002 Dekan Decides to Get Rich
Trecia blinked her eyes, her small mouth looking almost like a tiny round hole.
“How old are you?”
“Fifteen.”
Dekan replied indifferently.
This made Trecia even more astonished. Dekan was actually one year younger than her!
A fifteen-year-old second-rank Magic Card maker might be common at Hevenlit Magic Academy, even considered just average.
However, most of the freshmen card makers at Hevenlit Magic Academy can only produce cards of the [White Common] quality!
The quality of a card greatly reflects its strength, value, and the skill level of the maker.
A new maker who can create [Blue Rare] Magic Cards usually possesses remarkable talent.
And the batch of Bandit Goblins that Dekan created were all of blue rare quality!
It’s as if blue was his lower limit!
The price of cards with [Purple Rare] quality starts to drastically increase, something most common people simply cannot afford.
This is also why a single card of the Goblin Sheriff could drain Trecia’s budget.
For wealthy nobles and powerful individuals, purple rarity cards are often core components of their personal systems.
Moving up a level, [Orange Epic] quality cards are considered the highest level of cards people can perceive.
For the majority, it is more like a distant symbol or representation.
In a border city, it might be difficult to even encounter the trace of an Epic card owner for a long time.
Even many teachers at Hevenlit Magic Academy rarely possess Epic cards.
And the ultimate [Red Legendary] almost exists only in legends, with many unsure if such cards even truly exist in the world.
Fifteen-year-olds crafting second-rank cards of purple rare quality and fifteen-year-old second-rank makers are entirely different concepts!
Often, only makers who have reached fourth or fifth rank and then return to create first or second-rank cards have a chance to produce rare qualities.
Without a doubt, Dekan is a true genius.
And the cards made by Dekan, how to put it, are just strange.
They have the tendency to disrupt the entire environment.
He must have unique making methods and techniques to create these outrageous cards.
Trecia swallowed hard, tentatively asking:
“So, do you still have any spell cards for sale? Made by you!”
“The spell cards I made… most of them are sold already. The townspeople are quite fond of the spell cards I make, but let me check. I remember having one extra.”
After saying this, Dekan flipped through his cardbook for a bit and soon found a blue quality card, handing it to Trecia.
[Hydrogen Explosion]
[Category: Spell Card]
[Rarity: Blue Rare]
[Rank: 2]
[Effect: Inflicts fierce explosive damage, unaffected by the caster’s magical attributes.]
[Note: SpongeBob, that’s art!]
“This card causes damage slightly higher than a third-rank fire magic spell. The downside is that the mana cost is slightly higher than an average second-rank spell card, and the casting time is longer.”
Dekan explained.
“That’s not right! This doesn’t align with the principles of spell cards! A second-rank spell card causing third-rank damage is already outrageous, so why is it unaffected by the caster’s magical attributes?”
Generally, the damage caused by spell cards is based on a percentage multiplied by the caster’s magical attribute!
“This is called science.”
“???”
After being puzzled for a while, Trecia asked again, “Then surely, the making of this card must be quite complex?”
“Very simple, actually. Second-rank Lightning Strike Spell plus a first-rank Water Sphere Spell plus a first-rank Fireball Spell. Experiment a bit, and you’ve made it.”
“What is all of this nonsense?”
Trecia felt she couldn’t understand what Dekan was saying at all.
But she still bought the card.
Just as Trecia was happily preparing to find a wilderness to experiment with Hydrogen Explosion, Dekan asked:
“By the way, miss, this year I plan to take the entrance exam for Hevenlit Magic Academy. How much would it cost to hire you to escort me to the Capital City?”
Dekan’s teacher had said, if he wanted to make better cards, he should visit a big city.
Happening to meet a Hevenlit Academy student, it would be ideal to travel with her.
“Do you need to hire a guard?”
“……After all, I’m only second-rank, and a civilian at that.”
In this world, Magic Cards are akin to encapsulating tools and skills in cards, belonging to a form of combat.
Playing cards was extremely dangerous.
Dekan wanted to avoid fighting as much as possible; he just wanted to draw and design.
Of course, if anyone insists on disturbing his peace, that’s a different matter.
Because he’s never lost to anyone.
Trecia was taken aback at first, then grinned and extended her hand to Dekan: “I won’t charge you any money! Let’s be friends!”
She knew Dekan had a brilliant future ahead, and in the Capital, he might become a future card-making master. Then getting a card made by him might require a long wait.
It was time to make friends now!
“Alright.”
Dekan also shook Trecia’s hand.
It was a sign of friendship.
Although Dekan knew that the free thing was often the most expensive, he admired Trecia’s insight.
If you respect me a little more, I’ll make better cards for you!
Dekan’s three favorite things are receiving money, drawing, and being respected by others.
After agreeing on the departure time for tomorrow morning, the two chatted for a bit, and Trecia left the small shop.
Dekan leaned back on his chair, holding a cup of pomelo tea, humming a tune leisurely.
“Never was a cloudy day~”
He had reincarnated in this world and had lived for fifteen years without experiencing any major crises and hadn’t awakened any systems.
The world was peaceful enough, except for the slightly excessive natural disasters.
The kingdom he lived in had good relations with its neighboring countries, and he spent his days running a small shop happily at the border.
Since money was so easy to make, he might as well go to the Capital and hustle for a few years, aiming to get rich!
Dekan’s life goal was very simple.
He simply liked making Magic Cards.
His dream was to create the most beautiful wife card.
Ah, no, a Red Legendary card.
Thinking about the future where he could live in luxury, surrounded by a sea of sister cards,
it was so comfortable, too comfortable.
Pygmalion was not deceiving him.
The only thing that made Dekan a little unhappy was that the traveling merchant at the time had actually bought that batch of Bandit Goblins from him at 100 coins each!
It was said that in the Capital, each card had risen to more than 2 gold coins.
The merchant had told him at the time: “This card is very ordinary, it’s just a bit stronger than the Basic Goblin.”
His teacher often said, “The magic cards you make are all garbage.”
So, at that time, Dekan had actually believed him.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got!
How dare they take advantage of this innocent and kind-hearted youth!
Trecia, on the other hand, truly sincere and righteous.
In order not to ruin his good mood, Dekan decided to think of something happy.
He couldn’t help but take out a Magic Card, and the moment this card appeared in the store, it felt as if the whole little house brightened up a bit.
The card surface emitted a faint ripple, giving off a layer of ethereal orange light.
“Fortunately, I didn’t sell this card to that unscrupulous merchant. This is the only Epic card I’ve ever made.”
Dekan smirked proudly, admiring his masterpiece.
