage into the river.
"Splash!"
Huge splashes erupted, Richard instinctively closed his eyes, the icy river water quickly surged in, the contact with the skin brought an instant sensation of countless knives cutting.
At this moment, his heartbeat frequency reached its highest ever, nearly exploding.
"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"
The sound of blood hitting vessel walls echoed repeatedly in his ears.
Afterward, an extremely piercing sound intruded, almost penetrating the eardrum.
That sound repeatedly said, "Consciousness data transmission complete, body is reviving, revival level sixty-two percent..."
"Consciousness data transmission complete, body is reviving, revival level eighty-five percent..."
"Consciousness data transmission complete, body is reviving, revival level ninety-nine percent..."
"Consciousness data transmission complete, body is reviving, revival successful!"
"Shua!"
Richard opened his eyes.
The icy liquid enveloping his entire body quickly receded, he sat up from a capsule-like transparent container.
Opening the container lid, he jumped out of the container, finding himself in a very small room, the walls all made of metal, with gentle light emanating from the metal surface, illuminating everything in the room.
The entire room was simply furnished, besides the container he came out of, there was a minimalist coat rack, holding a set of clothes identical to those he wore before—a fitted black wizard robe, close-fitting undergarments, pants, and a pair of boots beside them.
Richard moved his eyebrows, hesitated not at all, quickly dressing in the clothes, then opened the room door and went out.
Outside the door was a long metal corridor.
Walking to the end of the corridor, he entered a large room, resembling a laboratory.
Inside the laboratory, a man stood with his back turned, operating something in front of a table.
The man continued his operation for about ten seconds, seemingly sensing something, then stopped and turned to look.
Upon seeing the person, Richard couldn’t help but pause, nearly mistaking the sight for a mirror—because the other person looked identical to him.
Identical eyes, identical nose, identical ears.
Identical face, identical height, identical physique.
His duplicate?
Richard’s eyes shimmered.
Then suddenly realized: yes, a duplicate, but he was not the duplicate, rather he was the duplicate of the other person. At least, the body he currently possessed should have been created based on the other person as a model.
But... it wasn’t so trouble to make a small alteration, right?
Why be so lazy and make it exactly identical?
As Richard thought of this, the other person began to speak, looking entirely unsurprised by Richard’s appearance.
Spreading his arms, he said calmly to Richard, "Welcome to the real world."
