"Yes." The friend before her temporarily set aside his suspicions and described what had happened to him.
This was something that had happened to him personally.
It had started at a gathering, where he had taken a liking to a peculiar black card. The card was incredibly magical, producing a random unique effect every day. For instance, the day before, it had turned sour things sweet; the next day, it could make its user immensely strong.
He had felt that this black card would be very useful in the future, so he had spent thirty Purple Crystal Coins to buy it. He had never expected that doing so would bring disaster upon himself.
"Because the card already had an owner."
The seller had already bound the card, and that person was extremely powerful. No one could understand why someone like that would attend such a low-end gathering. But without question, that person had used a special ability left within the card to control this buyer.
"To stay alive, I had no choice but to become that man's subordinate. Although he never actively did anything to harm me, the power inside the card keeps draining my vitality. And he always takes me to special gathering places, where everyone is unimaginably powerful. I even suspect there are people above Mithril Rank there. Just listening to them talk makes my head buzz, like my whole body is about to fall into hell."
As he spoke, his mind seemed somewhat dazed.
Listening to this, Miss A9 used Mystic Thread to sense his thoughts. To her surprise, she discovered that in his memories of that mysterious high-end gathering, most people's faces were blurry. They seemed to have used some method to conceal their appearances.
Although the man himself could remember them clearly, A9 could still