Until before going to bed, Mike didn't find a chance to chat with the three children.
He always felt that there was something unusual about the three of them today.
Sitting at the table in the bedroom, Mike routinely makes cards.
Speaking of cards, in addition to supplementing some more frequently used cards, the cards Mike has recently produced are mainly character cards.
After spending two hours, Mike made a new character card. With a thought, he summoned the eternal cigarette box, pulled out an old card, and put the new card in it.
He replaced almost one-third of the fifty-four cards in the Eternal Cigarette Box with character cards.
Character cards require more time than skill and item cards.
After so many years, his card collection has become very impressive.
"However, we have to clean up the card library and consume the low-level cards first."
His current ability level is Lv3, and the embodied objects and cards he creates are called Lv3.
The improvement in his ability level not only expanded and improved the scope of his manifestations, but also made the cards he produced much more powerful.
The same cards, especially skill cards, even if they are of the same skill, the effects of the cards produced now will be better than those at lower levels, and the power will be greater than before.
For example, a Fire Release and Fireball skill card can be produced at Lv2, but its power will definitely not be as powerful as one produced at Lv3.
As for the items, it is reflected in the maintenance time, which has become longer.
In short, the higher the ability level, the more powerful and longer-lasting the embodied cards produced.
Maintaining the existence of the card requires consuming the power of manifestation.
Although each card is very small, over the years, he has accumulated more and more cards. This accumulation, the amount of materialization power that needs to be consumed every day is very objective.
For this reason, he started the replacement work when his ability level reached Lv3.
Save high-level cards and try to use low-level cards when using them.
But after looking at the inventory in his mind, Mike sighed.
This is a huge project...
Mike turned off the desk lamp and was about to get up to go to bed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Amidst several harsh sounds, finger-sized holes appeared on the wall in front of Mike.
Are there enemies
Sniper
Mike's eyes narrowed, and several cards instantly appeared in his hand. When a mental scanning skill was used, a shield was put on him.
But the next second, his face began to twitch crazily from the corners of his eyes. By the end, his face had lost control and became very evil.
no enemies…
Charles and Eric were already asleep, and Clark... was pulling up his pants in a panic, with a look of shame on his face
Mike stood up, looked at the small hole penetrated in the wall, was silent for a moment, and hammered the wall hard twice.
Then, he sat in a chair and thought for a few minutes, and finally decided to talk to Clark.
As a father, he feels it is his responsibility to provide guidance and popularize basic knowledge for his children.
Knocking on Clark's door, Mike said in a stiff voice: "Clark, dad wants to talk to you."
"I'm already asleep!"
Clark's somewhat panicked voice sounded.
Mike raised his eyes, pushed open the door and walked in. He opened the door smoothly and saw Clark hiding under the quilt with his head covered.
Seeing Clark's appearance, Mike, who was a little embarrassed at first, couldn't help laughing.
After looking at the hole in the wall, Mike closed the door and said, "Let's talk about that hole."
"I have no idea."
Mike smiled softly and said, "You have grown up. This is a normal thing for men. Dad will not blame you."
Clark was silent, but looked at Mike secretly with his eyes.
Mike coughed lightly and said, "Don't overdo it, it's not good for your health."
"Also, practice your strength. I don't want your next date to turn into a murder scene."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mike held back his laughter, walked out of the room quickly, and closed the door smoothly.
Listening to the sound of the light door, Clark exposed his head and took a long breath.
He was so embarrassed just now that he wanted to burn through the earth with his heat vision.
But... a murder scene
A picture flashed through his mind involuntarily. Clark wailed and covered himself with the quilt again.
It's all Charles and Eric's fault. If they hadn't broadcast the encrypted channel in the afternoon, this wouldn't have happened tonight!
Ah!
He growled lowly and got off the bed in shame and anger.
"boom!"
**A hole appeared instantly.
Clark stiffened, lay on his back, moved his body, and blocked the fist hole.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, it won't be awkward when you fall asleep...
But the real situation was that Clark didn't dare to look at Mike the whole next day.
This situation lasted for three days, and then the incident slowly faded away, and Clark returned to normal and dared to look at Mike.
Mike said he didn't care.
After all, the school also recommends that parents spread relevant knowledge to their children, and the children have also learned relevant knowledge in school when they reach a certain age.
Although Clark's situation is unique... life goes on as usual.
Since the encrypted channel was unlocked for unknown reasons that day, Eric and Charles have been fighting for the TV signal box, trying to recreate the scene. After trying dozens of times without results, they slowly give up.
…
Clark's School.
Wearing headphones, Clark sat in the playground and looked at the boys sweating on the playground. Clark's eyes were calm, with a trace of unnoticeable desire.
"Clark! Why are you here alone?"
A girl with bronze skin walked up to Clark, knelt down and looked at Clark curiously.
Clark took off his headphones, nodded politely to the girl, and said, "Belle."
Belle looked into Clark's blue eyes, her face flushed slightly, and said, "Aren't you going to play football? I see you like it very much."
Clark shook his head.
Belle was a little disappointed. She also wanted to see Clark galloping on the court.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, the ball on the court was accidentally kicked away by a boy and flew towards them. Clark stretched out his hand.
"boom!"
The football was caught by him steadily.
The girl's frightened eyes instantly turned into surprise.
At this moment, Clark seemed to be glowing in her eyes.
"Hey! New transfer student, stay away from that nerd, or be careful of getting infected!"
The boys on the court laughed loudly, their words full of sarcasm.
Belle looked at several people angrily and said, "You are the nerds!"
The boys were stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, making obscene gestures at Clark, and were booed.