Who Says the Magic Cards I Make Are Worthless?

Han Yang transmigrates and inherits the original owner's magic card shop. The card-making world is about to face a calamity…

"I'm looking for a magic card with a long-range weapon."

"Here, a Winchester M1887. One shot, one magical beast."

"I want a bow-and-arrow weapon card."

"Here, Green Arrow's custom compound bow, the perfect companion for home or travel."

"I need an equipment card with full-body armor."

"Here, the Mark 42 Prodigal Armor. It's pretty reliable, aside from being a little rebellious."

"Huh? You say I'm a swindler?"

"These are all useless Level Zero cards that can't channel magic?"

"You're not going to pay?"

"Well, then, that's too bad." Han Yang rolled up his sleeves, his gaze benevolent.

"Besides making cards, I happen to know a thing or two about fighting."

"Oh, you want cards with supernatural properties? You should've said so sooner~"

"Take a look."

"Flame Mantra, Clear Sky Hammer, Bilgewater Cutlass, Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame, Chaos Pangu Axe…"