"Meter reading: zero point zero. No perception."
The technician put away the instrument and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, accept your fate. You will only be sewing useless cards in your life."
This is a world with a highly developed card civilization.
The chaebol monopolizes the energy core, the Chamber of Commerce monopolizes the card base, and the six prestigious universities control the high-end card pattern patents. Common people are only qualified to work as stitchers in OEM factories for a lifetime. The monthly salary is 11 silver baht. Even looking at high-end card patterns is considered infringement.
Until that night, Shen Yan crushed a piece of rusty iron left by his father.
From that day on, he saw something that no one could see...
Cards made by others: After ten years of hard research, exhausting precious materials, he drew the [Explosive Flame Dragon Card] and burned down the city with one strike!
Shen Yan's card making: [Sunlight Afterimage] + [Rusted Iron Sword] + [Dead Man's Obsession] = Rule Level [Sun Slayer Sword]!
In the patent court, the master of Qianji Academy pressed him with the Zhenyuan card pattern that had been passed down for 84 years.
Shen Yan only glanced at it and raised his hand to click on it: "This line is useless."
Forty-three waste lines were redrawn on the spot. The new card was nailed in front of the court—anyone could copy it without receiving a penny.
The day when the god-level aliens arrived, the grandmasters of the six prestigious schools knelt on the ground and changed their names to "acting leaders".
Only Shen Yan stood.
He raised his hand and separated the entire alien star field into a [god-level material card].
"You said the card pattern is patented?"
"Then I will dismantle God's rules, one by one, and return them to this human world."
