[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

7: Child of the Wind 07

This was too much of a coincidence. One second, he wanted to be stronger. The next second, he actually pulled an A-rank daily disposable persona card?

Zong Yan was stunned.

This was the first time he'd directly drawn an A-rank card.

Needless to say, Zong Yan was excruciatingly aware of how low the odds of drawing this card were.

His superpower was closely bound to the San value. For example, every time he drew a card, it would consume a certain amount of San points.

Using a daily disposable persona card also consumed San. The difference was that drawing a persona card deducted San only once, while activating a persona card deducted San once per use.

Zong Yan didn't know exactly what San value was. He interpreted it a bit crudely as spiritual power.

His San value wasn't that high, only 40 points.

In the past, when the world around Zong Yan was peaceful, he liked to draw cards every day. Every time he left only a little San value, strolling along the edge of danger.

As for why he left a little, it was because intuition told him he shouldn't let the San value hit zero, otherwise there was a good chance something bad would happen.

The recovery speed of San value wasn't that fast either. Up to now, Zong Yan could recover no more than a dozen points a day, which was equivalent to drawing one card per day if there were no other urgent needs.

Zong Yan had synthesized his only A-rank Child of the Wind card. Just think about it—after drawing cards for so many years, only this one time did he actually get an A-rank card. Even if a blind cat was hunting a dead mouse, it wouldn't be this bad.

To sum up, it was all because the probability of getting a high-level card was so low.

If there was an actual card drawing game with the same odds, the designer would be beaten to death.

So—what was this card?

Zong Yan suppressed his inner excitement as he slowly turned over the card.

Just like the Child of the Wind, the edges of the card shimmered with streamers of light, casting bright colors around the dimly lit room.

The person on the card had long, lifeless gray hair and a high-brimmed hat of the same color. His excess long hair was tied up with a dark green ribbon and draped over his chest.

On his feet were heavy Martin boots. Pale knuckles grasped a black umbrella, and the dark hem of his trench coat seemed to obliterate every source of light, like he walked the border between light and darkness, the embodiment of shadow.

But the most compelling thing wasn't the solid gold pocket watch drawn on the card or the unpredictable smile on the figure's face. What attracted Zong Yan the most was the black crow that rested on his shoulder.

The whole body of the crow was connected to the darkness. Its eyes were scarlet, the same as the man on the card, and a bizarrely pointed mask was attached to the bird's face. It was clearly wearing the famous plague doctor beaked mask used in medieval times.

"A messenger of death..." Zong Yan muttered to himself.

Crows had long been a symbol of uncertainty and doom. They were said to carry death tidings to the unwary.

The card gave off a depressing, morbid feeling. Zong Yan looked at the smile on his own face depicted on the card and felt an inexplicable sense of caution.

The smile looked like it belonged to a villain. He wondered if his personality would become strange when he used this card.

He turned the card over and saw a line of fine print at the bottom.