To fight against the curse of the alien gods, the power of human cards came into being.
At the hundredth Card Trial, prodigies abound.
Some put Chinese history to use, bringing civilization back to life.
Some excel at creating individual entities, commanding the life in their palms to fight.
Some develop all-round abilities, bringing out the full potential of every high-grade card.
And then there are those who...
Awaken only an attack card that doesn't suit their nature, have no materials to create their own cards, and rummage through the trash in a sorry state to find a discarded basic flight card.
Then she enters the competition with this makeshift setup.
After all, the world of cards has its own class system.
Talent comes first.
But with enough hard work, experience, or family backing, you might make it to the front ranks when the time is right.
But what is talent?
You Jing doesn't know.
All she knows is that she can't afford to keep her favorite flight card. Driving cards that aren't your heart-source starter cards takes a lot of money and materials, and she has neither.
If she joins the trial, maybe she can find a few materials and briefly enjoy a little peace.
In three months, she'll say goodbye to it all.
The three months really are about to end.
That day, You Jing's beloved flight card is trampled underfoot by a cruel, favored prodigy, treated like dirt.
She looks up at the countdown on the sky screen and at her ranking, which she can never seem to climb no matter how hard she tries.
When I was little, I didn't dare cry. At school, I kept silent. When I grew up, I held the attack card I didn't like at all, at a loss for what to do.
But the adults said, "That is your life."
You Jing picks up the flight card fragments in a sorry state.
But what if I don't think so?
In that instant, a small, bloodstained fragment flies from You Jing's palm and drifts toward the sky.
The people of the world stare in shock as the trial arena's sky changes color.
The high-ranking alien gods hidden throughout the arena, each one of which the favored prodigies can only barely kill by working together, all turn to dust the moment that blood-red light blooms.
How dazzling.
The people can't help thinking.
A true genius has been born.
1. A coming-of-age story.
2. The blurb will be revised again.
Theme: Ideals
