On Awakening Day, my talent is a pair of ancestral tarot cards, rated F.
The principal shakes his head. My classmates laugh: “What can those things do? Tell fortunes on a pedestrian bridge? Ten yuan a reading?”
To help support my family, I quit school and entered the nightlife business, becoming the top male model at an exclusive club. The job was simple: keep smiling and drink whatever the customers handed me.
Then a rich woman nearly killed me by forcing me to drink a vial of gene serum worth 300,000 yuan, and a voice full of cruel amusement exploded in my mind:
[Want to live? First complete your beginner quest: Tell your target, “Your fate is lacking in virtue.”]
I did as instructed, earning an ashtray to the forehead and one precious [Card Draw].
[Want to turn over a card? First carry out your punishment: Imitate a sad frog, circle the room once, and croak “Forever alone!”]
To get stronger, I humiliated myself beyond repair. But I also officially bound the [Myriad Worlds Tarot System].
From then on, I threw the high-martial world completely off balance.
While the world's prodigies trained hard, I stood in the street and recited love poems to thin air.
While powerful factions battled to the death, I was forced to perform a mating dance for my enemies.
Everyone thought I was a harmless, goofy male model.
Then a global beast tide erupted. S-rank powerhouses fell one after another, and humanity's defenses teetered on the brink of collapse.
I stepped onto the front-line ramparts and, under the desperate gazes of billions, pulled out the tarot deck everyone had once mocked.
“Don't panic,” I told the world behind me. “The situation is still under control.”
“I'll draw a few old-timers from the cards...”
The cards flipped one by one, their radiance splitting the sky.
“...to give everyone a little entertainment.”
Dragon's Roar
