mythical card maker

Chapter 2 [Black Impermanence]

"Competitions like this are mandatory, even if not mandatory, and you have to get a place."

Zhou Chuan turned on his phone again, looked at the class group announcement, and pondered secretly.

According to his experience, the school usually provides instructors and resource materials for competitions like this, which is better than trying to find and accumulate materials by himself.

For civilians, it is undoubtedly a very good starting point.

"Demons and ghosts..."

Zhou Chuan tapped the table a few times and began to search for suitable card characters in his mind.

The first is not to be "too" powerful.

In this world, people mainly use "meditation" to accumulate a kind of energy called "mind force", and then use it as fuel to achieve the purpose of making or fighting cards.

Although he is considered outstanding in this parallel world, he has a silver-level mental strength at a young age, and he has enough knowledge of Chinese mythology, making card making is relatively easy, but he can cross two levels of card making even if he is top-notch.

In other words, his current upper limit for making cards is the purple quality cards corresponding to platinum-level card creators, and no matter how high he is, he will be powerless.

"In this case, roles such as Bull Demon King, Nine-Headed Insect, Yama of the Ten Temples, and Demon Buddha Wutian can basically be ruled out."

As Zhou Chuan thought about it, the scope of making cards was further narrowed.

Just when he was about to continue to eliminate, a phone call came over at this time.

"Hey, boy, do you have any ideas for card making?"

The phone was connected, and a magnetic voice came from the headset, which came from Zhou Chuan's class teacher Liang Bing.

"It does have some ideas."

Zhou Chuan answered truthfully.

Now that you have decided to take the path of reducing dimensionality with Chinese Mythical cards, there is no need to hide your clumsiness, otherwise how will others know what help you need.

"Sister Bing, why does the association suddenly care about the cultivation of high school students? You have great powers, so help me analyze it." Zhou Chuan said.

"Ok?"

Liang Bing was a little puzzled, and felt that the other party's reaction was a bit strange, but he still answered seriously: "Didn't the Dongying Association recently bring out an ancient book about their country's [Hundred Ghosts] myth from the ruins? It started to swell again. You understand .”

Zhou Chuan nodded when he heard the words, and said again: "Sister Bing, is the material for this competition produced by the school?"

"That's for sure." Liang Bing nodded slightly, and then added: "If you need any rare materials, sister can sponsor you personally."

"Then I'll trouble Sister Bing." Zhou Chuan immediately replied.

"You're welcome." Liang Bing chuckled and said, "Send me the list of materials you need later, and I'll definitely arrive tonight. I'll continue to deliver the warmth. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me." .” Then he hung up the phone.

Zhou Chuan put away his mobile phone, took out his portable computer directly from his schoolbag, and entered the school's online material library through the campus information portal.

With a clear goal, he quickly selected the materials he needed, and sent them to Liang Bing's mailbox after they were integrated into a list.

Just at this time, the wind and rain outside became a little lighter, and the original thick black clouds seemed to be pierced by a sword, revealing a gray light.

Zhou Chuan was afraid of repeated storms, so he didn't dare to delay any longer. After packing up his things, he left the library directly.

When he came to the school gate, he took out a life card [Old Tou Le] from his heart, which was not even white in quality, and drove towards his home, seeing many strange vehicles along the way.

"Wearing a gentleman's hat, wearing a black suit, holding a civilized stick, and sitting with four sheep... The aesthetic style of the other world is really strange."

Seeing a gentleman driving a sheep cart gradually go away, Zhou Chuan couldn't help sighing.

Due to the slippery road, he unconsciously slowed down his already slow speed, plus the "traffic jam" caused by the heavy rain, it took him a full hour to get home.

When he opened the door, he saw his mother open the window and put a handsome bird with a mail bag and a mail cap into the house.

Seeing Zhou Chuan gradually approaching, Bird tilted his head, as if to confirm whether the other party was the recipient.

After being stunned like this for two or three seconds, he just lowered his head and took out an exquisite kit from the postal bag, and put it in front of Zhou Chuan.

"Thank you." Zhou Chuan thanked, and saw the bird proudly waved its right wing, turning into a white light and rushing straight into the howling rainstorm.

"Mom, where's my dad?" Zhou Chuan flipped through the material card in the kit, and after confirming that it was correct, he turned to look at his mother, Zhang Yingli.

"It's said that a task was added temporarily, and I won't be back until noon tomorrow at the earliest." Zhang Yingli closed the window as she said, with a hint of worry unconsciously showing on her face.

Only then did Zhou Chuan recall that his father, who was a police officer in his previous life, had a corresponding job in this parallel world as an elite operator of the War Card Masters Association, and now he was probably dealing with [Odin's Parade].

"I see." Zhou Chuan responded, his thoughts becoming stronger and more eager: "Mom, I'll go back to my room to study card making, and have dinner later."

"Go." Zhang Yingli waved her hand and continued to watch Baihu Evening News.

After returning to the bedroom, Zhou Chuan poured out all the material cards in the kit on the bed:

[Black Shroud], [Tall Hat], [Iron Chain], [Shackles] These material cards are used as auxiliary materials, and the quality of white is completely sufficient, needless to say.

To Zhou Chuan's surprise, the two core material cards [Soul of the Righteous Soldier] and [Ecstasy Lock] were not the green quality he expected, but the blue corresponding to the gold-level card maker.

Such high-quality resources would naturally not appear in a high school's library, so it goes without saying who they came from.

"Sister Bing is really a rich woman."

Zhou Chuan held all the material cards and codes in his hand, with a serious expression on his face.

He originally thought that Liang Bing was just joking, but who knew that the other party actually sent such precious materials.

He is a very self-aware person, knowing that although he has some talent, but in such a world with hidden crises and frequent turmoil, talent is the cheapest thing before it is realized.

To put it bluntly, the talent he currently displayed is far inferior to these two small material cards in terms of value.

Then Liang Bing's idea needs to be considered.

"Don't worry about that much, card making is the first priority!"

Zhou Chuanxin said, took a piece of A4 paper from the desk, and began to draw a sketch for the spirit card according to the idea in his mind:
With a blue face and fangs, a fierce face, wearing black clothes, wearing an official hat, holding a hook and claws hanging from a chain of seductive soul...

With more than 30 years of painting experience combined in past and present lives, Zhou Chuan quickly put the images in his mind on paper.

Looking at the lifelike paintings, he couldn't help but recall the real name of the card in his heart:
【Black impermanence】

(End of this chapter)