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Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize

Daniel was a Game Designer who live an ordinary life. He was killed on a day when it should be the happiest day of his life as he was so close to publishing his card game. Lured to his death by his girlfriend. He become a sacrifice of some kind of ritual and died. He then got resurrected for an unknown reason along with getting the power to actualize all of the cards in his card game to the real world. Whether it was the spell, Artifact, or even a powerful creature! All can be actualized! Are you a mage and a genius Artificer? I have a Forbidden Tome of Artificing of the lost civilization. Are you interested? If so, become my pupil then! Are you a Vampire lord and the head of the most powerful vampire clan in the modern world? Now, where I kept that Legendary Vlad Dracula-The First Ancestor of The Vampire card? The holy warrior from the Vatican knocking on my door? How about meeting my bodyguard? Michaela-Defender of The Faith. (Female version of Michael) Did someone just summon an all-powerful Demon and sent it to kill me? They even sacrifice thousands of mage souls and many priceless treasures to do that. Let's test my common spell card. The almighty [Unsummon] spell! Good luck in summoning that thing again! With this power, Daniel will take his revenge on whoever did this to him and create his own empire. His magic civilization!

RavenClaw471 · Urban
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The Advantage of Modern Spell

— Third Person POV —

"Hahahahah! Goodbye, sucker!" Leviathan laughed maniacally as a fiery flare burst out of his host body, General Moore. The body then slumped down to the metal floor.

Daniel looked at Michaela as if asking, "Is this guy for real?" He seemed more like a neighborhood dude who often got high on green herbs.

He never thought Leviathan would be this giddy over just one Chromatic Philosopher's Stone. Yes, he knew that both Mammon and Satan liked them very much, but he never thought that a Hell Lord like Leviathan would be this overjoyed with something Daniel could easily synthesize out of thin air.

Michaela shrugged and smiled wryly. She wasn't a Hell Lord, nor did she know them well enough to judge.