Novel & Cerita Trickster Spades

"I've got the venue. I'll send you the link. It's a restaurant, 3 stars, so I guess it's pretty good. But it's not exactly fine dining, so I'm gonna go casual--" "You going on a date, Alisa?" Spencer asked with sudden interest. There was a gleam in his eyes that I did not like. "Yes." "You know, I've never met the guy, but I hear he's pretty incredible. Like, as an Adventurer, I mean." I narrowed my eyes at him. Spencer is kind of tricky. Despite his looks, he's a Mage who specialises in earth-based creation magic and he's a Scholar. This means that he is mostly the type to go out on treasure hunts and mapping quests rather than subjugations, so it makes sense he's never encountered Jester.

It was there, amidst the switching sounds of water and the soft glow of bioluminescent organisms, that they stumbled upon a worn deck of cards, tucked away in a forgotten corner. Intrigued by the discovery, they examined the deck with curiosity. Just as they were about to explore its contents, Trent, a seasoned inmate covered in black tattoos that matched his tail and hair, noticed their interest. With graceful movements, he swam towards them, his hands fluidly signing, "Hey, do you know how to play Tridents? I can teach you if you like."

"This won't do! We can't kill this soul-seizing spider king! It is too powerful! There's no chance of victory unless we use our trump cards together!" "The Soul-taking Spider King is too strong. It's definitely not something we can easily contend against! As for using our trump cards together... Haha, why don't you go first!" "That's right! The so-called trump cards are all extraordinary, and they usually involve our own secrets. Since you want us to utilize them, why don't you make the first move?"

"The young lady looks rather respectable. I never expected her to be that kind of person…" "You can't judge a book by its cover." "Her brother isn't even a legal adult yet. How could she?" Each word cut into me like a blade. My whole body shook with rage, and my vision started to go dark. I could endure Chayce misunderstanding me. I could endure his immaturity. I could even endure him taking my sacrifices for granted. But what I couldn't endure was Jill standing in my doorway, twisting the truth and smearing filth all over my name.

Trist said seriously. "Why do you even have to call her crazy?! If you know what she said is true, Trist!" Clement's rebuke intensified. "Because I don't want anyone to get involved in this again!" Trist shouted back. "How can you explain to me that you're planning something?" Clement scolded. His eyes widened as he pointed at the door in front of Trist. "There's nothing I can do, Clement," Trist said shaking head. "If I don't finish this game. Then who's next; you, Fackly or George? I'm the initiator of this game so it should end soon." Trist added gently and understandingly.

[Ongoing update of this TOC] _______ Prologue ToC _______ Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! Update: Completed "I think I got the wrong turn?" Kiera, who only followed the light, was lost in the unknown place. "Welcome players to the Enchantrix Game!" Said the system. "Yep, definitely wrong place..." She shrugged, "Welp, what could make it worse than getting lost after dying?" "The game is... Race of the Sperms! Good luck!"

Tristan. Looking all sorts of mad.

The barrage of comments was sharp and mocking like shards of ice, but I remained unruffled and gazed at Cyril quietly. "Ms. Nichols, please reveal your answer," Robin said politely. I swept my gaze across the scene before revealing slowly, "The three cards are all blanks." The words hung in the air, followed by utter silence. Regina was the first to speak up. She mocked, "Are you serious? Cyril told everyone he'd draw three poker cards at random from a deck. How could they possibly be blanks? Even if you have a death wish, don't drag me into it. What a joke."

I pulled up the screenshot of Susan throwing out her belongings and smirked. “Did you really think that by using witchcraft to make me look insane, you could push me out and take my place as the one and only lady of the family?” I leaned closer and added, “You’re funny. To Alex, you’re nothing more than a tool. Once you lose your worth, you’ll be discarded. “Before I even went back to my family, I had a private investigator dig into everything between you and Alex, every dirty deal and secret right down to that illegitimate child he tried so hard to hide.

Reaper I didn't need to look at the card. I knew the weight of these paper, the slight bend in the corner of the Ace that only a dealer’s hands would recognize. I knew exactly where the death card was hiding. But I watched her hand anyway. Mila’s fingers were trembling. She hesitated for a second before she flipped it. The card hit the wood. Ace of Spades. The single deadliest card in the deck. The Widow-Maker. The silence that slammed into the Pit was absolute.