“Even if it’s not mandatory, you have to participate in competitions like this and get a place.”
Zhou Chuan opened his phone again, looked at the class group announcement, and pondered in his heart.
According to his experience, the school usually provides instructors and resource materials for competitions like this, which is much better than trying to explore and accumulate materials on your own.
For civilians, it is undoubtedly a very good .asxs.
"Monsters and ghosts..."
Zhou Chuan tapped the table a few times and began searching for a suitable card character in his mind.
The first is not to be "too" powerful.
In this world, people mainly accumulate an energy called "mental power" through "meditation", and then use it as fuel to achieve the purpose of making or fighting cards.
Although he is considered outstanding in this parallel world, with silver-level mental strength at a young age, and sufficient knowledge of Chinese mythology, making cards is relatively easy for him, but at best he can only make cards at two levels.
In other words, his current card-making limit is the purple-quality cards corresponding to platinum-level card makers, and he is powerless to make any higher cards.
"In this case, characters like Bull Demon King, Nine-Headed Insect, Ten Kings of Hell, and Demon Buddha Wu Tian can basically be ruled out."
Zhou Chuan thought about it and the scope of card making was further narrowed.
Just as he was about to continue eliminating the problem, a phone call came in.
"Hey, boy, have you got any ideas for making cards?"
The call was connected, and a magnetic and lively voice came from the headset. It was from Zhou Chuan's class teacher Liang Bing.
“I do have some ideas.”
Zhou Chuan answered truthfully.
Since you have decided to use the Chinese Mythology Cards to carry out dimensionality reduction attacks, there is no need to hide your shortcomings, otherwise how will others know what help you need.
"Sister Bing, why is the association suddenly concerned about the training of high school students? You are so powerful, please help me analyze it." Zhou Chuan said.
"Um?"
Liang Bing was a little puzzled, and felt that the other party's reaction was a little strange, but he still answered seriously: "Didn't the Dongying Association recently bring out an ancient book about their country's ghost myths from the ruins? They are starting to get arrogant again. You know."
Zhou Chuan nodded in understanding and said, "Sister Bing, the materials for this competition are provided by the school, right?"
"Of course." Liang Bing nodded slightly, and then added: "If you need any rare materials, I can sponsor you some personally."
"Then I'll have to trouble Sister Bing." Zhou Chuan replied immediately.
"You're welcome." Liang Bing chuckled and said, "Send me the list of materials I need later. It will arrive tonight. I'm going to continue to provide warmth. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me." After that, she hung up the phone.
Zhou Chuan put away his phone, took out his laptop from his schoolbag, and entered the school's online material library through the campus information portal.
Because he had a clear goal, he quickly selected the materials he needed, compiled them into an order, and sent it to Liang Bing's email.
Just at this moment, the wind and rain outside had subsided a little, and the originally thick black clouds seemed to have holes in them as if poked by swords, revealing a gray light.
Zhou Chuan was afraid that the storm would recur, so he didn't dare to delay any longer. After packing up his things, he left the library directly.
Arriving at the school gate, he took out a life card, Old Man Le, from his heart, whose quality was not even up to white, and drove towards home, seeing many strange vehicles along the way.
"He's wearing a gentleman's hat, a black suit, a walking stick, and four sheep under his seat... The aesthetic style of the other world is really weird."
Zhou Chuan couldn't help but sigh as he watched a gentleman driving a sheep cart gradually go away.
Because the road was slippery, he unconsciously slowed down his speed, which was not fast to begin with. Coupled with the traffic jam caused by the heavy rain, it took him an hour to get home.
When he pushed open the door, he saw his mother opening the window and letting a handsome bird carrying a mail bag and wearing a mail hat into the house.
Watching Zhou Chuan gradually approaching, the bird tilted its head, as if to confirm whether the other party was the recipient.
After being stunned for two or three seconds, he lowered his head, took out an exquisite purse from the mailbag, and placed it in front of Zhou Chuan.
"Thank you." Zhou Chuan thanked him, and saw the bird flapped its right wing proudly, and then turned into a white light and rushed straight into the howling rainstorm.
"Mom, where's my dad?" Zhou Chuan flipped through the material cards in the sachet, and after confirming that they were correct, he turned to look at his mother Zhang Yingli.
"He said he had a temporary assignment and won't be back until tomorrow noon at the earliest." Zhang Yingli said as she closed the window, a hint of worry unconsciously revealing on her face.
Zhou Chuan then remembered that his father, who was a policeman in his previous life, was an elite operator of the Battle Card Master Association in this parallel world. He was most likely dealing with Odin's parade at the moment.
"I see." Zhou Chuan responded, and his desire to become stronger became even more urgent: "Mom, I'll go back to my room to study card making and have dinner later."
"Go ahead." Zhang Yingli waved her hand and continued watching Baihu Evening News.
After Zhou Chuan returned to the bedroom, he poured all the material cards in the kit onto the bed:
As auxiliary materials, the black shroud, tall hat, iron chain, and shackles are all of sufficient white quality, needless to say.
What surprised Zhou Chuan was that the two core material cards, Soul of the Righteous Man and Soul-Catching Chain, were not of the green quality he had expected, but blue, corresponding to the gold-level card maker.
Such high-quality resources would naturally not appear in the collection of a high school, so it goes without saying who produced them.
"Sister Bing is really a rich woman."
Zhou Chuan held the material card code in his hand, his face looking somewhat solemn.
He originally thought Liang Bing was just joking, but who knew that the other party actually sent such precious materials.
He is a very self-aware person. He knows that although he has some talent, in a world full of hidden crises and frequent turmoil, talent is the cheapest thing until it is realized.
To put it bluntly, the talent he currently demonstrates is far less valuable than these two small material cards.
Then Liang Bing’s idea needs to be considered.
"Don't worry about that for now, making the card is the top priority!"
Zhou Chuanxin said, took a piece of A4 paper from the desk, and began to sketch the spirit card according to the idea in his mind:
Green-faced, fang-toothed, fierce-looking, dressed in black, wearing an official hat, holding a soul-catching chain with a curved hook and claws...
With more than thirty years of painting experience in past and present lives, Zhou Chuan was able to quickly put the images in his mind onto paper.
Looking at the lifelike painting, he couldn't help but recite the real name of the card in his mind:
Black Impermanence