chsdbacks Chapter 3 Card Making
Chapter 3 Card Making
An hour later, a series of urgent knocking sounds rang out.
Lin Mo looked up and discovered that this time the delivery was made by a night owl that was entirely emerald green.
He paused for a moment, then quickly went forward and opened the window.
However, to Lin Mo's somewhat amusement and exasperation,
After the owl came in, it neither checked the recipient's information nor asked him to sign for the package as required.
He tossed the box containing the material cards onto the table and immediately disappeared.
Its speed was so rapid that it was truly astonishing.
However, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blurry green light and disappeared completely into the wind and rain.
Something's not right.
Watching the owl's departing figure, Lin Mo's eyes suddenly narrowed, his fingertips gently stroking his chin, a strange unease rising in his heart.
In the original owner's memory, these owls responsible for delivering goods were all specially trained.
He is in a very stable mental state and strictly follows the rules and procedures.
I would never be so reckless as I am today!
There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.
Unless... something is happening that could make it disregard even the rules!
Or rather, it is already imminent.
The moment the thought formed in his mind, Lin Mo didn't hesitate for a second and slammed the window shut.
At the same time, he took out more than a dozen white cards from the drawer and stuck them on the windowsill, door, ceiling, floor and the surrounding walls.
These are "Guard Cards" specially issued by the Kyushu Card Makers Association to residents of settlements to protect against the Kuroshio Current.
While we can't deal with the "abnormal variant," we can still manage to delay it temporarily.
However, given the current special circumstances, we can only use it as a temporary emergency measure.
After doing all this, Lin Mo slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on the spirit material box.
He gently lifted the lid of the box, carefully checked that the materials inside were correct, then drew the curtains and sat down at the table.
Arrange all the material cards neatly, and prepare the necessary card-making tools such as drawing pens and magic potion.
Lin Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused his mind.
His spiritual power surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing the items on the table, and slowly rose with his consciousness...
When Lin Mo opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange space filled with swirling clouds and a vast, dreamlike atmosphere.
This is the unique mental space for each card maker.
The sea of mind, also known as the sea of consciousness.
All the cards he creates in the future will be nurtured here, and all card-related operations such as card combining, advancement, and enhancement will also be carried out here.
In other words, this is the real place for card production.
Legend has it that deep within this universe, there exists a true void sea of the heart.
It is a vast projection formed by the condensation of the spirit and will of all intelligent beings in the world, boundless and immeasurable, containing countless treasures that card masters crave throughout their lives.
Whether this legend is true or false remains to be seen.
Lin Mo's gaze sharpened, and he quickly calmed himself down, raising his hand and waving it gently.
Eight material cards rose into the air and floated in a row.
"The first step is to decide on a real name!"
He raised his hand and used his mental power to draw the drawing pen from the air, where he wrote numbers swiftly and powerfully.
The moment the last stroke was made, the entire sea of my heart was suddenly filled with dazzling light.
The countless points of light rapidly converged and condensed, eventually transforming into two radiant characters—【Mountain Spirit】.
The moment the true name was finalized, all eight material cards simultaneously burst forth with brilliant light.
Seeing this, Lin Mo seized the opportunity and immediately began the second step: narrative construction.
[Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, clouds and dreams are vast and boundless. In the southern border of Chu, mountains stretch endlessly, coexisting with the marshes, bathed in the Chu culture and witchcraft for a thousand years.]
The spirits of mountains and marshes are neither righteous gods, nor wild monsters, nor the souls of the dead. They are the fusion of the essence of mountains, rivers, clouds, dew, plants, and the spirits of human shamans, forming a soul known as the "Mountain Spirit."
She dwells on the slopes of a mountain, hidden among the pines and cypresses. When she goes out, she rides a red leopard, followed by a civet cat, uses magnolia as her carriage, adorns herself with a banner of cassia wood, wears a robe of orchid, and fastens her belt with asarum.
[He drinks the dew that falls from magnolias in the morning and eats the fallen petals of autumn chrysanthemums in the evening; wherever he goes, the grass and trees flourish in spring, and all the beasts greet him.]
As I wrote this, the main material, 【Mandrill - Woman】(Green), suddenly lit up with a pale green glow, absorbing the several material cards next to it.
A blurry, ethereal image faintly appeared on the card.
Lin Mo was completely unaware of this; his entire mind was immersed in the narrative of "Nine Songs: Mountain Spirit".
He is not replicating a cold text, but restoring the complete life of a deity from the Chu region.
Living in secluded bamboo groves, drinking from mountain springs, and bathing in the gentle breeze;
Tame mythical beasts, guard mountains and marshes, and vanquish evil spirits;
……
Once, a young master made a promise with her to meet on a mountaintop, to experience the joys and sorrows of life together.
She dressed in her finest attire for the meeting, waiting from the first light of dawn until the clouds threatened rain; from a clear blue sky until the day was shrouded in darkness.
She never saw the man who had kept his promise; the wind rustled, the trees sighed, and she could only grieve for her beloved.
She stood in the rain, without resentment or hatred, only a deep sense of melancholy and pure waiting.
As long as the mountains and rivers stand, and the fragrance never fades, her unwavering devotion will never dissipate.
With the final stroke, Lin Mo brought the drawing pen in his hand to a steady stop.
The entire card suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, eventually condensing into complex and profound runes, which were engraved on the back of the card.
The card trembled slightly, then suddenly flipped over, revealing a card surface shrouded in mist and hazy indistinctness.
Lin Mo knew that they had now reached the extremely important third step: the creation of the card pattern.
He dared not relax for a moment, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, concentrated his mind again, and began to sketch.
This step is an extreme test of the card maker's mental fortitude.
It is necessary to use spiritual power as a guide to completely and clearly depict and define the true form of Kaling.
If one's mental strength is insufficient, at best the card-making will fail, and at worst one will suffer a backlash that damages one's very essence.
But Lin Mo was not afraid.
Thanks to the advantages brought by time travel, his mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people.
We naturally have extraordinary confidence in taking this step.
As time slowly passed, the card surface, which was originally shrouded in mist, gradually became clear, with patterns spreading outwards.
On the contrary, Lin Mo's face grew increasingly pale.
Clearly, even with his newfound mental strength after transmigrating, completing this step would be extremely difficult.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt a splitting headache, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he was about to give up.
Just then, the entire card suddenly emitted a soft, warm, azure light.
The excruciating pain receded instantly like a receding tide, the exhaustion vanished abruptly, and a sense of relief washed over me.
When I opened my eyes again, the card pattern had already been drawn.
A faint mountain mist rose from the surface of the card, and a slender and graceful goddess figure slowly took shape on the card.
She stood atop a misty mountain, her eyes filled with affection, a smile playing on her lips.
Clad in a robe of creeping fig and sash of dodder, he leans against a red leopard, with a civet cat at his feet.
Behind them was a carriage made of magnolia wood, and flags woven from cassia branches fluttered in the mountain breeze.
Every frown and movement, every blade of grass and every tree, is vividly portrayed.
"Finally finished!"
Lin Mo let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes brimming with a smile he could no longer hide.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
The surrounding scenery seemed to be swept away by the river of time, rapidly receding and dissolving, as if the world had changed in an instant.
He saw a hazy, ethereal figure coming from the horizon, gazing at him across the vast expanse of time.
This one glance seemed to transcend endless time and space, piercing through the dust of eternity.
An indescribable pain suddenly swept through my body.
Lin Mo felt his remaining spiritual energy being instantly drained away by something, leaving him completely empty in an instant.
Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long.
A moment later, all the strange phenomena before his eyes disappeared, and his mind returned to calm.
Before him, only a card floated silently, surrounded by a rich and clear bright purple aura, mysterious and magnificent.