svetikya Chapter 101: Printing cards is driving people crazy!
Chapter 101: Printing cards is driving people crazy!
Ding-dong-
You Ming's phone rang; it was a message from Elder Jin Sen:
"Young man, come with me to Tokyo next week. The leaders in Tokyo have decided to hold an awards ceremony for the top 100."
Your award has been approved; I reckon it'll be a medal of merit.
You Ming paused on the screen, then pinched the phone's edge hard with his fingertip before replying, "Received."
But deep down he thought, merit is good, but it's still not as good as a deck that he can hold in his hands.
If you can't create powerful cards yourself, you'll ultimately have to rely on others.
Back home, You Ming threw his phone on the sofa and began planning the future of his deck.
Finding cards from ruins is just one of his two methods; there's a chance he might fail in fooling Kaito.
He knew all too well that in the world of duels, only one's own strength and cards were truly reliable.
He discovered that although his original self lacked dueling talent, he seemed to have an exceptionally strong talent in perception.
He just tried making a fireball in the warehouse at the Heart Garden Center, and it worked on his first try.
This made him clutch the fireball card, his heart surging with anticipation.
This shows that the original owner's talent in this area must have been quite good.
Therefore, his best approach is to try printing the cards himself.
As one of our teachers aptly put it, "It's better to have your own than to have your own parents. Self-reliance leads to abundance."
If you hire someone to do it yourself, who knows if some unscrupulous merchants will cut corners along the way?
So he suddenly pulled open the drawer, took out the card-making materials he had purchased at a high price from Xinyuan Center, and slammed them on the table.
He began attempting to create his first Tier 1 Xyz Monster.
However, while the ideal was perfect, reality was far from ideal...
"Oh no, this stroke is wrong."
When the first card was ruined, he slammed his pen on the table, the ink on the card spreading out like an unsightly scar.
The second card also failed, and he crumpled the useless card into a ball and threw it in a corner.
The third attempt also failed. He raised his hand and wiped his face, his fingertips rubbing the still-wet ink across the card, making a mess.
Sweat began to seep from You Ming's forehead, and his hand gripping the pen trembled slightly.
I finally realized that creating Xyz Monsters in a proper and serious way is completely different from using ordinary Spell Cards.
In terms of materials, a card mainly consists of two parts: the card material and the card ink.
Card material is the entirety that carries the card ink, while the card ink is the bridge that outlines the communication between the entire card and the spirit world.
Anyone who has watched Yu-Gi-Oh! knows that Duel Cards are essentially carriers of creatures that exist in the Spirit World.
A card is a medium.
If your card does not contain any spirit power, then using this card will fail.
For example, those cards in GX that have been corrupted by dark forces.
To put it bluntly, the more realistic your drawing is, the more likely you are to attract the spirits of the card world to possess it.
The composition of card ink is very complex, and how to prepare card ink is a fundamental skill that every card printing alchemist must learn.
Because drawing on cards is not simply a matter of drawing a picture; it requires using one's own perception and control to combine the card ink with the material.
This greatly increases the difficulty of card production.
Previously, Yu Ming only chose to make Fireball. Fireball cards are relatively simple, and their effects are not strong enough, making communication with the Elf Realm very easy.
So it was done in no time.
But now, staring at the ink on the pen tip, he felt as if the liquid had its own consciousness.
He desperately tried to activate his senses, but only felt a sharp pain in his mind.
I had never practiced my perception before, which resulted in very low perception, barely enough to make that magic card.
The continuous card production had left him extremely exhausted, and he swayed slightly as he leaned against the table.
This felt even more tiring than making dozens of fireballs; my eyelids were so heavy I could barely lift them.
Before he knew it, You Ming had fallen asleep on the table, his cheek pressed against the cool surface, with the pen stained with cadmium ink still clutched in his hand.
He slept very soundly this time; he was just too tired.
Outside the window, the sky was full of stars, and the moonlight shone on the table where You Ming was lying, reflecting his furrowed brows.
The room was extremely quiet, with only You Ming's soft snoring rising and falling.
The pile of discarded cards in the corner looked like a small mountain, quite glaring.
Two days passed in this way. You Ming suddenly raised his head, his face showing undisguised fatigue.
His eyes were bloodshot, and there were blood vessels in the back of his eyes.
He raised his hand and slammed it hard on the table, making the card-making materials on the table rattle loudly.
In front of him lay countless cards, none of which had complete drawings; they were all discarded cards.
He even tore several cards that were nearly finished into two pieces and threw them on top.
For the past few days, he has been trying to create a Tier 1 Xyz Monster non-stop, not even having time to drink water, but none of them have been successful.
"Sigh, printing cards is so difficult."
Only after trying it himself did Yu Ming understand how rare Hayato was.
No wonder Pegasus made an exception and poached him into the International Illusion Society.
He couldn't get his senses to control the pen in his hand no matter what he did.
He could clearly feel the intense energy contained in the ink flowing from the pen tip. That power was restless at the pen tip, but he couldn't use his senses to control the liquid and make it match the ink.
The liquid brimming from the nib of the pen seemed like a wild horse, refusing to obey any commands.
The harder he tried to activate his senses, the more the ink from the pen tip splattered onto the cardstock, leaving ugly streaks.
They worked day and night for two days to make cards, but not a single one was successful.
This was a far greater blow to his confidence than physical and mental exhaustion.
He abruptly swept the ink bottle off the table and onto the floor, splattering ink everywhere like an unyielding gloom.
"Ugh! What went wrong?"
Yu Ming tore at his fluffy hair in frustration, staring blankly at the pile of discarded cards on the table.
The resentment and frustration in his heart surged like a tide, almost overwhelming him.
These past few days have not only drained You Ming's energy, but also a lot of money.
The most significant expense was the cost of raw materials; even with You Ming's large and powerful family business, 100 points had already been spent.
Although 100 points is not a particularly high expense for him, if he continues to spend like this, even the richest man will run out of food!
Moreover, he can afford to waste points but not the time and energy.
He suddenly stood up, pushed open the window, and the bright sunlight shone on his face, making him squint.
The warm touch eased his tense nerves slightly, and he closed his eyes contentedly.
He thought to himself, "Forget it, if I keep pushing myself, I'll probably exhaust even my senses. I should rest for a bit."
Walking on the sun-drenched street, You Ming put his hands in his pockets and kicked at the pebbles on the side of the road.
The bad mood caused by the failure to create an Xyz Monster gradually eased without me even realizing it.
"Take a break, we can't let a card drive us crazy."