Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Author: Marshal Seele

Summary:

Fang Qingyun woke up and traveled to a world of swords and magic. Most of the gods in this world fell into dust for unknown reasons. This world has green-skinned people who can waagh, dwarves who do biochemical things, and elves who work with infantry and tanks. The only true god now is the God of Cards. Fang Qingyun, who has no physical or magical advantages, is having a headache about how to get precious cards. At this moment, the notebook that traveled with him opens the door to the "generalized second dimension" for him...

German General Viola, Maid Guard Evelyn, Violent Lolita Perno, Kendo Girl Mibu Kikuchiyo, Hacker Cat Antina, Chef with the most exploratory spirit Ximi, Ximi's Tsundere Best Friend Tangerine, Succubus Vampire Hybrid Catherine, Light Cruiser Belfast, Changeable Bronya, Black and White Seele: "You procrastinator, it's time to get things done, right?"

Fang Qingyun: "I understand the truth, but can we talk about building hell first..."

Volume One

Chapter 1: What does it mean to depend on each other?

When Fang Qingyun woke up, his first thought was: Why is this bed so hard?

Clearly, when he went to bed, he was sleeping on the two-meter-wide bed at home, which was spacious enough for a person to roll left or right. However, when he woke up, he woke up on a narrow bed with rough handles. With Fang Qingyun's normal width, if he turned over even slightly, half of his butt would be in the air and he could fall off the bed at any time.

He was not covered with a thick quilt, but a thin blanket. It was not flexible enough and would not fit closely even when pressed tightly. Air would leak out from the shoulders when he wrapped it around his body. Its thermal conductivity was surprisingly good. There was no heat in the quilt at this moment. If it were winter now, even with Fang Qingyun's relatively good ability to resist the cold, he would inevitably catch a bad cold.

Fang Qingyun originally wanted to stay in for a while, but the cold air penetrated into the quilt through the gaps, making it very difficult for him to get up. Fang Qingyun got up reluctantly. He was used to getting up at 6:30 in the morning, and would jump out of bed as soon as the alarm went off. If the alarm didn't go off... he could sleep until noon. Now he was woken up by the cold blanket and was in a drowsy state, even a little grumpy after getting up.

Accustomed to wearing glasses, he squinted his eyes subconsciously. As he looked at the surrounding scene, he suddenly realized something: "I am not nearsighted anymore?"

Although the vision of both eyes is 200 degrees, which does not affect my life too much, I still have to wear glasses. Now without glasses, I can see the unfamiliar wooden furniture around me clearly. This makes Fang Qingyun even more puzzled. It can't be possible that someone dragged me away in the middle of the night to do laser surgery?

Excluding the possibility of a friend playing a prank, in fact, no one knows my family's friends, and as for my parents... Based on my understanding of my parents, my parents would not deliberately play such a prank...

Could it be that some production crew had put together a reality show? One of those Western hypnotists who use a simulated world to reflect a person's character and film a reality show to gain ratings, so they kept the change of location a secret from me?

Thinking of this, the slight chill made Fang Qingyun look for clothes. The clothes were placed at the head of the bed, but they were a completely unfamiliar set of Western-style clothes. Fang Qingyun looked around and saw that there were no clothes anywhere else. This place was in line with his habit of putting clothes, so... it should be his clothes, right? Stimulated by the cold wind, Fang Qingyun decided to put them on first.

He compared his memory while putting on his clothes. If it was a reality show, he wondered if some hypnotist had hypnotized his subconscious and changed his life cognition. But from the beginning to the end, except for a few normal stucks, there seemed to be nothing wrong. He then conducted a few short logical reasonings, and there seemed to be no logical deadlocks.

Yes, if the hypnotist hypnotizes the subconscious, then these are all reasonable in the subconscious. Fang Qingyun shook his head and stopped thinking about those things. After all, if he found a flaw, how could the show be filmed? He thought he had understood everything.

As for time travel, the possibility is too low, so let's put it aside for now. Fang Qingyun grinned and shook his head. Although he had thought about time travel during his chuunibyou period, he would definitely not be able to bear it if it really happened to him. Although he was a carefree person who didn't miss home after eating, staying in a different world would definitely drive him crazy.

Not to mention a more realistic problem: if he starts out as an orphan, how would he support himself?

Fang Qingyun pulled at his clothes and straightened them. This set of clothes also had the flavor of the etiquette school uniform he wore in junior high school, with a hint of the English blue flag. The good news was that he had not forgotten how to wear it. Although it was a bit complicated, he still managed to fit himself in.

Fang Qingyun put on his last coat and tucked the shirt that was exposed outside into his pants. After wrapping himself up in layers, he still looked presentable. There was only one small mirror in the room, which was hung quite high. It was probably used to look at his face.

Fang Qingyun looked at his face in the mirror, then touched all parts of his body to confirm that they were all his parts. It was still the same face that scored 6 out of 10. It seemed that apart from the fact that his myopia was gone, there were no other changes on his body.

He dusted off his clothes, prepared himself for a surprise, and put his hand on the brass handle on the door.

It seems that the production team has paid good attention to details, Fang Qingyun thought. He slowly turned the handle and turned his head to confirm the layout of the room. It was his habit to see if there was anything missing before going out. He took a quick glance and found a familiar color at the head of his bed.

Fang Qingyun let go of his hand and walked back to the bed. He took a closer look at the object. It was a notebook with a black cover. It was placed under the pillow with a corner sticking out, which is why Fang Qingyun didn't notice it when he got up.

I don't know what kind of leather or plastic is covering the notebook, the cover feels a bit rough and smooth, the concave and convex pattern is a bit rough, but it is smooth overall. Because of long-term flipping, it has become a bit loose. This modern notebook is out of tune with the whole room and feels a bit like a crane among chickens.

Fang Qingyun was a little bit unbelievable. Why was this notebook under his pillow? This should be his thing, but he usually put this notebook in his schoolbag. If it was a good thing done by the program team... they shouldn't make such a big mistake. So, does this mean that there are clues in this notebook?

Fang Qingyun opened the notebook again. Now he was not sure whether it was his notebook, although there was no flaw on the cover.

There was a line of small gold-plated characters on the cover of the notebook: 2013. Fang Qingyun opened it to check and quickly closed the book. There were four long names of Chuunibyou in the name column. That's right, this was the social death notebook that he used to write novels. It was taken away and passed around, and was laughed at by his classmates before it returned to Fang Qingyun.

Hi, the past is too hard to recall. Fang Qingyun opened his notebook and was surprised to find that all the things he had written before were gone. Originally, about three hundred pages were filled with most of the novel settings, but now they were all gone.

Hmm? Fang Qingyun turned back to the name column and read every word of the name carefully. Yes, it was his own handwriting. The content of this Chuunibyou was not something that ordinary people could achieve. There was also the "family crest" that Fang Qingyun had drawn when he was running the group, and even the tiny crack on the cover was the same.

Fang Qingyun still remembered that he had torn it out when he snatched it from someone's hand. At that time, a self-satisfied and unfamiliar classmate snatched Fang Qingyun's notes, passed them around noisily, and read them out loud. When he pointed at Fang Qingyun and smiled extremely badly, Fang Qingyun wanted to break his fingers for a moment, but his good upbringing allowed him to suppress his anger.

This is also the reason why some people later commented that Fang Qingyun had a violent temper. They always regarded Fang Qingyun, who never showed his emotions, as a soft persimmon. When a piece of plasticine suddenly revealed his sharp side and the nice guy no longer wanted to be a nice guy, they gave Fang Qingyun a negative evaluation, as if this would make him become the soft persimmon he used to be.

It's my book, but I wrote it with a black pen? How could it be erased? Did I use some special ink?

This was a joke. Fang Qingyun treasured this notebook. These were all his precious memories. But Fang Qingyun soon realized that it didn't make sense. If it was wiped, there would always be marks. How could it be so smooth? Like new?

Fang Qingyun suppressed his doubts and tucked the notebook under his elbow. This made him feel like a successful white-collar worker holding documents. It was also a habit.

There was nothing to see in the room, so Fang Qingyun went back to the door, turned the doorknob, and walked out.

When I pushed open the door, I saw a busy scene. It looked like an accommodation floor. The corridor was full of young white people with bags and books, dressed in British style. Most of them had blonde and brown hair. I saw the eye color of several of them, some were blue, and some were emerald green.

Their bags were all different. Some were made of rough cloth, with poor workmanship and cracks all over the straps; some were made of leather with gems hanging on them... Judging from the workmanship of the bags, they didn't look like modern products, at least Fang Qingyun didn't see any zippers.

Some people were still asleep and were putting on their clothes with sleepy eyes. Some people were already dressed and were walking in small groups of two or three in one direction.

This scene silenced Fang Qingyun, who had prepared a lot to say. There was a window not far to the left of his dormitory. He took two steps towards the window and was stunned by the scene in front of him: a British-style campus, street lamps made of unknown gears and crystals, and a teaching building that was the same style as Big Ben but slightly smaller... It didn't look like the original world at all. If the program crew wanted to do this, they would have to transport Fang Qingyun to London and recruit a large number of students to be extras, and even decorate the surrounding environment... Is such a big undertaking really possible?

Could it be... that I really traveled through time?

Fang Qingyun silently kept this idea in mind. There is a lot of evidence to prove this point, but these scenes that can be reproduced in modern society have not completely convinced Fang Qingyun. Steampunk backgrounds are often the end of magic. When technology rises, when you really see magic, Fang Qingyun will believe that all this is not just a set.

Fang Qingyun looked around and seemed to be a noble. People came out of the room on the left one after another. It seemed that there were at least four people in one room. Although Fang Qingyun's furniture was very simple, at least the room he slept in was a single dormitory.

The people coming out of the room on Fang Qingyun's right were all well-dressed nobles. Compared with them, what Fang Qingyun was wearing looked extremely shabby. The man in gorgeous clothes turned his head to glance at Fang Qingyun, pulled his collar and shook it hard, and the hexagonal badges and other things on his clothes jingled and clanged. Even though there was so much space in the corridor, he still chose to squeeze straight past Fang Qingyun, and Fang Qingyun, who tried to make way for him, was knocked off balance.

Is this person crazy? Fang Qingyun felt puzzled, but he did not remember the man's face because of this kind of thing. He was not a vindictive person. This behavior only reminded him of the neurotic American bullying. On the other hand, he was a little face-blind to white people. Remembering a person's face and distinguishing it from a vast crowd was simply a hell of a difficulty.

The large clock tower in the distance suddenly made a loud noise, and the sound of the time announcement made the students speed up. Seeing Fang Qingyun standing there in confusion, a classmate in the dormitory on the left came up to greet him in a familiar manner: "Fang Qingyun, why don't you leave?"

This sentence made Fang Qingyun fall into great shock. He could clearly hear that the person was not speaking Chinese. After all, Chinese could not be spoken like a fish blowing bubbles. Moreover, this person had a white face, but Fang Qingyun could understand this mysterious language. The contrast made Fang Qingyun feel a little dizzy, and the black vision that followed made him unconsciously hold the wall next to him.

Oh no, this time I really ran into another world...

The bigger question is…

Damn it, how do we pay for the rent and food here...

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Chapter 2: Great Changes in the Past

This put an end to his idea that this was a prank by the program team. After all, the program team couldn't hypnotize a person to learn a language, right? Now that he was in a different world, he had to adapt to the local customs. From the information he had just gotten from the glimpse, no matter how bad this world was, there should be magic. It was normal to have some forbidden memory checking magic.

He cannot show any abnormality now, otherwise he will be exposed if he is caught and his soul is searched. He has not lived enough and does not want to become a guinea pig.

Realizing that he had left the other person out in the cold for a long time, Fang Qingyun wanted to agree immediately and ask him to take him to the classroom, but he suddenly considered a situation: what if his name in the other world was not this, and that person was calling someone behind him with the same name as his original name? If he agreed, it would be embarrassing to start over again.

Embarrassment is a small matter, but it would be terrible if the truth was revealed.

Fang Qingyun pretended to be thinking and didn't notice him. He paused for three or four seconds to make sure that no one responded. Then he made an expression of "Ah, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" The man nudged Fang Qingyun with the side of his buttocks: "What are you thinking about? Why don't you leave when the clock rings?"

Fang Qingyun had nothing to say. He couldn't just start asking about the surrounding situation. Wouldn't that make people see that there was something wrong? So he suddenly had an idea: "Just now my mind suddenly split. By the way, where is our class?" Fang Qingyun narrowed his eyes and pretended to be thinking hard.

"513, our two classes have always been in the same class." The man was a little embarrassed, wondering if Fang Qingyun was going to return to those nobles and put on that arrogant attitude, and did not respond to his active greetings. Fang Qingyun broke the deadlock at this time, so he followed suit and said that Fang Qingyun should just follow him.

The so-called chat generally refers to the process of information exchange between two or more people, but for Fang Qingyun, a time traveler, it is a process of two people pretending to be nice to each other and giving each other face. Fang Qingyun, who was used to wearing a mask, was well versed in this, and he coaxed the classmate into a daze in a few moves, feeling that they had met too late and wanted to bow down to him.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun successfully brought his own questions about the world view into the conversation, and his tone was full of appreciation and desire to hear your insights.

After all, the essence of chatting is listening. If you listen carefully, nod occasionally, and then make some comments related to the other party's topic, you can effectively make the other party feel that you are very congenial.

Fang Qingyun estimated that his trick could only fool innocent groups like students. As for the old foxes in society, both sides probably knew it tacitly. The two smiling tigers were smiling at each other, which was really scary for those who could see the situation clearly.

However, the reality was different from what Fang Qingyun thought. The classmate was not happy because of Fang Qingyun. The equality in Fang Qingyun's tone made the classmate flattered and chose to open up to him. In this era, it was rare for an aristocrat to be on good terms with commoners and not be superior to others, let alone a down-and-out aristocrat like Fang Qingyun.

When talking to nobles, only commoners are allowed to listen. How can nobles listen to commoners' conversations? If you speak nonsense in front of a noble and make him angry, it is normal for him to break your legs.

Most people might think that a down-and-out nobleman would mingle with commoners in similar situations, but the answer is often counterintuitive. The more down-and-out the nobleman is, the more he will oppress the commoners and distance himself from them in order to return to his own circle.

When Fang Qingyun walked into "Big Ben" and arrived at the classroom on the fifth floor, he also got the information he wanted from that person: this world does have swords and magic, but they have seriously declined.

The original magic was able to move mountains and fill the sea. The most advanced magic could destroy a medium-sized city with one strike. Of course, this did not include the settlements outside the city, but it was also quite terrifying.

As for today's magic... if you want to destroy a city of the same size, you need at least a hundred magicians like the ones back then. Back then, there were only a handful of such magicians in the world, and now there are even fewer after the decline of magic.

The magical materials that were previously wasted have now become scarce due to the scarcity of elements, and even noble wizards have to use them more sparingly.

The so-called "savings" are nothing more than the mage's saving. Originally, he used mana crystals to make disposable items directly, but now he chooses to use mana crystal fragments to condense them. To put it bluntly, the price has been reduced from thirty or forty thousand per meal to more than two thousand per meal. It is still a price that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

On the other hand, all the gods lost contact, and all kinds of magic quickly weakened. The religious lunatics of various sects kept it a secret from each other, so as not to show their weakness. Later, when everyone saw that they could no longer hide it, all the patriarchs held a secret meeting, conducted a showdown and negotiation, and checked the time, and found that all the gods lost contact on the same day.

That year is also known as the first year of the Great Change, marking the beginning of God's abandonment and the beginning of the decline of magic.

The great changes not only had an irreversible impact on spells, but also greatly weakened the physical fitness, racial talents, and special materials of all races. The muscles of the dwarves became weak, the agility of the elves became extremely clumsy overnight, the human warriors became much weaker, and the mages also found that the magic power they had cultivated with great difficulty was rapidly declining like diving. The weakening in these aspects made their current level less than half of what it was before the great changes.

In the past, people had a lot of magic power, so they could rely on it to fight hard and highlight the miracles of great power, just like during the first industrial revolution, if the output of steam engines was enough for airplanes to fly, then the development of world science and technology might have become a steampunk style. And if one day, the output of steam suddenly changed, it would cause great damage and panic to the entire society.

The wise men among the crowd also had to find new motivation. The only possible wise men in the magic world were the wizards who studied spells. At least they were more qualified than the nobles who were still exploiting the fools and the fools who were being exploited.

Gradually, magicians discovered that instead of using weakened magic, spending half a day casting low-level spells with the same weak effects as when they were magic apprentices, it would be better to turn to a new power and offer loyalty.

Of course, this does not refer to the dark god Amon or something like that, but to learning the card forging skills from the only card god who could be contacted through prayer at that time.

The God of Cards is a god who appeared suddenly. He is also the only god who can be contacted since the first year of God's Abandonment.

In the later period, each patriarch originally called his own god, but there was no response. Finally, he could only open a free microphone and hope that someone would answer the call, and the God of Cards was the one who answered the call.

The advantage of cards is obvious, that is, they are highly versatile. Once they are cast, even ordinary people can use the power of the cards as long as they gain the ability to manipulate magic with the help of some equipment, and even have power comparable to that of a normal magician in training.

The agenda of widely promoting the card game caused a heated debate in the Magicians' Guild. There were fights between conservatives and radicals in almost every meeting. The weakening of magic allowed magicians to develop strong muscles over time. With the physical help of staffs, several wizards would be carried out with their heads chopped open and bleeding in every fight.

It was not until later that an apprentice who had learned to use cards successfully defeated two new magicians from the academy. Although he relied on the magic power stored in some of his equipment and won by a bit of a stretch, and he could barely stand when he won, he still managed to deprive the two magicians of all their ability to fight back. Only then did this issue become uncontroversial and was quickly passed and implemented.

Cards can replace magic in most cases. Magic requires a lot of time to study and chant carefully when it is released. Once interrupted, it will cause serious spell errors, which can cause bleeding or even death. However, as long as you inject magic power into the cards, you can use them casually, which is very convenient.

Of course, this does not mean that cards can only be used to cast spells. Cards can not only reproduce the glory of past magic, but also summon powerful followers from another world. However, whether they can command them or not depends on the individual's mental strength.

Compared to cards, which are cheap and convenient carriers, conventional magic is not only dangerous, slow to learn, and has expensive materials, but it is also more than twice as troublesome to use.

For cards, you only need to learn how to cast and use them, but spells are classified into different categories. Different spells require different perceptions and experiences. Although some parts are similar, you still have to learn one more subject if you want to practice both. Just like English and German are from the same language family, but it is still not that easy to actually learn them.

It’s different with cards. If you learn spells and the categories you learn are fire, life, ice, etc., then cards have only one unified name for these: spell cards.

As long as you know how to use one spell card, the rest of the spell cards can be used in this way. Not only does it not require expensive casting materials, it does not require boring magic power training, and it does not even require the user's own magic power to be drawn. It is also very quick to use, and the cards can even be used repeatedly.

The card revolution brought not only changes to magic, but also changes to the world situation. Fang Qingyun was in the Serxi Empire. From the description of this classmate, it can be seen that this should be a republic with a parliament and ministers. It looks like the United Kingdom in another world, but it is still very primitive. The academy he is currently in is the largest card academy in the Serxi Empire in Dongjun. All kinds of noble children, civilians and even students of other races go to school here.

According to Fang Qingyun's previous life, this college should be considered a university in another world.

Chapter 2.5: Further understanding from the authorities

Talking about this, the classmate revealed his undisguised strong disgust for the children of nobles. Considering how familiar he was and the fact that he had absolutely no ill intentions, Fang Qingyun probably had a positioning for himself, probably a poor child or a commoner. Considering his single dormitory, he should be a poor noble. If we speculate further, he might be the kind of person whose title will be revoked soon.

This is all the information I know for now. The next class will be history. If I listen carefully, I should be able to get more information from the teacher.

Fang Qingyun quietly followed the classmate and slipped into the classroom through the back door. Fang Qingyun found a chair and sat down, put his notebook beside him and began to listen to the class attentively.

Fang Qingyun scanned the area and successfully found the show-off in the middle. He was the one with medals jingling all over his body and even walked up to Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun didn't expect that guy was actually in the same class as him. Well, he would just avoid him next time he saw him...

Originally, Fang Qingyun thought that the teacher in the magic world would be a conservative old scholar, who would start to look at them coldly when he saw them coming in through the back door and make them stand while listening to the class.

It turned out that Mr. Stanley in this class was not what Fang Qingyun had imagined. He was not a conservative person. He taught history in an interesting and witty way. Unfortunately, the students were dozing off or slacking off, as if they were playing something like poker.

This made Fang Qingyun, who was listening to the class attentively, look like an excellent student. After asking several questions and looking around, Teacher Stanley didn't know who to choose with his hand in the air. After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked Fang Qingyun who was looking at him.

Fang Qingyun, who had listened to the class carefully, naturally gave face and answered Teacher Stanley's questions clearly. Fang Qingyun's answers seemed to make the show-off very unhappy. He turned his head and looked at Fang Qingyun and snorted, which made Fang Qingyun feel puzzled. It was not appropriate for a boy of his age to be so childish.

This discovery made Fang Qingyun a little worried and terrified. If this guy got angry and sent someone to break Fang Qingyun's legs because of such a small matter... Fang Qingyun would have no choice but to pray that he would not be so petty.

According to Mr. Stanley, the history of this world is very strange. As a multi-ethnic world, it is normal to have fantasy races such as elves and dwarves. But since the disaster called "The Great Change", everything has changed.

The Great Change is a disaster, but also an opportunity. It is also the time point when swords and magic decline as mentioned by classmates.

First of all, the biggest impact was that all gods disappeared, no matter if they were elemental gods like the God of Holy Light or professional gods like the God of Warriors, believers could not receive oracles no matter how devoutly they prayed. At the same time, everyone's racial talents and magic power began to degenerate. The warriors who used to be strong enough to move mountains now had to gasp for air even when moving wood, and the priests who used to be able to summon gods now had great difficulty casting the most basic holy light spells. For a time, people were in a panic.

Two years after all the gods disappeared, the only god who responded to everyone, the God of Cards, appeared. His appearance gave all believers psychological comfort and also "took advantage of the opportunity" to gain the faith of the bewildered believers. Of course, this "took advantage of the opportunity" was added by Fang Qingyun himself, as he really didn't believe in such a coincidence.

The God of Cards holds almost all power. He bestows light on the believers of the God of Light and teaches them to turn their hearts to the light. He bestows power on the believers of the God of Warriors and teaches them to use their abilities properly. Soon, the previous shrines were abolished and razed to the ground, and almost all believers were converted into believers of the God of Cards.

Fang Qingyun always felt that there was something weird about it. The perfect appearance of the God of Cards always gave Fang Qingyun a feeling of conspiracy, but looking at his teaching method, if there were no exaggeration from his believers, he seemed to be a serious and good god, but it could not be ruled out that he was just pretending now.

There are always people who can't let go of the old gods. Those believers who keep the old beliefs are regarded as heretics, and they have indeed done some terrorist attacks, insulting the church of the God of Cards, openly provoking the majesty of the Church, and some people even carried out massacres. The first part doesn't matter, but the massacre at the end really touched Fang Qingyun's bottom line.

Fang Qingyun looked at Teacher Stanley's slightly disgusted and warning expression, and guessed that he was also a devout believer in the God of Cards. However, for a materialist like Fang Qingyun, it was impossible for him to believe in a God. What's more, he had a certain prejudice against the church: he believed that certain things were passed down in the church, whether it was secretly making money or secretly liking little boys.

The appearance of the God of Cards has also changed the situation of various races, and almost all races have undergone earth-shaking changes.

When the dwarfs' main god, forging god, and war god had not disappeared (yes, these three gods of the dwarves were the same person), the dwarfs' capital was Jerusalem, the world's largest metal factory and engineer. And that great change had only begun for a year, and all the dwarves were surprised to find that their forging level and the strength of forging materials had declined rapidly.

Because of this incident, a bunch of elders in the Dwarf Cabinet had their beards turned white with worry. Even if they worked day and night, they could hardly maintain their forging level. As long as they dared to close their eyes for a while, those forging techniques would flow out of their minds like water. Even if they wrote down the previous secret recipes, no matter how they replicated them step by step, the quality of the alloy obtained would be much worse than before.