RavenClaw471

Daniel was a Game Designer who live an ordinary life. He was killed on a day when it should be the happiest day of his life as he was so close to publishing his card game. Lured to his death by his girlfriend. He become a sacrifice of some kind of ritual and died.

He then got resurrected for an unknown reason along with getting the power to actualize all of the cards in his card game to the real world. Whether it was the spell, Artifact, or even a powerful creature! All can be actualized!

Are you a mage and a genius Artificer? I have a Forbidden Tome of Artificing of the lost civilization. Are you interested? If so, become my pupil then!

Are you a Vampire lord and the head of the most powerful vampire clan in the modern world? Now, where I kept that Legendary Vlad Dracula-The First Ancestor of The Vampire card?

The holy warrior from the Vatican knocking on my door? How about meeting my bodyguard? Michaela-Defender of The Faith. (Female version of Michael)

Did someone just summon an all-powerful Demon and sent it to kill me? They even sacrifice thousands of mage souls and many priceless treasures to do that. Let's test my common spell card. The almighty [Unsummon] spell! Good luck in summoning that thing again!

With this power, Daniel will take his revenge on whoever did this to him and create his own empire. His magic civilization!

Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize

"Open it," Pride commanded, a cold edge lacing her voice as she jerked her chin towards the cell.

Unlike ordinary cells, this one lacked a lock. The wall itself seemed to serve as the barrier, devoid of any keyhole or unlocking mechanism. Her spell fizzled uselessly against it. Left with no other choice, Pride tried to break through the reinforced wall, a move that wouldn't go unnoticed by the enigmatic man who had just arrived.

The man flashed a disarming smile, a hint of something deeper flickering in his eyes. He rubbed his chin in mock contemplation. "Hmm, let me think..." A beat of silence stretched, then a playful smirk replaced his feigned seriousness. "Nah, I'm afraid not." With a confident swagger, he sauntered towards Pride, the lingering scent of another woman clinging to him. Pride's frown deepened as she instinctively took a step back.

Achilles Prowess