Adam hadn’t lied.
And that made this so much worse.
“What the hell kind of marriage proposal involves light missiles?” I muttered, half-hysterical, half-desperate for someone to tell me this was all a massive hallucination.
“ Hey, can I get one of those blueprints and some of whatever you are eating? That would be nice.” I decided the quickest way to end the madness is not to partake. I sat down in a meditative position and cleared my head. The voices of Derrick’s presentation. Luke’s denunciation of the marriage and Adam's laugh disappeared.
It helped; my inner thoughts became clearer. My class world with cards and all cards support spirits, so what other cards could I create? “ Ember is an evolved fire spirit with a curious personality. I haven’t seen a wind spirit yet. But I have seen a wind card.
[Name: Blessing of the Wind]
[Type: Spell]
[Summoning Cost: 1 Mana]
[Activation Cost: 1 Energy]
[Effect:] For 3 turns, shroud yourself in a Wind Spirit Cloak, enhancing agility, reflexes, and stealth.
- Wind Spirit Cloak:
- Speed Surge: Movement speed increases drastically, allowing for rapid repositioning and near-instantaneous bursts of motion.
- Reflex Amplification: Heightened reaction time, enabling sharper dodges and more precise counterattacks.
- Phantom Veil: Generates a subtle distortion in the air, making movements harder to track. The faster the user moves, the more difficult they are to perceive.
So a wind spirit would probably be similar, maybe with the addition of flight. So a wind spirit would be fast, agile, and probably have a number of ways to use wind defensively or offensively. So a smaller creature, light boned for faster speed, small, with as many edges as possible to be made into wind blades.
So, a fast and small light creature with multiple contact points. I guess it might be a perk of my class, but I can see my ideas forming in real time. Multiple images formed the first one I could see it, raw and crackling in the empty black of my closed eyes: a small, bird thing, it’s body almost streamlined, but elegant. Its body was lean and composed of silver feathers, no wasted mass, its wings like razor-thin scythes made of compressed metal and mana.
At the end of its limbs, its talons were shaped for grabbing weather harsh wind or fighting prey head little consequences. I could feel the mana blueprint asking for more—details, details, details, like a starving beast gnawing at my soul.
So I gave it more.
Thin, flexible bones reinforced with mana strands, almost like spider silk for shock absorption. A semi-transparent membrane across its wings to catch microcurrents and adjust its positioning mid-flight without needing to even flap. No dead weight. No hesitation. Every molecule of its body was engineered for absolute motion.
And underneath all of that, a core—a faint glowing seed tucked into its chest. A Windheart, I thought, calling it instinctively. A condensed mana nucleus built for constant regeneration of its energy over time. Enough so that it could maintain flight indefinitely if it paced itself right.
A name drifted up from the depths of my soul, summoned by the act of creation itself:
[Zephyrix, Blade of Tempest Winds]
Type: Spirit Summon
Summoning Cost: 2 Mana
Activation Cost: 1 Energy per Turn
Effect: Summon Zephyrix, a Wind Spirit born from sharpened gales and untamed skies.
Description:
A manifestation of the wind's pure ferocity and grace, Zephyrix is a sleek, silver-feathered entity, every inch of its body sculpted for predatory flight. Razor-thin wings cut the air with a surgeon’s precision, leaving shimmering distortions in its wake.
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Perfect, another idea invades my head, wiping out other thoughts.
Wyvern of the sky Velyrith
Its body is sleek but vicious, covered in rough, dark silver scales that taper into jagged edges along its limbs and spine. Thin, membrane-like wings stretch wide, connected to lean, power-packed muscles built for explosive speed and brutal maneuverability. Its talons curve wickedly, designed not just for grabbing but for ripping, tearing, obliterating.
Its head is narrow, with serrated teeth peeking from its hooked jaws — a skyborne predator that never knew the meaning of mercy. Small ridges of hardened mana-plate armor line its joints and chest, giving it natural resilience without sacrificing speed.
“System Prompt
Blueprint absorbed while mediation is active new skill is created.
Deckmaster’s Asylum: When in deep meditation user is transported into the deckmaster's asylum. While in this state, the user recovers quicker, and physical damage taken is reduced. Skill: Deckmaster’s Asylum
(Active/Passive Hybrid Skill)
- Personal Domain: Create a semi-permanent space tied to your soul.
- Card Sanctuary: Cards summoned inside the Asylum are free from system regulation and can evolve based on user input and environmental influence.
- Mind-Linked Blueprinting: New cards and blueprints can be designed, tested, and partially stabilized inside the Asylum without material cost.
- Reality Imprint: Successful creations leave a mark on your soul, granting permanent passive bonuses — or permanent penalties if failures are forced.
- Isolation Limit: Extended time inside the Asylum can cause mental strain and soul fatigue. Balance is required.”
Hearing the alert Opening my eyes, I was met with a blue and, purple room. The walls look like a lighter shade of Derrick’s blueprint. “ On the wall were two blueprints, and the room was covered in materials and work stations.
My legs moved before my brain even registered them moving. To get a closer look at another blueprint.
[Name: Field Card — Illusionary Skeleton Prison]
Type: Field Spell
Summoning Cost: Variable (Depends on range of the summoning)
Activation cost:2
Effect: Transmutes battlefield remains into a shifting illusion-prison of bone and shadow. For every 10 mana extends the range by 2 meters. Enemies in the field will be haunted by illusions. Summons one tier 1 skeleton that haunts enemies.
Description: An illusory field that haunts
The one idea I didn't see flourish was also there in its full glory.
[Name: Velyrix, Talon of the Ancient Skies]
Type: Spirit Summon
Summoning Cost: 4 Mana
Activation Cost: 2 Energy
Effect: Summon Velyrix, a hybrid spirit of raptor cunning and draconic ferocity. Can fly has a attack of 15 and a defense of 8. Its attack increases the faster it moves. Then creates a whirlwind to destroy one card.
Description:
Velyrix is a spirit of forgotten epochs, when the skies belonged to clawed monsters rather than delicate songbirds. Small but dense with coiled power, its body is the perfect blend of reptilian resilience and avian agility. Its broad wings — half leathery membrane, half serrated mana strands — can snap shut like a guillotine or whip up localized whirlwinds.
The sight of those two blueprints—Zephyrix, Blade of Tempest Winds and Velyrix, Talon of the Ancient Skies—felt like standing at the edge of a brand-new world. My fingertips itched, practically humming with need to do something, to create, to bring them to life.
“ Hey, you stole my blueprint.” A hand landed on my shoulder. While someone screamed indignantly.
“ Derrick, why are you?” I looked at the indigent blonde man, his amber eyes glowed with rage.
“ I only had three. I let you borrow one when you fell asleep, it vanished. Now I’m down to two blueprints, my presentation is ruined, and now I’m apparently getting married to Adam. “ Derrick fell to his knees crying. His whails echoed through the room, and I’m hard pressed to find any words to comfort him.
I knelt down awkwardly next to him, not sure if I should pat his back or just sit there and let him mourn the death of his dignity. Derrick's sobs were raw, ugly things, loud enough that they bounced off the purple-and-blue walls of the Deckmaster’s Asylum like ricocheting bullets. I almost flinched at the sheer heartbreak in his voice.
“Derrick… man, I didn’t steal your blueprint,” I said, my words coming out rough and defensive even though guilt twisted a knot in my gut. “I think—no, I know—know-this room absorbed it. “ That is what the system said right the blueprint and my mediation skill fused to create this room.
He wailed louder, like I'd just stabbed him with a rusty fork.
“And you!” he pointed a trembling finger at me, eyes blazing like tiny suns. “You’re over there hiding in place safe from the world’s troubles and stealing while I’m losing blueprints and about to be forcefully married to the biggest jerk to ever walk this side of the planet!”
The dramatic pause he inserted there was honestly impressive. I respected it.
I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. My heart was still pounding from the earlier madness — Jacob’s lie detection, Adam’s chaotic proposal, the rush of blueprint creation — but now it all felt muted, weighed down under the enormity of Derrick's misery.
“Look,” I said, trying to sound more mature than I felt. “I’ll help you rebuild the blueprints. I’ll get Adam off your back and get you a life supply of snacks so just cheer up a bit will ya.