“It’s quite serious.”

Chronicle couldn’t help but sigh again.

Unlike a certain Studious Girl who had been corrupted by him into an internet-addicted girl, for the time being, Daiyu was still quite studious.

“What book is this?”

He curiously leaned over to take a look and saw Daiyu pressing down on an old book with curled edges and slightly yellowed pages with one hand, while the other hand was busy writing and drawing on a thick stack of draft paper.

“Yikes!”

Looking at the intricate mechanical structures on the draft paper, Chronicle was left scratching his head, unable to make heads or tails of it.

Back before he crossed over to this world, he had studied mechanical drawing in college, but that was only the night before the exam.

Even with his enhanced intelligence bolstered by his spiritual power, the dense lines still gave him a headache.

“The drawing is quite intricate, but I guess it’s just a casual doodle.”

Chronicle pressed his temples and didn’t take it too seriously.

There was the saying, “With such talent and beauty, she is rare in this world.”

But at this moment, she was only a blue-ranked three-star, with pitifully little spiritual essence, a short time since her emergence, limited thinking, and could her learning ability really compare to the college students from his previous world on Earth?

“Impossible.”

Chronicle stretched his somewhat sore arms.

“I really can’t stand this hammock…”

He muttered under his breath, took out a moisture-proof blanket from his outdoor bag, and spread it on the ground.

Then he sat cross-legged, his consciousness drifting into emptiness, receiving feedback from the Card of the Land of Peach.

After all, this card was only at the initial stage, and the materials used were relatively ordinary. After the feedback, the “experience bar” only moved forward by one point.

Adding the hard cultivation of the past two days and the creation of some mediocre cards, all in all, it was probably around ninety-five or ninety-six.

“From the top 8 to the top 4, I still need to create a semi-finished field card, which might increase by one or two points.”

“From the top 4 to the top 2, further perfecting the Red and White Collision and opening a new storyline, another one or two points.”

“By then, I should be around ninety-eight or ninety-nine…”

Chronicle gently stroked his chin and couldn’t help but sigh lightly: “Still a bit lacking.”

The final battle, after all, was to take place in the perilous secret realm, and only by advancing his spiritual power to the silver level could he win with confidence.

In fact, his current level was already top-notch among high school seniors at this stage.

But the things in the secret realm were not like the antagonistic bosses in games that let the protagonist level up at will.

The Green Mountains were not some newbie village but a notoriously dangerous secret realm in Kyushu.

Chronicle had also roughly understood this secret realm through the “Kyushu Card Craftsman” app.

Corpse ghosts, evil spirits, poisonous insects, fierce beasts, miasmic mists, man-made traps, and the like were not a big deal.

With Mountain Ghost by his side, entering the mountainous environment was like a fish in water for him, and he didn’t need to fear these things at all.

However, from the descriptions of some powerful card craftsmen, it was clear that within these vast Green Mountains, there were not only “minions” but also so-called “exotic immortals.”

Green Mountain Lord, Burial Honor, Insect Habitat, Corpse-Raising Cripple, Hundred-Faced Human Head Meat Bun Buddha Head…

All were well-known high-risk creatures in the secret realms listed on the alliance’s charts.

And then there were the ferocious and sinister Scenic Order demons and the evil organizations lurking within.

They didn’t care if you were a top student or the nephew of the president of the Card Craftsman Alliance.

Once encountered, there was no good outcome.

Although such competitions would definitely have association experts escorting them throughout, many times, one cannot completely derive a sense of security from the outside world.

For example, now, Chronicle had the protection of deities like Seven Brothers and Eight Brothers, but he himself was just a novice.

Even if he learned some underworld body techniques from Eight Brothers, it wasn’t something that would take effect in just ten days or half a month.

It was fine to knock down a few peers with not so profound cultivation in minor skirmishes.

But once he encountered some super-dangerous creatures from the secret realm or the Scenic Order demons capable of tearing mountains and overturning seas, if Seven Brothers and Eight Brothers were held up, and he couldn’t escape, it would be game over.

Therefore, the urgent task was to break through to the silver level as soon as possible and create the template card for Zhang Jiao.

Even if it was only at the level of a blue-ranked one or two stars, with the strength of a mythological card, as long as he wasn’t in an extremely dangerous situation, there would be room to maneuver.

At worst, he could use the bond skill with Yingtai and the matching rings to escape.

Once he fully developed later, he would bring all the gods of Huaxia and blow up the Green Mountains into the Mariana Trench, forcing it to change its “nature.”

“Let’s build the house first, and then daydream later.”

Chronicle thought to himself, his consciousness drifting into emptiness, and re-entered the sea of knowledge.

He raised his hand to exchange for the Land of Peach, releasing its card form and allowing it to stand in the sea of knowledge as a building.

Bucket tiles, mud eel ridges, finely carved doors, and windows.

Smooth plastered walls, white stone platforms, carved into exotic floral patterns.

Quiet little pavilions, pastoral scenery, clusters of flowers, simple and secluded dwellings.

A vast garden with a variety of landscapes.

Tall pavilions, high-rise buildings, pine trees brushing the eaves, jade railings winding around, all with a royal grandeur.

To be honest, he did have an aesthetic sense.

What he created might not catch up with the wisdom of ancient masters, but compared to most people in this world, it was far superior.

“Not bad.”

He nodded in satisfaction.

It was already so grand now; what would it be like when all the buildings were unlocked?

“Yingtai, come with me.”

Chronicle said, patting the little girl’s head lightly.

The internet-addicted girl paused her single-player game, looked at him somewhat blankly, then got up, dusted off her clothes, and curiously followed him into the mist-shrouded Land of Peach.

“You will live in this courtyard from now on.”

Chronicle pushed open the courtyard door and led the girl into a yard planted with banana and parasol trees.

In addition to a small earthen pavilion, there was also a hall with four-sided corridors, flying eaves, and a fragrant stream.

The prominent feature was the character “big.”

Elegant and luxurious, simple and majestic.

It was precisely the Autumn Cool Studio of Xue Baochai.

She was a clever and decisive woman, even feared by Wang Xifeng; she had also initiated the Begonia Poetry Society, surpassing others in literary talent; she was also concerned about the affairs of the state, with the talent to contribute to the world.

She even uttered the astonishing words, “If I were a man, I would have left early and established a career, and then I would have my own reasoning.”

Regardless of whether she would have achieved anything if she were truly a man in the environment of the Jia Mansion, just this grandeur alone, among the three girls under Chronicle’s command, only Yingtai could hold it up.

“You live here for now, and when I get the right materials later, I’ll renovate it for you.”

Although the Autumn Cool Studio was currently just a rough house he had made himself, without any additional bonuses, just the “beautification” effect of the Land of Peach was enough to benefit Yingtai, who possessed the learning trait of Intelligent Heart, immensely.

“There’s a very low chance of transforming learned knowledge into skills…”

“I’ll have to selectively pick a few positive games for her; if she converts a couple of skills, that would be amazing.”

“I wonder if this world has Gold Miner…”

Chronicle thought to himself as he returned to reality.

Just as he was about to pick a few good games online to bring to Yingtai, he heard a commotion outside.

He, who loved to watch the excitement, picked up his jacket and walked out.

He didn’t notice that Daiyu was squatting in the corner of the tent, using scrap metal parts and metal ores from who knows where, to make a new weapon for herself.

A mere spade.

It couldn’t even be considered a “cold weapon.”

“Why is it so noisy? Can’t people make cards in peace?!”

Ren Wang, who lived next to Chronicle, came out cursing and swearing.

People have their specialties.

Human energy is limited, and even as a card craftsman, it’s impossible to be proficient in all types of cards.

Take him, for example.

Although he was the young master of the “Green Mountain Ren I Go Group,” a family business in construction, he was not good at making domain cards and field cards related to it.

Even his round and wealthy father often joked with him, saying:

“This kid doesn’t seem like a Ren! It’s okay if he can’t make good domain and field cards, but he’s also twenty centimeters taller than me; where does the Ren family have such genes?”

In short, polishing domain cards was an extremely painful thing for him.

The field card required for the competition was prepared with the help of his family, and it took a lot of effort.

Now, working alone, it was even more of a headache.

He was barely enduring and had a bit of an idea after half a day of hard work, only to be interrupted by noise.

To say he felt like killing someone at that moment was no exaggeration.

But when he went outside, he was immediately stunned.

He saw that the Zhenyuan Army stationed around the Green Mountain secret realm had almost all been mobilized.

Various super-large vehicles rumbled.

Flying machines and heavy artillery tanks powered by connected energy cards covered the sky.

The procession stretched for thousands of meters, each person with a heavy gaze and a serious face.

“Pack up and get ready to go, we’re going back to Blue Star.”

Wang Yan came over from the side, her long hair loose, and the buttons of her oversized robe not done up properly, looking somewhat sloppy.

The students were all shocked by such a display and went back to their tents to pack up.

Chronicle pulled Yingtai, who was happily tidying up her new house in the sea of knowledge, out and asked her to pack her luggage in the tent.

He stayed in place, communicating with Wang Yan.

“Is there another incident? Is it an invasion of the secret realm, or the Scenic Order demons?”

Chronicle asked, remembering the night he first crossed over to this world, when the Land of Peach was haunted by a hundred ghosts, and it was such a big display.

That heavy and thrilling feeling still made him remember it vividly and sent chills down his spine to this day.

“Neither.”

Wang Yan shook her head, her tone carrying a bit of heaviness: “It’s the Scenic Order.”

“The Scenic Order?”

Chronicle suddenly remembered that on the day he came to participate in the competition, the Zhenyuan Army stationed in the Land of Peach had also been fully mobilized.

According to the school bus driver, it was also related to the Scenic Order.

He knew that the organization had gained a lot of mythological knowledge from the Scenic Order world by clinging to the demons and used it to make cards, becoming invincible.

But they were despised by others.

In earlier years, they were chased by the Card Craftsman Alliance and the great Kyushu like dogs.

“Are they getting cocky again?” Chronicle asked.

“Yes.” Wang Yan nodded, her voice heavy: “They… created a god…”

“A god? Even if they can’t use it themselves… the Scenic Order demons wouldn’t give them such important knowledge, would they?” Chronicle frowned.

“Yes.” Wang Yan’s eyes were complex, and she nodded slightly: “So… they stole it.”