Magic Card Era: Infinite Deck Enhancement — Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Sistermon!

“Elf Magic Cards and Special Magic Cards?” Meng Ningdie murmured, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise.

While Cang Ao had previously encountered Skill Cards—a specific subcategory of Special Magic Cards—this was the first time she was hearing about such distinct classifications. A deep curiosity lit up her delicate features. “Could it be that what Luke just crafted was actually one of those Special Magic Cards you mentioned, Teacher?”

To her, the weight of this revelation rivaled the birth of an Original Magic Card. It might even be more terrifying. After all, even a powerhouse like the Night Queen had only managed to forge a handful of Special Magic Cards over the years, proving just how excruciatingly difficult the process was. If Luke was casually forging a Special Magic Card right now, his talent was monstrous.

‘Is this guy even human?’she thought, a cold thrill brushing her skin.’Could he be the reincarnation of some ancient sovereign?’

At that moment, both she and Cang Ao felt a tingling numbness spread across their scalps.

“It remains a mere possibility,” the Night Queen said, shaking her head with a slow, measured grace. She was extrapolating from limited data, and she refused to state it as absolute fact.

Completed Special Magic Cards, even Original ones, did not trigger celestial phenomena. When Luke had crafted Magic Cylinder and Spellbook, no pillars of creation light had pierced the sky. Because of this, the Night Queen still harbored a few doubts. Having crafted them herself, she understood the true nature of their difficulty.

It was not the physical crafting that posed a challenge, but the lore. The background setting had to perfectly harmonize with the Magic Card Spirit. Without a suitable foundation to support it, a Spirit could not wield the card, rendering the creation meaningless. Worse, if a Special Magic Card’s lore clashed with the Elf using it, it would actively suppress the Spirit’s power—a catastrophic net loss.

“Special Magic Cards are designed to complement Elf Magic Cards,” the Night Queen continued, her voice smooth but carrying the weight of absolute authority. “A Master creates the Elf first, then tailors the Special Magic Card to fit them. That is the natural order. Because of this, even I do not waste excessive energy on Special Magic Cards. The Elf is always the foundation.”

But Luke was building a new worldview from scratch. He was forging the supplementary tools before the inhabitants, shattering common sense. The Night Queen never expected to witness a high school examinee casually dabbling in the nearly lost art of Special Magic Card creation.

Even if these were just her conjectures, the emergence of a second original worldview, combined with this suspected display of lost techniques, made Luke’s performance staggering.

[Sistermon: A female Digimon clad in a doll-like costume. She possesses three distinct forms: Blanc, Noir, and Ciel. In her baseline state, she manifests as Sistermon Blanc.]

[Unlike her twin sisters—Noir, who boasts a radiantly sunny disposition, a talent for lifting spirits, and an innocent, carefree demeanor; and Ciel, who remains steady, generous, and internally resilient—Blanc’s personality is notably more reserved and quiet.]

[Through the unique trait of Network Evolution, Sistermon can fluidly shift between her three forms. She also wields a core ability known as Awakening. Upon Awakening, she can unleash devastating power for a brief, explosive window.]

[Depending on the chosen evolutionary path of her current form, Sistermon can Digivolve into higher-tier, specialized variants, adapting to any combat environment.]

Luke reviewed the Digivice’s data, his lips curving into a faint, satisfied smile. He pulled his focus back to the Constructor. After the long detour of building the device, it was finally time to forge what the rest of the world considered a normal Magic Card.

This time, his target was Sistermon, a concept he had been mapping out for weeks.

Compared to the grueling, soul-draining process of forging Dark Magician Girl and Red-Eyes Meteor Dragon, weaving Sistermon’s code felt incredibly swift. It was even faster than assembling the Digivice. In his grand design, Sistermon’s baseline power level was not meant to eclipse his ace monsters; she was a versatile foundation, starting at a slightly lower tier.

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Seconds later, a holographic projection of the petite, cloaked Digimon materialized within the Constructor. Luke moved with practiced precision, tossing in his pre-selected catalysts. A Doll’s Heart, a Holy Trident, and a sequence of rare supplementary ores dissolved into a glowing liquid, washing over the blank card and infusing it with life.

[Construction successful. Magic Power Feedback obtained!]

A towering pillar of creation light erupted from the crafting station. It was blindingly dense, a physical column of raw energy that shattered the quiet atmosphere of the unified examination space, painting the arena in a magnificent, overwhelming glow.

In the VIP viewing room, the tension snapped. Cang Fenghua and the others, who had been sweating over Luke’s apparent failure with the Digivice, immediately sat up straight, their eyes locked on the brilliant light.

“He succeeded!” Principal Gu exhaled, slumping back into his plush leather seat as a massive weight lifted from his chest.

Beside him, Cang Fenghua and Chairman Yu mirrored his relief. They had bet heavily on this boy. Watching a genius potentially ruin his future over a single stubborn assessment had been agonizing. Now, the gamble had paid off.

“I wonder what grade he managed to hit this time,” Principal Gu muttered, his mind already spinning with possibilities. “Though, honestly, it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s a success and he clears the first stage, he’s safe.”

Unless a Master actively broadcasted their card’s data, the exact stats of an Original Magic Card remained hidden within the blinding light.

“It won’t be anything lower than a Six-Star,” Chairman Yu said slowly, his voice carrying a heavy, knowing tone as he thought back to the terrifying anomaly Luke had triggered days ago. “In fact, I’d wager it’s a Seven-Star Magic Card. Or perhaps even an Eight-Star.”

“Eight-Star?!” Principal Gu choked on his breath. Everyone except Cang Fenghua—who had already been briefed—stared at the Chairman in absolute shock.

Only now did they realize what kind of monstrous trump card Luke was hiding. An Eight-Star Magic Card had never appeared in the history of the college entrance examinations.

If Chairman Yu’s claim was true, Luke could craft a literal piece of trash One-Star card right now and still utterly dominate the final scoreboards. The lingering gloom vanished, replaced by a dizzying euphoria. The kid was holding a royal flush; he could play the rest of the game blindfolded.

Back in the high-tier observation deck, the atmosphere was far more composed.

“It certainly succeeded,” the Night Queen noted, her tone calm. As a sovereign Creator of Original Magic Cards, she had sparked such celestial phenomena more times than she could count.

“Speaking of which,” Cang Ao said, leaning back in his chair and exhaling a long, quiet breath. “The last time an examinee managed to capture Your Highness’s attention like this… was back when Little Meng took her exam.”

It was the truth. Looking back through the annals of the exams, it was astonishingly rare for a single student to alarm so many heavyweights, let alone draw the gaze of the Eastern Region Lord herself. The last time this room had felt this kind of electric anticipation was the day the Night Queen took Meng Ningdie as her personal disciple.

“Isn’t this exactly what you wanted to see?” the Night Queen asked, her lips curving into a half-smile that was equal parts elegant and dangerous.

Cang Ao coughed, awkwardly shifting his gaze away. He had, admittedly, used Meng Ningdie’s presence as bait to pique the Queen’s interest in this exam. But could anyone blame him? Running Cang Capital was hard enough without missing out on a generational monster like Luke.