The Card Cultivation System
CCS-205

"Go!"

"Basic demon! We don't want to play with you!"

"My mom says you carry curses wherever you go."

That's what I've always heard. They call me a demon. Magicians. Crazy girls. I don't know what else. Too many 'friendly' names have been given to me. I don't remember much. How I was born. Every time I asked my parents about it, they put on complicated faces that eventually turned me to another conversation.

I don't understand why my physique is different. My father has greenish eyes and my mother has bluish eyes. Did my mom drop her eyes on me? Then why don't their hair drop on me? Both are normal hair, black and brown.

Why is my hair white? This hair always brings trouble wherever I go. I once cut my hair to nothing. I thought after that I wouldn't hear those names again. But I was actually wrong.

No matter how my hair is, they always call me that. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, nothing will change.

If your words and actions don't change anything, why should you pay attention to them? So I started acting as I wanted. The outcome? Justjust wonderful. The name I received doubled. Whatever. I don't give a shit. Whatever I do won't make them stop distinguishing me.

Vaguely, I don't know since when I realized that I was different. They're not the same as me. Nothing is the same as me. And everyone realizes that. My parents, my age, even the adults to the animals feel how different I am.

I don't get it. Isn't different good? That is what a leader often says. Then what about me? Why doesn't anyone think I'm good?

I've always been treated badly wherever I go. Even if they know who my parents are. He said my mom and dad are pretty famous. Anyone who hears their name will be frightened and submissive. But I don't think they're that famous.

Otherwise, why would I still be treated like this even if I was their child? I've been watching my parents for a long time. My eyes are blue like my mother. But the blue we have is a different blue. I don't know how I just.

Aside from the eyes, I found nothing in common with my parents. I even suspected that they were not my parents. Normally, a child would be similar to one of his parents, whether it was a father or a mother.

Then what about me? Why don't I look like any of them? Am I really their child? I'm starting to doubt that.

I don't know since when, I started to observe everything around me. I'm looking for something, anything, the same as me. I don't know how to explain it, but I'm different from everything. Everything I met seemed to reject me.

It was as if I was not from their world, as if we were from a different world. Even the animals started to distance themselves from me.

Maybe that's why I started closing myself down. I started to talk less. What are you talking about when no one cares?

Act cold. Just as the world rejects me, so I reject the world. I refuse anyone to touch me, no matter women or men, man or animal, I refuse everything. Except my mom and dad.

They know I'm different from them. But at least they're the only place I go home. No matter how many doubted, even if I doubted myself, they always said, "We love you, Little Princess."

Little Princess. That is how they always call me. Maybe my neighbor would prefer 'Little Devil' instead of 'Little Princess'.

They're hiding something. My parents. Something only the two of them knew. Even I don't know it. But somehow I knew that 'something' was related to me. And just as I knew it was related to me, I also knew that they were hiding it for my sake. I believe they did it for my own good, even though I was curious.

At 8 years old, I was following some kind of competition that offered me strength, fame, and eternal glory. I don't care about fame, I've been famous since I lived. But strength and glory. I think it's gonna make people change. I thought they would look at me with a completely different light.

But I was actually wrong. Instead of changing, they're treating me worse. It's not enough just me, they're even after my parents, too. Insulting them. Calling me cheating for using demonic powers to win that competition, or calling me winning because of my parents' influence.

At least I have power now, right? I can shut them all down. But my parents wouldn't agree with that. In fact, it would make them really believe I was the devil and my parents were cursed.

Rather than eternal fame and success, this power has given me a burden. He, who gave me this power, said that I was destined for this power. He also said that just as I was destined for this power, I was also destined to settle the fate that the owners of this power had never solved.

I decided to ignore that. My problem is not finished yet, why do I take care of other people's problems?

But that power has been given to me. I can't give it back. Sooner or later, one day I will solve the problem that was imposed on me. That's what he said, who gave me this power.

This power is actually quite useful and practical. But considering the burden I bear makes me reluctant to use this power. My mom and dad didn't say anything about it. But their faces were so complicated when discussing this matter.

A year passed with this new power and I realized there were other areas outside my home. A world I know nothing about. And I thought, maybe it's out there the same as me.

So I started asking permission to travel, with an unknown estimated time and of course they refused. Various reasons were given, too young, too weak, not knowing the cruelty of the outside world, not being able to let me go, and the many problems I could cause without my knowing. I don't know which one is right, maybe all of them.

Then I asked them to teach me about the outside world, preparing me to explore well. They reluctantly taught me. Their reluctant faces while teaching still I remember after all these years I was gone.

It took them a year to let me go. That was after I had persuaded them for months. In the end they let me go. Relying on me various pieces of advice and giving me some words of pearl that I will always remember.

My father and mother decided to leave at the same time as I left. They could no longer bear the ill treatment they received there. They used to adore my mom and dad, and now they insult him. I was so thankful that I was different from them.

Mom and Dad decided to build a house in the woods. They're actually more comfortable that way. It's just that they forced themselves to live in the city to give me a comfortable environment, unfortunately it gave me a bad experience.

Well, I don't blame them. They planned the best for me, but they couldn't guess the future. The human heart is as difficult to guess as the future.

I started exploring. At first I couldn't believe that the outside world was as cruel as Dad said. But it turns out he was right. He taught me the first lesson and the one (in his opinion) most important. Don't let my face be seen by people. I think it's because my face can trigger people's anger.

After that, many men came and treated me well. After all these years you've been treated as a demon with a curse, and then suddenly you've been treated well, of course that's a nice thing.

But over time I hated them. As I grew older, I knew things my parents never explained. And now I realize the reason why they asked me not to let my face be seen.

I traveled to different cities only to meet those who looked at me like that. Thinking I once liked their stares makes me sick. Before I started wandering, my mind was filled with various fun possibilities as it turned out that I was not alone and there were many more like me.

Unfortunately, the cruelty of the world has thrown me back into reality. I didn't find any of them the same as me. How to say yes? I'm different. I'm still human like any other human being, but beyond that there's something different about me. As for what's different, I can't say.

Before leaving, she gave me a beautiful silver necklace, just like my hair. He said the only clue to achieving my goal was the necklace. It seems he also realized why I wanted to travel. The necklace gave me a familiar feeling that made me sure that I was not alone. There's still the same as me.

Every time I was about to give up, I stared at the necklace and reawakened my resolve. Over time I remembered that familiar aura outside my head. If anyone had the same aura, I would definitely recognize him. But unfortunately there is no.

Five years I traveled to a strange mountain that gave me a very familiar feeling. I was trying to find the origin of that familiar aura. Either I find him or I don't.

Amidst my search for the origin of that aura, I found a man. He wasn't wearing clothes, I don't know what he was doing in the middle of the river. As long as I've been traveling, I've never met a good man. So surely this man was also the same as those who looked at me with a disgusting look.

Otherwise, what was he doing in the middle of the river without wearing clothes? Then I attacked him. Amazingly, he was quite good at hiding himself. Maybe that's what men always do. Hiding when something is stronger than them.

Then not long after the black hole appeared and absorbed me. That black hole looks a lot like my powers, which I got all those years ago but gives a different feeling. And I know that any creature that is bound to the fate of the possessor of my power must be in that hole.

Many years of traveling have not been fruitless. I knew a little about the fate I had after receiving that power.

Inside that hole, lies another world filled with strange creatures. All of them exuded an aura similar to my strength, but also emitted an aura of hostility.

There, I met the man again. Again, I attacked him. He hides his power and so do I. I was quite surprised when I realized that he was pretty good. His capricious weapon was strange, and the other weapon - the card - was no less strange.

I've seen all sorts of weapons. I've even seen someone fight using spoons and forks, but cards? I've never seen that before.

After fighting with the man, I realized something strange. He didn't look at me like other men were looking at me. Then in the middle of our fight, strange creatures from the world appeared and disturbed us.

I'm outnumbered. As great as I am, still unable to fight an army of strange creatures magical bin. Then the man approached me. I thought he was looking for a chance at narrowness so put my sword on him. Surprisingly, he insisted on approaching me, and I finally could not avoid his cards until they stuck in both my arms and legs.

Then he took me off on a drift supported by his card and somehow he distracted the strange creatures. Previously, that man had also helped me dispel the attacks. Normally, after doing that, men would ask for brazen things instead.

But in his eyes I saw no demands for the services of saving my life. In fact, I suspect he didn't realize he had saved me. By the way, the flight he did was quite comfortable. He didn't touch me at all. That's something worth appreciating.

After that incident we decided to cease fire and confront the strange creature together. After being with her for a while, I realized that she was different from any man I had met. She taught me cooking that wasn't my specialty at all.

Time passed and I decided that I did not need to brandish my sword, except at certain moments when he spoke things. Then a strange and annoying wolf appeared and took the man away.

I tried hard to find him, for some reason, and when I met him, he was in a bad condition. His aura's falling apart. I can feel that. In front of him stood a wolf.

Without a second thought, I pointed my sword at him. Either because of my innate instinct or because of that man. Well, he's a good friend and worth protecting.

After that there were some strange events that I still couldn't understand. We split up not long after that. It seems that man still did not realize that he had saved me.

A few moments passed and my journey led me to an academy. I thought I could learn a few things so I settled in there. And the man came. He caused an unheard rumor even if you refused to hear it the first day he came.

I still doubt that man. But I moved without a second thought when he was fighting. After that, there were a lot of rumors about us. Whatever. I'm used to rumors.

We went through a few things at the academy. Not a bad experience. Then the man started emitting the same aura that my necklace emitted. I can't go wrong recognizing her. I have already checked my necklace and the aura that the man exuded is the same.

I don't know what to do. I've been looking for those who have that aura, those who are the same as me but never found it. Now in front of me stood the man I had been looking for all this time and I did not know what to do.

So I foolishly asked him to promise not to leave me. He asked me to promise the same thing instead, fair enough. And we promised each other right after his friend who turned out to be a mortal enemy of my power was about to kill me.

At first the feeling was only vague. Then when the man practiced his new technique which had something to do with my name and his name (it was weird that our name contained the same letter) his aura grew stronger. I decided to move in order to be with the man, maybe you could say I was afraid he was leaving?

His friend, who was my sworn enemy, seemed to be suspicious of me. I can understand, however, that we are rivals to each other. It's stupid that we don't suspect each other.

Then after returning to the room, the man did something stupid that didn't seem to matter much anymore. In front of my room, right in front of me his body shone and exuded the exact same aura as my necklace was even stronger.

Without being able to hold back, I hugged her. My tears spilled without me holding back. In her arms, I cried and expressed all the emotions I had been holding on to all this time. The cruelty of this world in which I can't complain to anyone, my bad childhood, the various ill-treatments and insults I received, all the bad gazes I received from both men and women everywhere I went, all of which I shed on his shoulder, like a child complaining to his parents.

Whether it was a wise or stupid act, but I don't care anymore. After all this time I searched, all the time I traveled, all the time I suffered loneliness, loneliness that no one would understand, finally I found someone who could understand what I was feeling all along.

Without even talking, I knew he must have experienced the same thing as me. That's what makes us the same. Then my eyelids felt heavy and the world darkened.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the man, Xing Xika.