One Card.

In the last couple of days while traveling throughout this farm line situated in between Mountain Rock City and the capital of the Stegon kingdom Irinas, the middle-aged man named Kerin didn't stop making trouble for him.

Everyone Dean speaks, either to answer or share an experience or something similar, Kerin would interfere and shut him down.

Dean felt that something was wrong with this guy, but he paid it no heed since he had countermeasures for worst-case scenarios.

Surprisingly, during their camps and journey to Stegon's capital city, the six-person group met no trouble along the road.

For a moment, Dean almost believed that he was placed in a paradise. But those thoughts were quickly extinguished after he thoroughly ran it in his head.

' This farm line is located between the capital city of the Stegon kingdom and Mountain Rock city; their worth is evident to the Royal Family of Stegon. I bet they are pumping them with a lot of resources and gold.' He mused inwardly.

He then took a look at Kerin situated next to Blank, scrutinizing the man for a second.

Kerin had Black, short hair awkwardly hung over his round, radiant face. Beady brown eyes set sunken within their sockets, his shaved black beard perfectly aligned with his outside appearance, making him look quite handsome for a man of his age.

His black armor gave off a slightly oppressive aura, clearly quite the expensive one.

Dean then took a longer look at Blank.

Unsurprisingly, the woman still had every fiber of her body covered. As a matter of fact, if not for her curved body and big chest, Dean could have never guessed her gender.

" What are you looking at," Blank coldly said as she sent a side look into Dean's way, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

Dean shifted his gaze and looked out of the window again, slightly annoyed by her arrogant and cold tone.

Even though four days had passed since he came to this world, he was still not used to his inferior being.

He used to look down on every human being back on earth; he was a tycoon and his wealth alone would make everyone who met him bow in respect and fear.

Yet, since the moment he came to this world ruled by the strong, he was constantly being looked down on and even schemed against.

Dean hated this feeling but sadly had no way around it for now.

As he thought of that, he dived into his sea of consciousness and checked his current cards.

He yesterday took the time at night when everyone was sleeping and summoned the old man to ask his second question.

His question was rather simple.

Tell me more about the system and especially the cards.

Since the system was related to cards, the old man didn't find his question a double but only took it as a full one.

From what Dean understood after the old man's thirty minutes of talking non-stop.

His system wasn't just there to give him missions and reward him for it; it was way more in-depth than that. For starters, he was told that with each successful mission, the system would be automatically upgraded to the next version, and a new feature would be opened.

Without a doubt, better rewards will also accompany such an upgrade.

Moreover, the gift cards he received before he got reincarnated into this world weren't the only ones he would be obtaining.

He was told that there were a lot of special missions that would start popping up after the first upgrade that would reward him with cards and not just gems.

Dean was obviously glad about that, but he felt the missions given by the system weren't a lot in the first place.

' It was four days since I came to this world, yet the only mission I received was to investigate the reason the wind church sent me to Mountain Rock City.' Dean thought in annoyance.

' Since the system isn't sentient, maybe it gives missions based on the events happening around me? Since I didn't move far from my initial spot when I got reincarnated here, the system was unable to give me any more missions, so I need to be involved in more action?' Dean rubbed his chin.

He found this explanation to be the most logical one, or else the system the old man gave him was no more than a scam.

Subsequently, Dean pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and took a look at his current cards.

Or is it better to say card?

Dean smiled bitterly as he looked at the only card he had left inside his sea of consciousness.

Body of Steel (Passive skill): He who chose this card will never be harmed by any being under the Book of Immortality authority one time every year.

Description: It doesn't matter how weak or powerful someone is; the order of the Book of Immortality itself will terminate one attack the chosen one receives.

' Even though the duration is a whole year, its worth can be so huge if I go around its timing when I'm in the chaos world; this can be a card that saves my life later on.' He discarded the negative thoughts about the card and focused on the positive ones, changing his mood to the best.

As for what happened to the Pain Neutralizer card and Shadow Path Supreme Master one?

Well, Dean asked the old man if he could disable that one, and to his surprise, the old man accepted it; he in fact, had an understanding expression.

It was as if the old man wanted to advise him to do so from the beginning, but an invisible force was keeping him at bay, not giving him the chance to help Dean.

Dean found that quite suspicious but didn't dwell on the matter.

These things were beyond his understanding for now, and he was already glad he could feel pain again; that was currently enough for him.

As for the second card?

Without any surprise, it was gone.

It was just like the Supreme Master had told him, ' There is still 55 seconds before I'm gone'.

He asked the old man about the card since it clearly stated that he could summon it for one minute every day.

Dean was looking forward to the response, but all that he got was a vague answer.

" Something unexpected happened, and the Supreme Master used his remaining life force, perishing in the process after you dismissed him."

To many people, this answer was enough.

To Dean on the other hand, this answer was way too lacking.

It was his card, one of his trump cards that he needed in order to survive in this world that is supposedly dangerous from what he is seeing right now.

From three cards as a gift, Dean was only left with one. It was a useless one at that that had a one-year cooldown.

' Calm down, the last card is useful, it is useful, I'm sure of it.' Dean calmed his chaotic feelings before he started cursing the BOIM.

' Is it really useful?' He bitterly smiled as he pulled himself back to the real world.

It was almost night, and the rain had been going at it non-stop for the past few minutes. He deduced that they would soon stop the carriage and take shelter somewhere; the two horses pulling it could not take this much work without getting sick or tired in the process, after all.

Dean then couldn't help but look at diver Blank; his expression was emotionless and cold on the outside, but inwardly, he wasn't sure.

' They almost killed me saying that my family stole precious cards and gave them to me, but why can't I find any cards in the original body's memories? Something is really wrong about this situation. And what happened to 'my' family.'

The image of Roy's figure flashed in his mind for a second, and his eyes narrowed to a terrifying degree as he had a dangerous thought.

' Maybe that's what happened?'