Novel & Cerita Invincible Cards

That card was unlimited, and only a few people had access to it. How wealthy was she? Shaking my head to scatter the thought, I said, “I will—” The words didn't get the chance to slip out. “I’ll pay for everything.” Zane’s voice cut in, stretching forth a gold card. My breath caught in my throat as I blinked hard, then rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. I knew the Revanchis were rich, but that freaking card? There were only three in the entire country! How had he gotten his hands on one?

Will he force an even more intimate interaction, or will the card target someone else in the room to fuel the fire? What will Julian draw for the "occupied" Sarah Vance?

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

Alexandro got up from the ring floor. His muscular body was still damp with sweat, but his eyes had cleared again. He walked to the bench in the corner of the room, took his wallet from his pants pocket lying there. He took out a black card, not an ordinary credit card. It was dark, heavy, with a foreign bank's name and only one name embossed on it. Alexandro De Luca. "Here," he said, handing me the card. "You can buy whatever you want."

The paper bore the organizers’ seals, with official signatures lined along the bottom. “Only Kai,” Chris said. “The invitation is for him. A base invite, not a qualification card. The organizers saw footage of your past matches, and…” He paused before finishing. “Elena Voss personally recommended you.” There was no surprise on Kai’s face. Instead, a bitter recognition settled there. “Of course. She never forgets.”

But this card… this card was different. “Sir, this is a Phantom Sovereign card. It’s one of the rarest in existence—I had to pull every string just to get my hands on it. I know it’s not enough to repay you, but please… accept it as a gift from me. “With this card, you gain unlimited access to The Obsidian Crest Hotel—the most exclusive and luxurious hotel in all of Vereluxe City. No doors stay closed to its holders. You’ll also have global travel clearance—any time, any place, no questions asked.

“We are supposed to discuss the delta invasion by the masked men, and also make final plans on the voting for the new Master, which currently have votes leading in this order’ I opened the little envelope one of the lords to my right had gracefully slid to my side and the numbers got stuck in my throat. I looked around the table and every eye was focused on me now to share the results, even Grego and Helen had paused in their little chitchat to listen to the scores. ‘Lord Marcos Antonio, leading with eight points. Lord Vicenzo, seven points, and Lord Lucio,’ I looked around the table again, wishing my failure couldn’t be so evidently displayed.

Zade looked shocked and I suddenly felt self conscious. “Of course I haven't. I was not exactly in a situation where I could know things like that.” I muttered under my breath, shifting back a bit, I didn't feel comfortable anymore. Zade's eyes softened, and he leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as if carefully weighing his response, “Elaine… This isn’t just any card. It’s a Centurion card. A black card. You can use it anywhere, auctions, boutiques, you name it. There’s no limit. Well, none that you’d have to worry about.” He paused, his gaze never leaving mine, “You’re free to use it however you need to accomplish what you want. I trust you.”

She quickly took out the only card in my wallet and threw it at the clerk’s face. “Look at this, you idiot!”she snarled. It was an unlimited black card. The back of the card bore a signature in bold, flowing script— Draven Ashcroft. The two clerks froze instantly. Their faces showed shock, quickly replaced by reverence and fear. They held the black card, looking at me in terror. “You... you are...” I sighed, and Veronica proudly declared, “This is Mia! She is Alpha Draven’s one and only mistress!”