Chapter 1218: Endless Numbers

"The handsome, invincible, and courageous Lord Vector!"

Mr. Heartland adjusted his square-framed glasses, a face of flattery so disgusting it made one sick, as he knelt on the ground toward a high-and-mighty throne.

Vector sat in his throne, his posture arrogant, one leg resting on the armrest of the seat, his lower leg swinging back and forth, squinting his eyes in great enjoyment: "If you can talk, say more."

With Dr. Faker captured, the number one lackey among the humans of the Xyz Dimension who communicated with the Barians became this Mr. Heartland.

Mr. Heartland, whose own leader was captured, actually gained a promotion opportunity because of this, filling the vacancy of this position, and now he could even come directly to the Barian World to see the Seven Emperors.

From Vector's perspective, putting other things aside, just in terms of flattery, this human was quite skilled. Although flattery was of no practical use, the feeling of it was truly refreshing.

Having received permission, Mr. Heartland hurriedly offered another round of rainbow-colored flattery, this time almost racking his brains to say all the good things he could think of; it could be said to be his life's learning.

When he was done, Vector was very happy, expressing that he was very satisfied with this service, so he reached out and tapped lightly. A ball of dark red light condensed at his fingertips, suddenly breaking through the air and shooting toward Mr. Heartland's forehead.

"Lord Vector!"

Mr. Heartland's face changed drastically at first, thinking that he had offended the other party with some words, causing displeasure, and that he was going to be attacked. But soon the red light sank into his forehead, and he felt no pain at all, but rather... a bit comfortable?

It seemed like something had entered his body, as if some unknown realm in his body had been developed, releasing some kind of forbidden pleasure toward his brain...

"This... this is!"

Mr. Heartland looked at the card that gathered in his hand, the outline of a card faintly appearing in the red light. Before he could see the card art clearly, he had already seen the striking number at the very beginning of the card name.

Number 1 of the Numbers, representing the beginning and the initial power; the extraordinary and powerful nature of this card could be imagined. Such a crucial card, such extraordinary power... Lord Vector had actually handed it to him!

Mr. Heartland was so excited that he couldn't be more so, his heart pounding wildly. He had never been so glad that he had learned such a masterful flattery technique, which had easily exchanged for such powerful strength!

"Subordinate will definitely do my best to live up to expectations, to go through fire and water for Lord Vector..."

Mr. Heartland knocked his head to the ground. Seeing his demeanor, Vector couldn't help but laugh until he was leaning back and forth, very happy.

"Hahaha, look at your pathetic self, getting so excited over this little bit." Vector laughed. "Don't be happy too early, that card of yours is not the real 'Number 1'."

"Eh?"

Mr. Heartland was stunned, looking at the card in his hand. He looked closely, and no matter how he looked, he felt that the card name clearly wrote "Number 1," so why would he say it wasn't real?

Then Vector sneered and pointed toward the void again.

A chaotic ball of light appeared in mid-air, endless red-hot energy churning in that strong light. Then the chaotic particles gradually condensed into cards. At first, it was one, then ten, one hundred...

Finally, Mr. Heartland looked at the cards flying in groups in that huge ball of light, infinite in number, gathering together like an ocean, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide, unable to speak for a long time.

"This... this is..."

Vector smiled and said: "Yes."

Mr. Heartland was still incredulous: "These... these are all?"

Vector's smile grew even wider: "Yes. Every single card here, all of them, are Numbers!"

Mr. Heartland was stunned.

How is this possible? He had always thought that every Number in the world was unique, that there was only one of each. He thought there were only one hundred Numbers in total.

But how many Numbers did Vector show at this moment? One thousand? Ten thousand?

There were so many that he had no concept of the quantity.

"One million!" Vector laughed loudly. "I have one million Numbers in my hand now!"

Mr. Heartland felt his worldview had been severely impacted.

One million Numbers, what kind of concept is this?

Mr. Heartland stammered: "But... but how is this possible?"

"Hey, I already possess the power of a god, of course nothing is impossible." Vector sneered. "These are all Numbers I made myself."

However, it couldn't be said that they were fake cards. Every single one had extraordinary power, and they were recognized as real cards in both dueling rules and natural laws; they were indeed created by the power of a creation-level existence. It was just that they were completely independent of the orthodox Number system.

However, Vector was also gilding his own face. Although he was one of the Barian Seven Emperors, he did not have the ability to hand-craft one million Numbers. The one who could create these cards was the power of Don Thousand.

Vector saw that the duelists of the Fusion Dimension had extraordinary means, and his own Xyz Dimension's human world was guarded by Astral messengers, plus some human powerhouses that were equally difficult to break through for a while.

And Vector himself was not really of one mind with the Barian World and the other members of the Seven Emperors; he had his own little calculations. But the greater his ambition and the more he calculated, the more he felt that the external resistance was huge and there were many strong people, and it would be difficult to achieve his goals in the future with his own strength alone.

Therefore, he took a risk, broke into the Barian forbidden area, and secretly sneaked into the Sea of Malice.

He found the soul sealed in that ocean, the creator god of the Barian World, "Don Thousand," who had been sealed there after being defeated by Astral in ancient times.

It was just that Don Thousand, who had slept for endless years, had a life like a candle in the wind at this time, and his recovery was limited, so the fragments of his remnant soul were temporarily attached to Vector's body, acting with Vector as the host.

But Vector was not possessed by this ancient remnant soul; both sides maintained autonomy, only maintaining a subtle cooperative relationship.

Don Thousand would tell Vector some ancient secrets, providing Vector with knowledge, power, and things that only gods could do, such as hand-crafting one million Numbers.

And Vector acted as Don Thousand's hands and feet on his behalf, and accepted Don Thousand's help to quickly upgrade and evolve.

The relationship between the two sides was a bit subtle, probably similar to the story of the Barian chosen protagonist and the creation remnant soul grandfather. It was precisely with the help of the grandfather's golden finger that Vector could grow rapidly and keep printing new cards.

In fact, in a sense, Astral, who defeated Don Thousand in ancient times, seemed similar. It was just that Astral had lost all his memories, and besides pointing out Yuma's dueling, he was usually a bit silly and cute, leading to the two interacting not like a protagonist and a grandfather, but like good brothers who could spark something at any time.

"One million Numbers all thrown into the human world, what will happen..." Vector let out a few strange laughs. "It's really something to look forward to."

"Rest assured, leave it to me to handle, Lord Vector!"

Mr. Heartland patted his chest.

"Three days, I only need three days! I guarantee that after three days, there will be no difference between the human world and the Barian World!" ===== CHAPTER 1219 =====