Wizard: I can predict the future

The next moment, Nord suddenly heard the sound of a door opening behind him.

Before he could turn around, his wrist was suddenly tightened, as if something had grabbed it.

The touch was cold and dry, like a piece of frozen cardboard.

Nord was startled and instinctively tried to break free.

However, the hand was firmly stuck to his wrist, as if it had melted into him, and he couldn't break free at all.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force came.

Without any warning.

His body instantly lost its balance and was pulled backward.

In a flash, with a stagger, he was dragged into the House of Cards.

next second.

Bang."

The door closed behind me.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to completely block out the footsteps.

The entire room fell into silence and darkness.

Nord didn't move, gripping his longsword tightly, bracing for the impending attack.

However, after waiting for a while, the expected attack did not occur.

Only then did he have time to carefully examine the room.

The room wasn't very big.

A square table was placed in the center, with a few playing cards scattered on it and a few dice lying to the side.

But strangely, some of them kept spinning, as if they would never stop.

One entire wall was filled with a structure resembling a storage cabinet.

One grid after another, densely packed, like a honeycomb.

However, many of them have been unearthed, as if someone is looking for something.

Nord's gaze did not linger for long.

His gaze suddenly fell on a figure that seemed to be standing not far to his side.

The figure seemed to appear suddenly; he hadn't even noticed it before.

Nord looked closely.

No, this is not a proper way to address someone.

She is less than a meter tall, and her body is made of paper and thin lines pieced together, with the joints seemingly randomly assembled, giving her a somewhat haphazard appearance.

A symbol is clearly imprinted on the chest.

2 of Spades.

The symbol was too neat, creating a stark contrast with her slightly rough body.

What sends a chill down one's spine is...

Her face.

There was nothing on it, no facial features, just a slightly curved and flat piece of paper.

But Nord was able to sense it.

The other person is looking at me.

This feeling sent chills down one's spine.

Nord did not act rashly.

All of the circumstances at this moment indicate that it was the other party who pulled him into the room.

In that brief moment of pulling, he clearly felt the other person's strength.

They are even much stronger than him.

The thing in front of him was the most powerful and bizarre enemy he had ever encountered.

The other party stood there quietly, and Nord naturally wouldn't attack rashly.

After all, he was completely unaware of any of the opponent's attack methods at that moment.

An unknown amount of time passed.

The paper figure suddenly made a sound, like the sound of two pieces of wood rubbing together.

He's gone.

Nord was taken aback, but immediately understood who the other person was referring to as "him".

It was someone who had just made footsteps.

The paper figure continued:

"Why haven't you left Poker City yet? Don't you know these are shuffling days?"

Nord instantly picked up on the relationship information: Poker City and the shuffle day.

"Reshuffling day?"

"you do not know?"

Nord shook his head.

The paper figure circled Nord, scrutinizing him closely.

"Outsider, you don't have any playing cards that the dealer gave you."

"It seems you didn't enter the city normally."

Nord pointed to the two of spades on her chest.

"Dealing cards? Is this what it is?"

The paper figure let out a soft laugh, but the laugh was extremely grating.

"Yes and no."

"Our city's residents are born with a mark of identity."

"But you outsiders are different; you can buy your identity from the card dealer when you enter the city."

Nord didn't ask any further questions; he knew nothing about anything here.

If you keep asking questions, you'll fall into the other person's rhythm.

Now that the other party has pulled him into the room, it's definitely not just to chat with him.

Seeing that Nord remained silent, the paper figure continued:

"An outsider like you with no identity, even in the past, would have been arrested and thrown into the discard pile by the patrols if they found you."

"Now that it's shuffle day, you're no longer part of the rules, and anyone in the city can attack you."

"Even if you manage to hide, once the shuffle day is over and things turn upside down, under Poker City's rules, you'll still be thrown into the fold."

Instead of asking what would happen if it were thrown into the discard pile, Nord asked in return:

"Why don't you do it?"

The paper figure let out an unpleasant laugh and pointed to its own chest.

"See that? The two of spades."

"My status is the lowest in this city. As expected, after the shuffle day, I will also be thrown into the discard pile."

Although the paper figure had no facial features, Nord seemed to see a trace of helplessness and resentment on her face.

As it spoke, the paper figure's voice suddenly grew louder, and it tightly hugged its head, its voice tinged with a sob.

"I...I can't remember..."

"Who...who am I?"

"Who am I when I fall to the ground?!"

A long time passed.

Only the almost frenzied paper figure managed to control its emotions.

She looked at Nord with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry you had to see this."

"In our Poker City, the losers on every shuffle day end up in the fold pile."

"But not all of them will disappear; they will just gradually become smaller points."

"But similarly, our memories will also be erased, eventually turning us into a blank card."

Nord stared at the paper figure's face, as if trying to discern her expression from the faceless surface.

"Therefore, you need me, an outsider, to help you break this deadlock."

The paper figure nodded.

"I enjoy talking to intelligent people."

"And I can help you get out of here."

Suddenly, the paper figure looked in a certain direction.

"It's too late!"

"The first round of reshuffling is about to begin."

As soon as she finished speaking, all the playing cards on the table vibrated slightly at almost the same time.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The cards began to flip automatically, one by one.

Hearts, spades, diamonds, clubs...

The colors are interwoven.

The paper figure suddenly became more agitated.

She grabbed Nord's arm with surprising force.

Stop looking!

Before Nord could react, she had already dragged him toward the wall.

"Go inside quickly, no matter what happens, whatever you do, don't come out!"

The paper figure suddenly pulled open one of the compartments and stuffed Nord inside.

The space was deeper than it appeared from the outside.

Nord sank down, pressing himself tightly against the locker.

Before he could react, the paper figure continued to exert force.

Under this immense force, he bent over and filled the entire grid.

next second.

"Bang."

The cabinet door was closed.

The field of vision suddenly narrowed.

The air instantly became stuffy, even carrying a faint smell of burnt paper ash.

Nord did not move.

He subconsciously held his breath, focusing his energy between his ears.

The sounds from outside.

At first, there was the sound of cards being flipped.

Dense and fragmented.

Soon, the sound began to become rhythmic.

Followed by.

Footsteps could be heard.

There was more than one, moving from far to near, and then from near to far.