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Chapter 2302 MayMay\'s Favourability

Location: Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Devil Merchant Code, Inter-Realm City, Sector WS9909, Infinity Libraryn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"T-that, I can\'t leave my tribe. My tribesmen need me. But thank you for the

invitation," MayMay stammered, taken aback by Wyatt\'s offer to visit his native realm. She knew her tribe depended on her to function properly, so she ultimately rejected the invitation, though she appreciated his thoughtfulness.

MayMay could tell Wyatt\'s offer was sincere, not an act. Even if she was mistaken, she still valued his gesture-it was unheard of for a demon or devil merchant to acknowledge pixies as beings, let alone treat them as equals. Her impression of Wyatt improved the more time she spent with him.

"Is that it? You can visit my realm with your entire tribe. I may not look like it, but I am the richest and strongest person in my realm. No need to give me an answer now-it\'s an open invitation. If you and your tribesmen ever need a vacation destination, my realm will always welcome you and treat you with the best hospitality," Wyatt said, extending the invitation to her entire tribe. He meant every word, and none of his claims were false. With two celestial beings as his subordinates, he truly was the strongest and richest in the entire Card World.

However, because the way answered, Wyatt was still uncertain whether elder pixies were free to leave their tribes at will. It was one thing for them to remain with their tribe out of a sense of duty, but he wanted to know: could they leave the Infinity Library if they chose? Based on his speculations, elder pixies possessed strength close to ruler-class or even transcendence. It was beyond his understanding how the Librarian, who sought transcendence himself, managed to command such beings. If elder pixies were not bound by duty or responsibility, could the Librarian still control them? This directly related to the freedom of the pixie race. Considering the docile nature of pixies, if even the elder pixies were domesticated by the Librarian, the entire race might never regain its freedom, possibly choosing to die alongside their master instead.

This might be a secret that everyone in the Dark Realm desperately sought to uncover -especially ancient ruler-class forces, who understood the priceless value of even a single pixie. Now, Wyatt found himself among them.

"I\'ll keep that in mind. Now, let me show you to your study room," MayMay said. Though astonished by Wyatt\'s invitation to her entire tribe, she masked her emotions and smoothly changed the topic, snapping her fingers to teleport Wyatt and her to his

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designated study room.

Had it been an ordinary pixie in MayMay\'s place, they might not have avoided Wyatt\'s questions so adeptly without revealing any information. Elder pixies, however, seemed capable of transcending the traits that made pixies simultaneously one of the most powerful and one of the weakest races in the myriad realms.

The duo vanished from the waiting hall of the Infinity Library and reappeared inside a vast expanse of forest. Its style reminded Wyatt of the floating forest island Ceed had created for Dredre. MayMay confirmed his guess, saying, "You can change the setting of the study room using your demon merchant codex. I\'ve set it to resemble my tribe\'s forest, to give you a glimpse of my home."

Wyatt\'s eyes widened. Pixies were naturally friendly, and elder pixies too, but for one to share personal details like their likes, dislikes, friends, tribesmen, and especially their tribal forest was a different level of closeness.

Yes, MayMay had promised him a free study room whenever he needed it and as long as he needed it, but this gesture was far more significant. It was the kind of bond he shared with Dredre. How had his friendship with MayMay progressed so deeply in a single meeting? If he had to guess, it was because, unlike ordinary pixies, elder pixies were capable of tough love-or even hatred-though such emotions were exceedingly rare and only surfaced in extreme cases.

"It\'s magnificent-just like you," Wyatt praised sincerely, causing MayMay to blush. Her blush wasn\'t driven by mortal carnal desires but by the innate vanity and shyness that every pixie possessed. Otherwise, they wouldn\'t spend so much time decorating their forests and meticulously planning their landscapes.

Through Dredre, Wyatt had learned that each pixie tribe took immense pride in its tribal forest. Some tribesmen even held unofficial contests to rank their forests, though these were not endorsed by elder pixies. To the untrained eye, all pixie forests might look alike, but a knowledgeable observer could recognize the subtle ecosystem design that ensured the forest\'s self-sustainability, even in the absence of its pixies. Scavengers, pollinators, and predators all played their part in maintaining the delicate balance. It was not the same for all pixie forests, the roles and methods varied depending on their respective pixies.

"I know, right? If you ever visit the Dark Realm, I\'ll personally give you a tour," MayMay replied, her ego clearly satisfied by Wyatt\'s admiration. In the heat of the moment, she extended an invitation for him to visit her tribal forest.

"Wait, I\'m allowed to visit your tribal forest? Won\'t that cause trouble for you?" Wyatt asked, shocked. Even Dredre had never invited him to her tribal forest in the Dark

Realm.

"No trouble at all. I can let anyone into my tribal forest, especially a friend," MayMay said with authority.

That was when it hit Wyatt: it wasn\'t up to Dredre to decide who could enter her tribal forest-it was the elder pixies of her tribe who held that authority. Unlike MayMay, who was an elder pixie herself, Dredre couldn\'t extend such an invitation without permission even if it was him.

The more Wyatt learned from MayMay, the more he began to question the Librarian\'s true intentions regarding the enslavement of the pixie race. Aside from the role pixies played in the Infinity Library, nothing about the Librarian\'s treatment of them suggested they were mere slaves.

The Librarian granted his so-called slaves remarkable leniency and luxurious comforts, almost as if ensuring their favor was his primary goal. Did he believe that as long as they favored him, they would never act against him? The logic seemed flawed. Favorability, after all, was a variable, not a constant. While it could be manipulated to fall within certain bounds, even a being as cunning as the Librarian should know that nothing was truly certain. Was it because the history was a evidence that other alternatives would fail sooner? Regardless, now Wyatt was going to try something

bold.