South Continent, Crete Empire.

Hidden deep underground are the jet-black palaces and symbols of absolute power.

This super-ancient underground city is enveloped in darkness, yet magical devices cleverly mimic the blood moon, casting deep shadows. The buildings lining the wide, open streets are built of dark stone, tall and heavy, with silhouettes depicting ancient art. They quietly lie in this dark city, solidifying the dust of endless years.

At the end of the underground city-state, a chilling and eerie powerful magic emanates from a towering castle made of natural obsidian, inlaid with cold silver edges and medieval-style red crystal transparent decorations.

A figure in a long robe arrives at the entrance of the castle and steps deeper inside. After passing through layers of luxurious decorations and corridors, he pushes open the heavy black iron giant door before him. A magnificent palace, like a council chamber, comes into view, accompanied by a deep aura of power and a heavy sense of history.

Beneath the rose window, the top of which is covered with immortal crystals, cold iron chains hang chandeliers that emit extravagant halos. Carpets extend like red flowing water to the end of the line of sight. Light is scattered through the crystals, like twinkling stars, adding a touch of dark beauty to the entire space.

In this vast, high-ceilinged council chamber, the central position is occupied by a banquet table dozens of meters long. The long table is made of jet-black refined iron, painted with complex vampire magical runes, which is also a symbol of the artistic style of the vampire world. On both sides of the long table, each high-backed chair is like a throne, with the gem totem corresponding to the chair's owner engraved on the top of the backrest.

However, at this moment.

The council chamber seems particularly quiet. Only one figure is sitting on the thirteen high-backed chairs.

The figure who came to the palace stood gracefully at the very end of the long table, not taking a seat.

"Marquis Helitiere, the cultists of the Resurrection Church encountered that half-demon, but failed."

He bowed and spoke, his voice male.

Far away.

The figure sitting on the seventh high-backed chair kept her eyes closed, slowly raising her head, as if able to see through the dome the totem woven from stars shining brightly in the deep night sky.

"It shouldn't be."

She murmured to herself,

"That half-blooded demon's Doom Star has appeared twice, but both times it was resolved."

"..."

The man did not say a word. He naturally knew which two dooms the Marquis was referring to.

The first time, Hyperion should have failed to enter school and died miserably in Hutton Royal Capital.

The second time, Hyperion should have been killed by the cultists of the Resurrection Church in the Shadow World.

But these taken-for-granted things did not happen, but the ending was reversed.

All of this is related to a human freshman who came out of nowhere at the Icrete Academy.

"The remnants of the demon race must be eliminated no matter what."

The voice of the vampire marchioness was long and cold, as if it was an exclamation, as if it was a complaint, as if it was helplessness, and as if it carried a trace of regret that even time could not erase,

"Historical experience tells us that only when the power of humans and demons converges can a force that threatens us be born."

The Marchioness finally opened her deep red blood pupils. Under the shadow, no one could see how long and distant memories were hidden in them throughout ancient and modern times.

In this generation, the demons have been destroyed by humans themselves.

Under the infinitely inflated desire, evil cults are rampant, the North and South continents are falling apart, and humans are still fighting each other for power.

These stupid acts only mean one thing—

"The Blood Moon's prosperous age will reappear, and humans need to recall their servility."

The Marchioness's already cold and beautiful face was extremely calm, and with a distant majesty that no one dared to desecrate.

Every word seemed to echo in the palace like the crisp tinkling of melting ice prisms before the end of winter.

……

Hutton Kingdom, Royal Capital Icrete.

When the golden light of the rising sun gently洒on the campus of the ancient Icrete Academy, those brick buildings are dyed with a layer of warm yellow霞光, surrounding and emitting a sense of historical precipitation.

The Sage Academy dormitory building also seems to be awakened, and students enter and exit from the door from time to time.

It is now the morning of the third day of school.

Lanci held a cup of coffee, leaned on the door of his balcony, listened to the chirping of birds among the trees, and watched his classmates go to school.

He had returned from the Shadow World yesterday morning and slept for a long time, waking up only in the early hours of this morning.

After leaving the dormitory in the middle of the night to eat a meal that he didn't know whether to call breakfast or supper, he began to return to his desk to study card making, with the "South Continent Card Making Association Registration Regulations" also placed on the table.

Now he has reached the third rank and has the most basic reference qualifications.

Only by becoming a registered card maker of the South Continent Card Maker Association can he obtain official patent protection, as well as exempt himself from many complicated appraisal and guarantee steps and reduce handling fees.

The strength of the benefits is also related to the level of the card maker.

If he wants to open a store that can sell exclusive magic cards in the future, in addition to the license to be obtained from Hyperion, he also needs to obtain the identity of a registered card maker. The higher the level, the better, which directly determines the starting speed of their business.

The most recent registered card maker exam to be held in Hutton Royal Capital as a test center will have to wait more than a month.

Although it feels quite long, in fact, even if Lanci is given another month, he doesn't have much confidence that he can pass it directly.

He still has to go to Talia to learn about the production of third-order magic cards.

His card making technology is still not stable enough. If it cannot be greatly improved, whether he can make finished cards in the exam depends too much on luck.

But it's not like there is no hope.

Lanci remembered that Talia had told him that if he wanted to pursue the highest card-making success rate, he should choose the [magic type] with the highest affinity to himself in the exam.

Because this will directly affect the success rate of the card maker's card making.

This is also why card makers choose their own specialization direction in the later stage.

For example, Talia's best three categories are [curse], [mental], and [poison] magic, which are also the three types she has the best affinity with.

Among them, [curse] is excellent, and [mental] and [poison] are excellent, which also leads to Talia's specialization direction as a curse magic card maker.

As for other types of magic, such as elemental magic and some special types of magic, her affinity is not very good.

According to Talia's visual estimation, Lanci's [mental] magic affinity is better, [poison] is worse, [curse] is extremely poor, and she is too lazy to look at the rest.

If he also has a certain type of magic affinity that is as excellent or outstanding as Talia.

Then just do this in the card maker exam!

Moreover, these magic types may also become his specialization optional directions in his card maker career in the future.

(End of this chapter)