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I Can Create Monsters And Customize Them

You can read my new book "Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely." Creating and customizing your own monsters? √ Transmigrating into an exhilarating world of danger and opportunity, where survival depends on cards! Wake up with our protagonist, who finds himself in a mysterious world far advanced from Earth. This realm is teeming with monstrous beasts and supernatural creatures. In this cutthroat world, power comes in the form of cards. Humans can awaken it on their own or use monster materials to craft cards and embed these cards into their consciousness, transforming into powerful 'Card Masters'. Card Master are ranked from Tier 9 Extraordinary, Tier 8 Superhuman, Tier 7 Flying: Tier 6 Epic, Tier 5 Legend, Tier 4 Mythic and so on! Each card endows its bearer with extraordinary abilities, turning them from mere mortals into beings of immense power. The rarity of these cards? Iron, Bronze, Gold, Diamond, Platinum, Radiant and Divine! Of course, monsters have also their own rarity. Namely... Common, Rare, Unique, Epic, Legendary, Mythical, and Divine. But among the countless Card Masters, our protagonist is a standout. Unbeknownst to him, he possesses a Divine Quality Card. This isn't just any card - it's a unique system that allows him to create and customize his own monsters. From summoning an Extraordinary Tier 9 Common Ghoul to extracting their skills to creating his own type of monster!, he holds the key to his own survival in this chaotic world. One day, he might become a man that possesses thousands of monsters skills! The protagonist is thrown into a world teetering on the brink of destruction, besieged by terrifying monsters from dungeons and other unimaginable threats. Amid the danger, a glimmer of hope emerges - a Card Master assessment, the gateway to officially joining the ranks of Card Masters. Will he have what it takes to pass the test, and can he protect those dear to him in the process? Join our protagonist on his journey as he navigates through poverty, heartaches, battles, and deadly politics of a world that's leagues away from the mundane reality of Earth. He will struggle, he will fight, and he will rise. Amid the thrilling combats and nail-biting suspense, watch him craft his destiny one card at a time. Disclaimer: The cover is not mine. The art is rightfully owned by ArtStation. However, if the artist wants to communicate to take it down, please DM me on my Discord--- UnluckyGuy#3859

MadScythe · Fantasy
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243 Chs

The Victor Emerges

As the final bell chimed, marking the end of the second test, the competitors, haggard but hopeful, assembled at the predestined location. Their clothes were torn, their faces etched with fatigue, but their eyes gleamed with anticipation. The atmosphere hung heavy with suspense, the moment of reckoning finally at hand.

Zendaya, the resolute instructor, stepped forward. Her gaze swept over the gathered crowd, her lips curling into a small, appreciative smile. "You've all come a long way," she began, her voice echoing in the silent assembly. "And now, it's time to see the fruits of your labor."

As she initiated the score display, the participants watched with bated breath. One by one, the scores appeared beside the names, starting with the lower-ranked contestants. A sigh, a cheer, or a groan followed each revelation, the numbers defining their future in chances.

'Wonder where I'll land,' Johan mused, his lips tugged into a half-smirk. His mind drifted to the Volcano Titan he had vanquished, the trials he had overcome, and the strategies he had masterminded.

As Zendaya moved up the ranks, the tension only grew. Every passing second felt like an eternity as she continued to announce the scores. Then, with a glance at Johan, she paused, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"Johan," she said, her voice carrying through the silent crowd. "You've made quite an impression." And then, she announced his score, her voice brimming with a mix of surprise and respect. The crowd reacted immediately, their surprised gasps and murmurs filling the air.

When Johan's name resounded as the top scorer, the crowd gasped as if they'd been collectively struck. Eyes widened, jaws dropped, and whispers raced like wildfire through the crowd. The shock was palpable, a tangible wave that swept across the contestants and the instructors alike.

Zendaya, for all her composure, blinked in surprise. She glanced at the result again, then at Johan, a momentary crack in her typically impassive demeanor. It was a brief lapse, but it was enough to reveal a hint of the surprise that stirred within her.

"So," she said, her voice a low hum in the midst of the ensuing murmurs. "It seems we have a dark horse in our midst."

There was a weight to her words, an acknowledgement of Johan's unanticipated triumph. It wasn't just respect; there was an inkling of admiration there, an appreciation for his strategic prowess and the resilience he had displayed.

The crowd's response was a mixed bag of emotions. Many wore expressions of pure disbelief, unable to fathom how this relative unknown had stolen the spotlight. Others looked on with grudging respect, acknowledging his accomplishments even as they felt the sting of their own shortcomings.

But it was the resentful glares that spoke volumes. They were the silent promises of rivals born out of this revelation, the undercurrent of envy that added another layer of complexity to the competition.

Through it all, Johan simply grinned, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards in a wry smile. 'Well, isn't this a fine kettle of fish,' he thought, his dark humor surfacing in the face of the dramatic reactions. He reveled in the moment, enjoying the surprise, the consternation, and the veiled threats in their gazes. After all, he was no stranger to a little competition.

Johan just shrugged nonchalantly, though he couldn't hide the glint of satisfaction in his eyes. 'Guess the dark horse just galloped into the spotlight,' he thought, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. He had known this wouldn't be easy, but he was ready for whatever came next.

As the crowd's surprise and chatter washed over him, a sense of relief washed through Johan. A quiet satisfaction hummed within him, a validation to his hard work, his strategy, and his sheer determination to survive in the face of adversity. He'd done more than survive; he'd excelled.

'Well, would you look at that,' he mused, his inward smirk a reflection of the victory he was currently basking in. 'All those late-night strategizing sessions actually paid off.'

Yet, there was no arrogance in his demeanor, no cocky grin, or boastful words. Instead, he took his victory as he had taken the challenges thrown his way: with grace, a dash of humor, and a pinch of cynicism.

His gaze flickered towards Zendaya, the faint echo of respect in her gaze acknowledged with a nod. Then he was off, heading towards the collection point to gather his rewards. 'No time like the present to start preparing for the next hurdle,' he thought, anticipation and excitement brewing within him.

Zendaya watched him go, her usual icy demeanor thawing just a tad. "You've all seen what it takes to come out on top," she said, her voice carrying through the silence that followed Johan's departure. "Remember this moment, because the next stage won't be any easier. In fact, it's going to be far, far worse."

A murmur rippled through the crowd, the threat of what was to come hanging in the air, a daunting shadow of challenges yet to be faced. The second test was over, but the competition was far from done.

...

After the adrenaline of the second test had faded, Johan found himself back in the dormitory, the ticking of the clock being the only sound piercing the silence. The room was barely big enough for one, but in this moment, it felt like a safe haven against the challenges outside.

His rewards from the test lay sprawled across his bed. A pile of common card fragments, gleamed in the dim light of his lamp. His eyes flickered over them, already planning strategies and combinations.

In the quiet of his room, he pulled out his Divine Card: Adam. The card seemed to glow in his hand.

'Well Adam,' he murmured, a touch of dark humor lining his words, 'I hope you're ready for round three. Because it sounds like it's going to be a doozy.'

After a few moments of contemplation, he rose, tucking Adam back into his pocket. A quick check of his equipment, a brief overview of his remaining supplies, and then it was time for sleep.

The following day dawned, and with it came a sense of normalcy. It was a day to rest and recuperate, to strategize and study. The hectic schedule of the tests was on pause, allowing them a breather.

He passed the day in a routine, a semblance of normal life amidst the chaos of the Card Master trials. Meals were taken in the communal dining hall, idle chat with the other candidates filling the air. Study sessions and training regimes filled the afternoon.

The evening descended, bringing with it a chance for leisure. Johan found himself in the dormitory's common room, engaged in a friendly card game with a few of the other candidates.