There’s Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!

Chapter 64: Dekan's Ultimate Torment

If Flatta were to summon creatures, he'd end up killing himself.

He wanted to counter Dekan, but he couldn't.

He couldn't even land a hit, and he had to endure the mockery from "Captain Durrkan."

Flatta felt himself gradually losing his sanity.

He didn't know if it was because of his burning anger or being afflicted by confusion.

Dekan had yet to display any proactive aggression.

But all of his cards had caused Flatta the maximum possible damage at minimal cost.

For the first time in his life, Flatta felt an impulse to switch to a melee profession.

He just wanted to cut down Dekan!

Who puts nothing but traps in their deck?!

Setting aside victory or defeat, was this purely to trigger one’s opponent?

Is this something creatures in this world are capable of doing?

"Huff, huff."

Just as Flatta was gasping for breath, struggling to breathe due to his anger and the confused status that made it difficult to accurately target his attacks...

Dekan had already started running.

He didn't care about his image anymore and was trying to create as much distance as possible between him and Flatta.

Dekan's running speed was extremely fast, making people wonder if he was a tier 2 assassin.

It was evident that, although Dekan lacked the qualifications of a warrior, he must have trained in sprinting diligently.

Running away was not only not shameful but also particularly useful.

The farther the distance, the more time Dekan had to react and summon "Captain Durrkan" to divert Flatta's attacks.

"Dekan!!! Have you no fucking shame?! Are you really here for a duel?!" Flatta roared, his eyes bloodshot and his lips trembling.

He had no choice but to chase after Dekan to shorten the distance.

But he felt as if he had consumed counterfeit alcohol; his sense of direction was completely disoriented.

As a ranged mage, it was the first time he had to chase after an opponent!

Flatta also didn't dare to use purification recklessly to remove the confusion status.

His mana was already quite tight, and he feared that if he used purification, Dekan would immediately afflict him with an even more disgusting status!

After a few seconds, Flatta finally escaped from the confusion.

"Watch me turn you into a hedgehog!"

This time, he was prepared to use a tier 5 wide-range ice spike magic to attack Dekan.

Even if Dekan still had "Captain Durrkan," Flatta could wipe out both the summon and the summoner together!

"Hehe."

Dekan seemed to have guessed what spell Flatta was going to use. He precisely threw a flying card, tossing "Captain Durrkan" in front of Flatta.

Instantly, a familiar puppet appeared before Flatta.

"Captain Durrkan: 'Come get me, why don’t you try hitting me!'"

Flatta's attack target was forcibly redirected once again!

And if he continued to release this area-of-effect magic, not only would he miss Dekan, but he would also harm himself!

He had no choice but to forcibly interrupt the spellcasting.

Forcibly interrupting a spell still consumed mana and caused damage to both the caster and the card depending on how urgently it was stopped.

Flatta was once again afflicted by "Captain Durrkan," and he could only watch as Dekan ran farther away.

"Ahhhh! You damn animal! Have you no decency! You've been playing vicious cards your whole life! Damn it! Fuck! Dekan!!!"

Was it possible to kite a mage?

Flatta had finally reached his limit.

He had to find an opportunity to take down Dekan!

Even if summoned creatures were defeated and their cards successfully retrieved, there was still a cooldown period during which they couldn't be summoned again.

And summoning them again in a short amount of time would also consume a significant amount of mana.

Flatta wasn't sure how many "Captain Durrkan" cards Dekan had brought.

All he knew was that if things continued like this, he would be drained of mana by Dekan!

So, while Dekan was focused on running away without looking back, Flatta immediately used purification magic.

He intended to deliver a deadly blow to Dekan while his back was turned!

However, Dekan had already summoned a third "Captain Durrkan."

Dekan was running while tightly holding "Captain Durrkan" and forcefully threw it to the side.

He seemed to have anticipated that Flatta would not resist using purification and then attempting a sneak attack.

So, he prematurely revealed his last "Captain Deurrkan."

Flatta was once again taunted and fell into confusion.

"When will this fucking end?!"

Flatta shouted in despair.

His voice was hoarse and even a bit cracked.

Clearly, he was far stronger than Dekan, but from the beginning of the duel until now, he hadn't inflicted any substantial damage on Dekan!

Instead, he was quickly having his mana drained by Dekan!

It was all traps!

He had a feeling of being played as if he were a simpleton.

Even if he won, he would probably dream of nothing but "Captain Durrkan" all night!

"Dekan, I'll fucking kill you!!!" Flatta had completely dropped his aristocratic demeanor and was cursing Dekan without restraint.

He could hardly summon a tier 5 spell anymore, and Dekan's "Ice Block" cooldown had ended, ready to dodge another wave of damage.

Moreover, Dekan's Crown of Suffering’s life-saving invulnerability hadn't been triggered yet.

Only Flatta was repeatedly drained while Dekan had not suffered any damage at all!

Dekan was also using low-tier cards, which consumed much less mana compared to Flatta!

Plus, mana capacity was closely related to the Spirit attribute, and Dekan had the most abundant mana.

Continuing like this, Flatta's mana would run out, and Dekan would counterattack!

Flatta gradually calmed down.

He needed to change his tactics.

He couldn't keep trying to one-shot Dekan with tier 5 spells.

Even though the attack-type spell cards he carried were all tier 5, it didn't mean he couldn't use lower-tier spells.

Because he was a mage, he had mastered many lower-tier spells. But, just like how Cornelia possessed powerful combat abilities without relying on magic cards, Flatta was the same.

His inherent combat abilities were not weak; he was a tier 5 mage!

He specialized in fire-type spells, so he mostly relied on spell cards to complement other types of spells.

If it came down to an attrition battle, he could kill Dekan slowly with fireballs!

"Flames of the fiery spirits that dance in the blazing fire, lend me your anger..."

Just as Flatta was chanting the incantation.

The chanting abruptly stopped.

Flatta: "?"

Dekan: "Hmph! Trying to cast a spell? Dream on!"

Dekan had just used a spell card to interrupt Flatta's incantation.

Flatta was furious, but he didn't panic.

A tier 3 Dekan couldn't silence Flatta for too long.

However.

Five seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed.

Twenty seconds passed.

Flatta realized that he still couldn't make a sound.

Even Dekan stopped running and stood in the distance, watching Flatta like one would watch a monkey.

"???"

Why was he silenced for so long?

At this moment, Flatta finally understood the severity of the situation.

"Wuwuwu!"

Flatta wanted to roar and interrogate Dekan, but he could only produce whimpering sounds.

The problem lay in the strange spell card Dekan had just used!

[Your Granddaddy’s Gag]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Rarity: Purple Rare]

[Tier: 2]

[Effect: Silences a single target.]

[Note: Requires a fan base of over 99,999 to speak.]

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