Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 107 The Ouija Board is the Darling of the [Prophecy School]

Chapter 108 The Ouija Board is the Darling of the [Prophecy School]

"Brother, you're back!"

My little sister looked up, her eyes sparkling, "Come play with me!"

"What is this thing?"

Zhang Qingzhe bent down and looked at him with some doubt.

"It's a Ouija board!"

The younger sister's tone carried an air of entitlement, as if to say, "Don't you know this? Haven't you ever played with your friends before?"

"This—also falls within the scope of the [prophetic school]?"

"Of course!"

The younger sister nodded vigorously, her cheeks puffing out slightly, looking extremely serious. "The Ouija board is the ideal girlfriend in the eyes of us classical divination practitioners! Both boys and girls dream of successfully summoning it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe felt a chill inexplicably run down his spine.

"Brother, come quick!"

"I'm not playing."

He straightened up, his tone helpless, "Could you get me something—well, something from the mortal realm?"

He sighed and sank into the soft sofa.

Seeing her brother looking preoccupied, the younger sister finally pushed the divination disc aside and scooted over to sit next to him.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

She tilted her head, carefully observing Zhang Qingzhe's expression. "Did Mom call you today?"

"Yes, I did."

Zhang Qingzhe rubbed his temples. "She wired us living expenses."

"Is there anything else?"

"Oh," he paused, "and now there's a younger sister too."

"What?!" The younger sister's eyes widened instantly, as if she felt her position had been shaken.

"She's my cousin," Zhang Qingzhe added.

"I have a cousin? Where is she? What kind of person is she?" the younger sister asked in rapid succession.

"It's quite a coincidence," Zhang Qingzhe said with a wry smile, "she happened to be a classmate of mine at school."

The younger sister suddenly fell silent, blinked her big eyes, and a strange sense of wariness appeared on her face.

She reached out her hand and tugged at Zhang Qingzhe's sleeve.

"Brother," she said softly but seriously, "don't let anyone kidnap you. Don't forget, you still have a little sister here."

"Alright, alright, I got it." Zhang Qingzhe reached out and ruffled her hair.

As usual, Zhang Qingzhe took care of his younger sister and ate dinner.

But my sister seemed a little distracted throughout the evening.

She kept texting on her phone, seemingly eager to contact her mother, who was far away on the moon, to verify more information about this "cousin who fell from the sky."

However, communication seemed to be not going smoothly, and messages seemed to disappear without a trace.

The moon's communication system seems to be quite unstable.

Late at night, I finally managed to coax my younger sister into her bedroom, and the house returned to peace and quiet.

Outside the window, a full moon hangs high, its gentle light shining down.

The evening breeze gently caressed the treetops outside the window, causing the branches and leaves to sway and rustle softly.

Several cicadas, whose days and nights are reversed, are just like corporate slaves working overtime until late at night, still chirping tirelessly.

Zhang Qingzhe sat at his desk and turned on several work lights.

Soft light illuminated the materials scattered on the table, and he began his nightly "homework" once again—

1. Make magic cards.

He followed Wang Dong's advice and is currently focusing on producing the most in-demand [Fireball Card].

But he was somewhat uneasy tonight.

While mechanically repeating the magic circle, I let my thoughts drift away.

Regarding Gu Xintong's departing figure, Lin Wan's inexplicable phone call, and her mother's vague instructions—

Various images swirled in his mind.

Without realizing it, he had made too much.

Two thick stacks of fireball cards were neatly arranged on the corner of the table.

Zhang Qingzhe stopped what he was doing, looked at the results, and felt a complicated sense of regret.

I could have made the Fireball card so efficiently.

However, in the practical classes of the "Sculpting School," he was a "dud" who couldn't even control the most basic elements.

This contrast has always been a thorn in his side.

He subconsciously picked up a newly completed [Fireball Card], feeling the steady flow of energy within it at his fingertips.

As if possessed, he tried to inject a trace of his own magic into it. But the next second, he suddenly woke up and gripped his wrist tightly with his other hand!

He took two deep breaths, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Too dangerous!

His control over the elemental spirits was almost zero, making it impossible for him to accurately measure the amount of magic essence injected.

In the past, every attempt resulted in turning the stable [Fireball Card] into the unstable [Explosion Card].

Zhang Qingzhe calmed himself down and his gaze fell on the card pack next to him.

He suddenly remembered the World card inside.

He took out the card that depicted a strange scene and contained unknown power.

It lay flat in the center of the desk, and under the bright light, I carefully examined the mysterious patterns on it.

Then, he tentatively placed a Fireball card on top of the World card.

After waiting for a moment.

Nothing happened.

Zhang Qingzhe was somewhat disappointed.

To this day, he still cannot figure out the pattern of how the [World Card] absorbs energy.

It seems to act entirely on its own whim, sometimes accepting any energy that comes its way, and at other times showing no interest whatsoever.

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head, preparing to put the two stacks of [Fireball Cards] and [World Cards] into his [Card Pack].

At that moment, a sudden change occurred!

A sudden burst of intense red light erupted from his hand!

Those two stacks of cards together contained at least forty or fifty cards.

As if awakened instantly, they all vibrated and emitted a deep hum!

Zhang Qingzhe's pupils constricted sharply, and his blood almost froze.

Finished!

If these cards were to explode simultaneously out of control, the power would likely be far more terrifying than the previous [Sacrifice Cards]!

Enough to raze the entire residential area to the ground!

I wonder if the gas company can handle such a huge burden.

However, the explosion he feared most did not occur.

The two stacks of [Fireball Cards] only flashed red light intensely, and the vibration lasted for more than ten seconds.

Then, the faint light flowing on the card quickly dimmed, like the receding tide.

The cards that were originally full of energy have become almost blank and useless.

All the energy was absorbed by the "World Card" below like a whale swallowing its prey.

Zhang Qingzhe was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what was happening.

The reason there was no reaction at first was because there was too little energy, and the "World Card" didn't want it.

Does this absorption only occur when a certain threshold is reached?

But why was it possible to feed the battery cards one by one before?

With these questions in mind, he pushed aside the "faded" Fireball card, revealing the "World Card" at the bottom.

He leaned closer to the light and carefully observed the changes on the cards.

The golden dancer in the center of the card is surrounded by guardian spirits representing the four elements: a bird's head, a human head, a lion's head, and a bull's head.

Their gazes seemed to be subtly drawn to the pair of short knives held by the dancer.