Card simulation, starting with the Goblin Deserter

"Long time no see, darling."

Bob slowly emerged from the darkness, his smile shrouded in shadow, appearing menacing and terrifying.

He was still wearing his usual suit and leather shoes, but Soraka knew perfectly well that he was not himself.

"Don't talk to me in that disgusting tone," Soraka said coldly.

Bob clutched his heart, looking as if he had been hurt, his face filled with frustration.

How could you say such a thing to your father?

"Come here, child, let Daddy give you a hug..."

Just as Bob stretched out his arms and approached Soraka, the card she was holding suddenly flashed white light!

Three-star epic card: [Light Piercing Slash]!

A thick stream of magic power rushed towards Bob, but it was easily neutralized by a high-level defensive card.

Sensing the intense killing intent emanating from Soraka, Bob stopped laughing and reverted to his cold, aloof nature as a creature of the Mystic Realm.

He looked at Soraka, expressionless: "As the best student in Class Two, the Dean asked me to give you a reward."

award?

Soraka remained unmoved, several cards hovering around her, already prepared to fight to the death.

Upon seeing this, Bob's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

"The reward is that I'll tell you how to clear this secret realm..."

He casually held up a card, and Soraka's body was instantly restrained.

Bob, unfazed by his "daughter's" murderous glare, said...

"It's very simple. To completely complete the game, all you need is for any one of you to collect enough credits."

credit?

Soraka was startled, but Bob, seeing through her thoughts, burst into laughter.

"How about that? Isn't it easy to understand?"

"Just like when you were taking classes in that 'academy,' you could earn credits by performing well in any subject and receiving instruction from the corresponding teacher."

He waved his hand, and a special magical force composed of the power of the secret realm entered Soraka's body.

[Student: Jessie Sola]

Current credits: 1

"These are the credits you earned in advanced mathematics. You need to accumulate ten credits to leave this college."

As Bob explained, a strange smile appeared on his face. He looked at Soraka and said...

"I will be teaching your class tomorrow, and the content will be very simple..."

"All you need to do is make one epic card with a rating of 8 or higher, regardless of star level."

"How about that? Wasn't it easy?"

Bob's smile grew even more unrestrained, while Soraka's expression darkened.

She stared at that familiar face and snapped, "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Even Jesse Bob himself can't consistently create epic cards with a rating of 8 or higher!"

"Your request is an impossible task! Most of them have never even tried making cards before, how could you!!!"

Soraka's expression was more furious than ever before. As the card maker herself, she understood even more clearly how unreasonable Bob's demands were!

Even though Soraka has been involved in card making since childhood and has a card maker father, his current skill level is only able to produce excellent cards with a rating of around 5.

How big is the difference between Fine and Epic? If measured in numbers, it's roughly 100 to 1000!

What is the difference between a 5-point Excellent card and an 8-point Epic card?

It can't even be measured in numbers; it's like heaven and earth!

Seeing Soraka's fury, like a young tiger, Bob laughed even harder, a hidden hatred suddenly flashing in his eyes.

"You care about their lives?"

"How about this then? I'll give you a private card-making course now..."

"Since you're my daughter, I'll give you credits if you can create an epic card with a score of 8 or higher, and you won't have to go to class tomorrow..."

"How is it?"

In the darkness, Soraka's expression suddenly calmed down.

She looked at Bob, who seemed to know her inside and out, and without asking what would happen if the card failed to be made, she simply said in a calm and decisive voice.

"Take me to the card-making room."

Upon hearing this, Bob smiled and immediately turned to walk towards the stairwell, with Soraka following behind him without hesitation.

In fact, Soraka knew very well that she couldn't create an 8-point epic card...

But what she knew even more clearly was that she was the only person in the entire secret realm who had a chance of earning Bob's credits.

Even though this hope was so faint that she herself couldn't see it clearly, she absolutely could not allow this mysterious creature, who looked exactly like her father, to wreak havoc in the class.

In the last moment before stepping into darkness, Soraka glanced back in the direction of Class 1, then walked in without hesitation.

-

Meanwhile, in Class 1

The door slowly opened.

As that figure appeared, the students, who had been trained by Hayes to always wear a smile, all held their breath.

Even Hayes himself rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things...

What did they see?

A "creature" wrapped in various luxury goods and gold and silver jewelry into a sphere stepped into the classroom!

Good evening, everyone...

After seven or eight layers of veils, Grace blushed and gave a shy smile.

A dozen or so magical hands, adorned with jewelry and dragging high heels, then crawled into the classroom, swaying their bodies like a personal cheerleading squad for their owner.

At that moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds...

What the hell is this?!

Hayes was the first to react. Looking at the "ball," he stood up, forced a smile, and shouted loudly.

"Let us welcome the most beautiful lady of the evening—Professor Grace!!!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause immediately filled the classroom!

Immediately afterwards, as rehearsed beforehand, several students rushed to praise Grace.

Even Gentry, on whom Hayes had placed high hopes (through force), somehow produced a rose from somewhere, held it in his mouth, and presented it to Grace.

"Oh, please don't be so polite, children!"

Clutching the rose, Grace was overjoyed and looked at the smiling faces filling the classroom. She burst into tears of happiness.

As she wiped away her tears, the silver chains covering her entire arm jingled.

Grace cried, "I have never heard such sincere praise from a student before."

"Everyone tells me, Grace, you're not suited to be a teacher; you're better suited to talking to soldiers in the army..."

"But my childhood dream has been to become a teacher that students love!!!"

Grace's cries grew louder and louder, eventually echoing throughout the entire classroom.

Those demonic hands lowered their "heads," as if they were empathizing with some painful memories.

Hayes thoughtfully pulled out a pack of tissues and handed it to Grace, gripping her shoulder with eager eyes.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Professor? You're everyone's most respected and beloved professor!"

"The other teachers in the college are nowhere near as good as you!"

"Don't you all agree?"

"Yes!" the whole class shouted in unison.

Grace burst into laughter through her tears. Looking at the students, she suddenly ripped off the veils covering her face and exclaimed happily.

"Great, kids! I've always wanted to make myself beautiful and perfect, but these things are so troublesome and uncomfortable to wear..."

"Since everyone genuinely likes me, I don't need to wear these annoying things anymore!"

In an instant, a small portion of the jewelry covering Grace fell off.

Hayes was still standing there smiling, but then, one by one, the pieces of jewelry fell off.

A familiar, chilling aura emanated from Grace's body as she gradually revealed her true form.

The smiles on the faces of the students in the first few rows closest to her suddenly froze, and their previously eager eyes gradually filled with fear...