My Magical Card Tavern

[Field Card: Hearthfire]

[Quality: unknown]

[Description: The flames burning inside the furnace transform into wings of transcendence]

[Effect 1: When a life enters the tavern, all negative status effects are removed, and injuries are slowly healed. The healing intensity depends on the tavern owner's power.]

[Second effect: When life receives the blessing of the hearth fire, one's own destiny will also be transformed into firewood that transcends, becoming an aid in the hands of the tavern owner.]

[Note: The secrets hidden in the furnace fire are revealed in the prosperity of Pangu; the final chapter of destiny will burn away tragedy and suffering, igniting the transcendence of life.]

Sure enough!

Now that Gianna has confirmed the location of the tavern's cards, she has also confirmed the biggest source of cards.

The first effect of Hearthfire needs no introduction; it's an ultimate, conceptual mechanic combined with certain numerical values.

The second effect is related to your card pack.

Every time the tavern receives a new guest, that guest becomes a card, a power in Ginnell's hands.

After a moment of contemplation, Gianna took out a stack of cards from the card box and tossed them out gently.

A warm white light flickered, and one by one, expressionless figures stood in the tavern, each wielding a unique weapon or staff.

Ginnell looked strange.

In a sense, could this move be considered a summoner's move?

Although the summoned creatures aren't true intelligent beings, the mercenary and servant-type cards seem to be able to fool them.

In the heat of battle, with a wave of his hand, a holy light choir on the left cast a buff, a team of mages on the right conjured a large-scale team-level spell, and the warrior squad in front of him launched a group charge.

This kind of scene is also what summoners who rely on the Legion strategy, or the group-fight approach, excel at.

Now that some of the tavern's characteristics have been determined, Gianna is particularly interested in that conceptual-level mechanism.

The meaning behind the words "remove all negative statuses" is truly supermodel-like.

So let's work backwards.

Putting aside Luke, a heroic spirit totem, there was the strange, damp, old man smell emanating from Silver Star, and even Zhongdeng, whom he had forcibly dragged into the tavern.

What's wrong with them?

"How interesting, the mysteries are visible to the naked eye, and the undercurrents are surging beneath."

It would be a lie to say that Genelec wasn't curious about what it was.

But what if someone suddenly appeared now and sent Ginell to explore the secrets behind Silver Star and Middleden?

Ginnell promised to send that person as far away as possible, and if that didn't work, he'd just unleash a massive fireball attack.

Even with all the numerical values ​​and mechanisms he has now, his actual ability hasn't reached that level yet. If he overestimates himself, he'll only end up giving up.

Ginnell placed the card case on the table and quietly watched the golden ripples inside the core gem slowly rise.

Based on the experience gained last time, there should be a new record for the Fate Generator this time as well.

Sure enough, before the second half of the show even started, a series of subtitles lit up on the card box.

[Fate Generator Log Update]

The tavern owner discovered another type of card and, by expanding his thinking, found the tavern's core cards.

He knew he couldn't fully unravel the mysteries of the Heart of the Furnace yet, but that didn't stop him from using its power to do certain things.

[A gathering of monks, youthful smiles, tinged with anxieties about the future, but even more so with anticipation and hope—a youth and future so vibrant that even the holy light would be moved.]

[I wonder, when the mages and mage apprentices in that card gather together again, how many will still be able to smile, and how many familiar faces will still be sitting at the table.]

Ginnell paused, only to see a strange black power suddenly appear beside the card box, slowly condensing into the shape of a card.

New field-based cards?

Ginnell used his own power to confirm repeatedly until he was completely certain that the card, whose color looked a little off, could not harm him, before he picked it up and examined it closely.

[Two-Star Magic Card: Funeral at the Banquet]

[Quality: Rare]

[Description: Cast a spell that curses up to three enemy units, breaking down their mental defenses and causing status disruption.]

In layman's terms, this is a cursed card that can reduce the enemy's magic resistance and cause confusion in the enemy's status, making it impossible for them to attack or defend effectively.

While it's a bit of a shame that you can only cast curses on a maximum of three enemies, the powerful effect more than makes up for the limited number of targets.

Ginnell looked at the card's image and frowned deeply.

On the card, the splendor and beauty of the walls and ceiling are gone, replaced by ruins amidst smoke and blood.

The golden candlesticks that once sat on the long table had turned into a handful of burning ashes, emitting only a few scattered embers.

Fresh, vibrant fruit turned into moldy pus, and exquisite, delicious pastries became stained with mold and crawled with maggots.

The once bustling long table was now occupied by only two or three scattered individuals, their figures completely concealed by cloaks, no longer displaying the cheerful demeanor of those who showed half their smiling faces.

Even the beer glasses in front of them spilled onto the long table, and what flowed from them was not a beautiful golden and silver drink, but a dark and sinister power.

The few scattered monks appeared in this place not to enjoy the mold and maggots, but as if they were reminiscing about something in this completely changed place.

It could be a person, an object, or a combination of many other elements; it could be a precious moment in time.

Gianna's eyes couldn't help but look towards the far end of the picture.

According to the logic of that venue card, he was the one sitting at the head of the long table.

And what will he become on this funeral card?

At the far end of the scene, at the head of the long table, a radiant light still sits.

But at this moment, the light at the end became somewhat shaky, looking as if it were wrapped in a layer of misty gray silk.

To put it as normally as possible, it's like a heartbroken person wrapping themselves tightly in a blanket or coat.

To outsiders, the only thing the heartbroken person can see is their expressionless face and the deep sorrow hidden in their eyes.

Ginnell couldn't resist taking the card and walking outside. He stayed in the Dark Forest for a few minutes before returning.

The cards remain unchanged, and Hearthstone continues to have an effect.

In that case, the meaning is quite obvious.

This is indeed a genuine card, an authentic card recognized by the tavern and card boxes, not a work created by some evil god to cause trouble.

From gatherings of monks to funerals of monks.