[Treasure-Hunting | Card-Counting | All Heavens' Card Spirits | Fiercely Protective and Exhilarating | Absolutely No Saintly Self-Sacrifice]
"You say this is a junk card? Sorry, but I see an orange card."
Psychic energy resurged, and cards ruled the world. Great clans monopolized high-tier divine cards, while commoners were only fit to receive mass-produced white cards.
Lin Mo, a professional gamer from his previous life who had transmigrated, crouched beside a garbage pile on Awakening Day and picked up a damaged scrap card that nobody wanted.
His left eye, the "Card Eye," awakened, allowing him to see through cards' true nature and hidden bonds.
He tore off the old backing, and fierce golden light that could split the sky erupted from the depths of the scrap card. A ten-centimeter-tall, blonde little girl with her hands on her hips and her feet planted on an eraser glared at him furiously. "Where am I? And who are you, brat?!"
A blue card from a great clan's genius overwhelmed the field. "A white card? Hah." Lin Mo flung out three basic white cards and smashed the opponent's stone giant. He lifted his eyes coolly. "Your cards are strong. But you're too weak."
