Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Chapter 397: Fragment: No Dreams for Five Hundred Years (Part )

Ji Liangbo passed by every shop with her bone spear. They were changing every day, but it was not a bad thing. Every change meant that the city had entered a new stage, and everyone, including her, was happy to accept this change.

Hearing that a mechanical device that can reproduce offspring without relying on another human being has appeared, someone excitedly asked Ji Liangbo who she wanted to have a baby with, but she evaded the question.

In fact, she already had a candidate in mind, but she could never say that person's name. She could never...

Occasionally, drops of water dripped onto her forehead. She looked up at the sky, which was surrounded by a regular pentagonal wall and was gray. She had seen such a gloomy sky 20 years ago, when she was still in the original settlement. Although the settlement had no fences or walls, let alone towering city walls, it gave her a much stronger sense of restraint than the card city. If she had not escaped, if she had not met Su Sheng in the beast tide 20 years ago, if she had not participated in the construction of the card city... her entire life would have been surrounded by invisible and more cramped walls. Unlike the city, which allowed everyone to breathe freely in the air mixed with the smell of reinforced concrete, the invisible walls would be dedicated to depriving everyone of breathing space, leaving her with only a few rigid postures in her life. Compared to that, she would rather lose the endless wilderness and the fresh smell of grass and trees.

Su Sheng had not used her inherent ability to make everything grow for a long time, but participated in urban construction more resolutely than anyone else. She said that the jungle is nature, and the steel jungle is also a jungle, so the card city with tall buildings today is also part of nature, but their nature is man-made, not naturally grown.

The cultivation of Fairy Papyrus is coming to an end, and Su Sheng has combined the two varieties into one, so now the white card can accommodate both spiritual power and ink made from exotic beast materials.

This is good news.

Fu Qingyuan immediately taught everyone the card-making method she recorded.

But bad news also came one after another. People once again tried to inject the Creation Thought into the base cards, but found that once the Creation Thought came into contact with the latest generation of white cards, it was easy to get out of control. Either too much was accidentally injected, or it was accidentally withdrawn instantly, causing the white cards to burn.

In comparison, Kamehameha cards are currently smoother than the other one, both in production and use.

Su Sheng called Ji Liangbo to retest the performance of the white card. After burning no less than thirty white cards, Ji Liangbo barely controlled the flow of the creative idea and stumbled to make a basic fireball card.

"This is troublesome." Su Sheng hadn't been so troubled for a long time.

Even someone as smart as Ji Liangbo, who is so good at fine control of strength, needs to practice repeatedly before he can control the speed of inputting his creative thoughts. What should ordinary citizens do?

Ji Liangbo planned to try out the performance of this fireball card first.

The results were unexpectedly good.

The master and disciple seemed to have grasped some inspiration, and they tested it non-stop for three days and three nights, and finally found out the problem.

The new generation of white cards are highly compatible with the idea of ​​creation, which results in the idea of ​​creation being able to perfectly integrate with them every time. However, the citizens have never been exposed to such excellent white cards before, and they will definitely not be able to adapt to them in a short period of time.

It seems that it is necessary to put courses on the agenda to teach ordinary people how to control their mental power more finely.

But Su Sheng never intends to put all his eggs in one basket.

It is difficult to control the idea of ​​creation. More training is indeed a solution, but there is another way - using some tools to reduce the difficulty of controlling the flow rate.

This clever idea came from Ji Liangbo.

Su Sheng stayed in seclusion for more than a month.

When she walked out of the room again and Ji Liangbo saw her again, she looked more tired than ever before, with a dull look in her eyes, a pale face, and unsteady steps. Only her hand, which was tightly holding something, looked exceptionally strong.

"Teacher, you are tired, go and have a rest..." Ji Liangbo hurriedly helped her back to the room, took the item from her hand, and did not leave until he witnessed his teacher fall into a deep sleep.

She opened her palms and carefully looked at the item Su Sheng gave her.

It was a fountain pen with a slightly peculiar shape, but no matter how she fiddled with it, she couldn't see the ink inlet. Moreover, ever since she picked up the pen, a ray of creative thought spontaneously flowed back and forth around the pen body.

There was a crooked "zero" engraved on the pen, which was obviously the first work Su Sheng had made.

"Your craftsmanship is really bad." She mocked subconsciously, but the image of that tired and thin figure kept appearing in her mind. She wanted to rush in and hug her mentor's body, to feel the blood flowing in that immortal body and the heart beating in that not-so-tall chest.

But she could never... could never let their pure master-disciple relationship be tarnished.

They are just master and disciple, and they must just be master and disciple.

But she can't live without Su Sheng anymore.

Her flowing thoughts blurred her vision and made her alertness plummet. She didn't even notice immediately when the pen with words engraved on it was snatched away from her hand.

If it weren't for Si Bai's slightly gloomy voice ringing in her ears, she would still be immersed in her inner struggle: "This thing... was researched by Su Sheng?"

"Well, it was made by the teacher. I feel like it can help me control the flow of my creative thoughts," Ji Liangbo replied subconsciously, before he realized what was going on. "Aunt Si Bai, what's wrong with this pen? Is there anything wrong with it?"

Si Bai frowned for the first time and said with almost gritted teeth: "This thing is called the Inkless Pen. It can indeed be used to make cards, but it - especially the one made by Su Sheng himself, can even rewrite the rules of the world."

"Is it... not good?" Ji Liangbo didn't understand.

"I didn't mean to say it can't be used," Si Bai quickly corrected himself. "I meant that everyone will definitely like it, but if the tool itself brings toxins to our bodies, and we have to use it... the toxins will accumulate in our bodies until we can't digest them."

At this time, Ji Liangbo still didn't understand what Si Bai meant, and he still maintained a certain degree of optimism: "When this pen breaks down, we'll throw it away and continue to use ink to make cards."

Other people in the city also held a similar attitude. The more types of cards they could use, the better. Therefore, their cards always coexisted with ink cards and inkless cards. After Su Sheng woke up, he heard everyone's comments on the inkless pen, and he immediately started making new inkless pens until he found a way to mass-produce the inkless pen.

As the days went by, which were almost too peaceful, Ji Liangbo stared at Su Sheng more and more blatantly, never afraid to make eye contact with Su Sheng.

Su Sheng had already seen through everything through her eyes, and she just waited quietly, quietly accumulating every subtle emotion.

Finally, one day, Ji Liangbo no longer suppressed his inner feelings and exploded.