Catastrophe Card King

Insane, but purposeful nonetheless.

The trouble would persist if the fourth master of Miller family weren’ t put to rest.

Leonard Churchill was certain that until now, probably no one except Saul Miller himself knew what treasure had emerged from room number 407. Therefore, the only way to reduce this hidden risk to its minimum was to get rid of Saul Miller.

Leonard believed this implicitly.

And then he did it.

He knew his rationality was sealed off by the leader of the Silver Moon Sect.

And then he couldn’t suppress these crazy thoughts any longer.

If rationality had the upper hand, a safer way would be chosen without a doubt.

Leonard himself liked to occasionally pursue excitement to fill the void in his soul.

But at least with a possibility of 20-30%, he would gamble;

Not just throwing all caution to the wind.

Seeing that one percent chance of winning, he dared to bet his life on it.

Achieving the aim became secondary.

What mattered more for him was to pursue that extreme delight of seeking a way out in a desperate situation.

It felt like he had been dreaming for a long time.

That restless emotion had been vented, which subsided and fell into silence.

He did not know how long it had been when he faintly heard a murmuring sound in his ear.

“Ah… why hasn’t Mr. Leonard Churchill woken up…”

“I never realized before, but he’s so sturdy. Uh… and very healthy. But he was way too reckless and nearly died.”

Every muscle in Leonard’s body ached and felt sour like being soaked in acid every time he moved.

He barely managed to open his eyes.

And then he saw the side profile of a little girl with dimples.

Tracy Garcia seemed oblivious to his awakening.

She kept murmuring to herself, diligently applying ointment to Leonard’s body.

She only noticed his open eyes when she started applying ointment to his neck.

Their eyes met, and the girl with the pigtails seemed taken aback. She let out a surprised gasp after a second: “You’re awake?!”

Hearing this light gasp, Leonard’s thoughts gradually became clear as though his soul had returned to him, and the dreamy sense of drifting faded.

Oh, turns out he was still alive.

His thoughts focused like a gaze.

Looking at Tracy, Leonard was slightly surprised, thinking that shouldn’t she have saved him?

He looked around, they were in some shattered building.

The strong smell of the potion entered his nostrils, and Leonard saw the ointment on his own body. He wanted to laugh, but every time he did, his face would cramp in pain: “Hmm. I’msorry for the trouble.”

“It’s okay as long as you’re fine!”

Tracy couldn’t hide the happiness in her large, crystal clear eyes.

It was as if these past few days of worry had accumulated and there were too many things she wanted to say. Annoyed and angry, she said: “But Mr. Leonard Churchill, you were too reckless before! Do you know, you’ve nearly died several times.”

As she said this, she pouted, “That Secret Skill ‘Cellular Activity Boiling’ at least reduced five years of your lifespan. Don’t use it lightly next time. Also, the violent Secret Skill after transformation was very dangerous, so many internal organs and muscles were severely damaged, you were nearly beyond saving…”

Listening to her incessant chatter, Leonard finally managed a smile.

He didn’t really care in his heart.

Five years of life to him was somewhat nebulous, like he had never expected to live to a ripe old age in the first place.

Besides, he didn’t die, enjoyed that extreme delight, and that was already a win.

But as he watched the pigtailed girl grumbling, he somehow found her very adorable.

But as he looked at her pretty face, Leonard’s gaze slid downwards.

Tracy wore an adventurer’s outfit, a V-neck brown short-sleeved shirt on her upper body.

This would normally be common attire.

But because of her voluptuous figure, the clothes were entirely clinging to her skin, accentuating her curves.

She was kneeling by his side applying the ointment, and the first thing that

Leonard saw was her white, voluptuous cleavage.

Her skin was smooth, curves plump and upright.

A pair of rabbits cheekily peeking out.

Whenever she applied the ointment, there would be a slight ripple with every movement of her body, presenting a delightful view.

Normally, Leonard would avoid looking at such things to avoid any misunderstanding.

After all, she was kindly treating him, and his sense of reason would avoid any discourteous behavior.

But now, he couldn’t control himself and didn’t look away.

Tracy seemed to have noticed his gaze and lowered her head, unsure of what to think.

She said nothing more.

But didn’t deliberately move away either.

She quietly continued to apply the ointment.

A gentle breeze wafted in the dilapidated building.

Under the full moon, Leonard took in the beautiful sight.

Because his whole body was covered in wounds-much of his body was bare for the ointment—the sight of it made him feel slightly hot and more awake.

Tracy noticed the bulge in his pants out of the corner of her eye. A hint of red blushed on her face, and she didn’t dare to speak anymore.

She had seen it plenty of times over these past few days as she helped wash the blood off his body, and never felt shy.

But that was when he was unconscious, and now he was awake.

After a moment, Leonard discovered his own abnormality, his eyes narrowed a bit, understanding something in his heart: “It seems like my willpower to control my cravings has decreased a lot…”

Normally, he could easily control such base desires.

He understood the reason.

This was the aftermath of his Mental Power breakdown.

Once the wild beast was released, it was hard to cage it back up.

If before, his rationality would take up 70%, the majority of the time, he could easily suppress his desires.