All-out Tower Defense: My Card-Drawing Talent is a Bit Strange

Even though 300 years of societal norms had dulled her emotions somewhat, for her own sake and for the sake of her sisters, she had to shoulder the responsibilities of a high-level powerhouse. Humans are creatures that enjoy flattery, and this lord before her was no exception. She had only seen people learn to flatter and fawn over others in those ancient texts.

"Master?" Yang Fei savored the slightly awkward way the elf addressed him and couldn't help but find it amusing. To be honest, it was quite pleasing to have such a beautiful elf girl call him master, but the awkward tone was clearly insincere.

Name: Villanelle

Race: Forest Elf, Demi-human

Realm: Mortal (Minor injuries, malnutrition, broken heart of a strongman; can advance to the fourth level of martial artist after recovery; specific growth potential unknown)

Age: 331 years old

Loyalty: 60%. Their respect for you stems more from a sense of helplessness; they want to survive and lead their fellow tribeswomen to survive as well.

Identity: Citizen

Skills: Archery proficiency, shooting master, jungle survival expert

Description: From an unknown magical civilization... sold off cheaply to a merchant from the Shattered Wilderness Empire.

"I have no instructions for you. Just recover from your injuries as soon as possible." Looking at these elves who had become his subjects, Yang Fei sighed. It seemed that everything he had done before was wishful thinking.

Even after these elves were transformed into subjects, they still only had a 60% base favorability rating. Their opinion of him was not changed by his generosity, nor by the food and medicine he provided.

Moreover, the elf in front of them, who is comparable to a fourth-tier martial artist, only wants to survive and live with these elf sisters. She has no intention of becoming stronger and then seeking revenge, which makes things a bit difficult.

I didn't buy these elves just for their looks; they were there to genuinely help me bolster my ground forces. In fact, they would be extremely important for my future counterattack on Qianwu Star and for acquiring that planet as another base. But now they don't want to become stronger; they just want to survive. It's somewhat contrary to my original intentions.

"Is the heart of a strongman broken?" Looking at Vera Nair's introduction, Yang Fei felt a bit overwhelmed. He could make everyone stronger, but how to make someone regain the heart of a strongman, or rather, the determination to become stronger, was a much more difficult task.

"Get ready and come with me." Looking at these down-on-their-luck elves, Yang Fei couldn't see the arrogance of the elves from the stories on their faces, only a blank, numb emptiness. He shook his head helplessly, knowing that it would take some time for him to help them regain their strength.

This is not something that can be resolved overnight. For now, we can only proceed with the plan to temporarily take them to the hills in the northern part of the Sky Island, let them settle down, and heal their injuries.

Then I'll popularize the new cultivation system of "True Qi Technique" among them and try to instill in them the heart of a strong person. I really don't have time to think about these things right now.

Escorted by dozens of lesser demons, Yang Fei brought this group of wounded elves to the foot of the newly built hill, instructing them to settle down on the mountain temporarily before receiving his specific instructions.

"Veranel, is that your name?" Watching the elves help each other into the "Elven Hills," Yang Fei left Veranel, who was at the very back, behind.

"Master, Vera Nair is at your service. What do you need me to do for you?" Vera Nair watched her sisters enter the forest of the small hill one after another, while the fierce-looking monsters that had escorted her group all the way remained behind Yang Fei, showing no intention of going up the mountain. Her mind calmed down a little, and her tone was no longer as awkward as before.

The human girl who bought her group once told her that this was a world where power determines rank and status, and the absolutely powerful could disregard the lives of the weak because the weak were meaningless to them.

Despite sharing the same physical form, coming from the same world, and the same civilization, it all belongs to the imagination of the weak. In the eyes of the strong, the existence of lower-level beings is merely for the survival of their race. As for the individual, good or bad, right or wrong, they are meaningless.

Since that's the case, those who don't abide by their own agreements and disobey them will only be annihilated, which is no different from crushing an insect. They will have no remorse whatsoever. So-called morality is just a sophistry for the weak to survive.

This is not an isolated case, but the whole story. Otherwise, why would cultivators from this world be able to easily crush the magic experts of their world? In terms of performance, the power unleashed by a Foundation Establishment Realm expert, who is also the one who destroyed their civilization, is not as great as the top magic of their world.

No matter what they did, even sacrificing a large number of their compatriots and unleashing the strongest forbidden spell, the result was that the powerful man's hair didn't even flutter. The high-level suppression was only part of the problem; the more crucial factor was that the two had completely different views on the meaning of life.

That expert at the Foundation Establishment Realm believed from beginning to end that they could not possibly harm him. Everything—top-tier magic, forbidden spells—was just fleeting, a performance by the weak to please themselves, a "worm-like" act that he had no interest in at all.

The entire Elven race regarded him as a formidable enemy, even an invincible one. This concept had already taken root in the hearts of all the Elves before their desperate charge. Everyone was just like the legendary King of Men, going to their deaths.

With such a mindset, even if that powerful being had the Falling Star Law to forcefully suppress their level, these elves, who had no desire to win, could not defeat them. This was the fundamental reason for their defeat, and it was also the law of human nature in this world.

"Don't make your master unhappy, don't make your master dissatisfied," was the human girl's advice to her group. She would try her best to find them a good home.

Whether they can survive depends entirely on themselves. As for revenge, perhaps they can start preparing when the "human laws" of this world become their guiding principles.

This "law of human nature" is completely contrary to Villanelle's three hundred years of experience, and she simply cannot accept it. Therefore, she can only give up that vague and illusory revenge and just want to live on with these sisters.

When she first met Yang Fei, she was actually quite happy, because the not-too-big human boy looked quite sunny, and his initial attitude towards her group didn't seem like that of the people in this world who believed in the "laws of humanity".

They were given enough food and medicine, which was much better than the little human girl who had always been kind to them. It's no wonder that some of their sisters returned to the "World Tree".

Because the elves were seriously injured, most of them were beyond saving, it was already quite good that the little girl could give them food and a small amount of medicine. At least compared to the middleman from before, it was much better.

The lord immediately provided ample food and medicine, which helped everyone recover. Veranel's affection for him far surpassed that for the little girl. However, all of this began to change after the appearance of those strange-looking, evil creatures.

Their towering size, the mysterious horns, and the obviously evil appearance reminded these elves of the "demons" that once existed in human stories. They were pure evil capable of destroying the world, irrational and unscrupulous "elf killers".

These "demons," created by humans, are destined to perish first and foremost upon the elves. There's no way around it; the elves of Fallen Star are simply too powerful. The weaker races can't defeat them and can only wreak havoc in the story.

Unexpectedly, these legendary creatures, which only existed in human imagination, actually appeared. This terrified all the elves, including Veranel. Their minds had already been severely damaged and their worldviews had been reshaped. Seeing creatures that only existed in fantasy works again caused them to suffer from PTSD.

This explains why the elves only have basic loyalty to Yang Fei. Logically, the elves, who are already numb to the world, should be able to relax a little after welcoming a seemingly decent lord like Yang Fei. But alas, he commands a group of demons, which makes it hard not to suspect something.

"How's the list of injuries and illnesses I asked you to compile coming along?" Yang Fei asked Veranel slowly. He was a person with exceptional execution skills. Since he had decided on the arrangements for these elves, he naturally began to carry them out.

"It's all set up." Vera Nair was actually a little nervous when Yang Fei called out to her, after all, this place of residence had been built right under their noses.

She absolutely refused to believe that this lord who commanded evil creatures would give it to them so easily. She and her sisters estimated that they would have to pay a heavy price to survive in the long run, otherwise they would be driven out of here. So before Yang Fei spoke, she had already made preparations. Let her bear everything, and she could accept that her sisters would have to survive because of it.

Unexpectedly, the lord immediately listed the injuries on his side, leaving her somewhat at a loss. She had already prepared to sacrifice herself, but why was it different from what she had expected? Could this lord who commands demons really be a good person?

That shouldn't be the case. In the story, shouldn't someone like that be the final boss?

While Vera Nair was thinking rapidly, she handed the prepared paper to Yang Fei. Yang Fei took the paper and stared blankly at the completely unfamiliar characters on it, which was a bit awkward.

Previously, Yang Fei was able to clearly see the script on Qianwu Star, which resembled the script of his own world, causing him to subconsciously overlook the script issue. In addition, his language communication with the elves had always been smooth due to the influence of his lord's authority. Yang Fei never expected that such a trick was waiting for him.

Taking his gaze off the paper, Yang Fei began to think rapidly. What should he do next? Should he simply say that he couldn't understand the text and needed Vera Nair to repeat the contents? Wouldn't that be a bit embarrassing for the lord?

After all, Yang Fei had assured these elves that he would prescribe medicine according to their injuries and illnesses on the paper, and the only problem to solve would be to treat the symptoms correctly.

Now, things are really messed up. We're completely stuck on the words on this piece of paper. Forget about finding the right treatment, we can't even understand what kind of injuries or illnesses these elves have. What are we going to do?

Should I continue using lord privileges to interpret these texts? On my own sky island, the language can be automatically translated into something I can understand, but these texts are not automatically translated; I need to manually adjust the privileges.

But then the Elvish script on the paper would become a script I can understand. If the elves saw it, wouldn't that expose my inability to understand Elvish script, and that I had been bragging all along, thus further damaging my image among the elves?

"Hmm!" Yang Fei held the injury list in one hand and coughed lightly, seemingly trying to cover his embarrassment. But just as he raised his hand to cover his mouth, he suddenly thought of an idea that might perfectly solve the problem.

"I don't know much about the physical structure of your elves. Could you tell me the specific differences between these injuries and those of humans, and briefly mention the similarities as well? I'm worried that there might be issues with the efficacy and dosage of the medicine later on."

"Okay." Upon hearing Yang Fei's words, Vera Nair hurriedly began to explain point by point. Regardless of whether Yang Fei knew about the physical structure of elves, elves did understand the physical structure of humans. Although they were humans from different worlds, they were all classified as standard humans in terms of race classification, and there was not much difference between them.

After "as desired" tallied the injuries of each Pokémon, Yang Fei breathed a long sigh of relief. Most of these Pokémon had been forcibly stunned by that powerful figure and then sealed in cards. Their external injuries were not too serious; the main problems were malnutrition and mental breakdown. Medicine was useless for these things; what was needed was a long period of physical recovery and mental treatment, which could not be rushed.

A few others suffered internal injuries caused by the martial artist's true energy during the transfer to various slave owners. In addition, being sealed in cards made it impossible to alleviate their condition, which caused some trouble.

However, these spirits are a kind of natural product, and are somewhat different from humans who are made of flesh and blood. As long as there is sufficient energy, they can slowly recover. Unless they suffer severe damage and cannot be replenished with nutrients and energy to repair themselves, they will eventually disappear.

Most of the elves who perished while they were in the hands of merchants came from there; relatively few elves actually died from injuries or illnesses. Therefore, Yang Fei didn't spend too much on medicine this time, mainly purchasing some tonics to help them replenish their energy, and the necessary anti-inflammatory drugs as usual.

Although they can recover on their own, some of the elves still have some obvious external injuries, so Yang Fei spent another 2000 copper coins to provide them with the necessary medicines and daily necessities. Whether they can recover or not depends entirely on themselves; Yang Fei has already done more than enough.