Mike didn't find a chance to chat with the three children until he went to bed.
He always felt that the three of them were a little unusual today.
Sitting at the table in the bedroom, Mike routinely made cards.
Speaking of cards, in addition to adding some more frequently used cards, Mike's recent cards are mainly character cards.
After spending two hours, Mike made a new character card. With a thought, he called out the eternal cigarette case, took out an old card, and put this new card in.
Of the fifty-four cards in the eternal cigarette case, he replaced almost one third with character cards.
Character cards require more time than skill and item cards.
After so many years, the cards he has saved have been very impressive.
"However, I have to clear the deck and consume the low-level cards first."
His current ability level is LV3, and the manifested objects and cards he makes are called LV3.
The increase in ability level not only expands and improves the scope of his Manifestation, but also greatly increases the power of the cards he makes.
The same card, especially the skill card, even if it is the same skill, the effect of the card produced now will be better than that of the previous low level, and the power will be greater than the previous one.
For example, a Fireball Technique card can be crafted at Lv2 level, but its power is definitely not as powerful as that produced at Lv3 level.
As for items, it is reflected in the maintenance time, which has become longer.
In short, the higher the level of ability, the more powerful and durable it is to create a manifested card.
Maintaining the existence of the card requires the consumption of the power of manifestation.
To this end, when his ability level rose to LV3, he began to replace it.
Save high-level cards, and try to use low-level cards when you use them.
But looking at the inventory in his mind, Mike sighed.
This is a huge project...
Mike turned off the lamp and was about to get up and go to bed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Amidst several harsh sounds, finger-sized holes appeared on the wall in front of Mike's eyes.
Have an enemy?
Sniper?
Mike's eyes narrowed, and several cards appeared in his hand instantly. When a mental scanning skill was used, a shield was placed on his body.
But in the next second..
No enemies...
Charles and Eric are asleep, and Clark...is panicking? Raising his pants in...
Mike stood up looking at the small hole that was penetrated in the wall? He was silent for a while.
And then, he sat in his chair thinking for a few minutes, and finally decided to talk to Clark.
As a father, he feels it is his responsibility to guide his children and teach them the basics.
Knocking on Clark's door, Mike said in a stiff voice: "Clark, Dad wants to talk to you."
"I'm already asleep!"
Clark's voice sounded a little flustered.
Mike raised the corner of his eyes, pushed open the door and walked in. He opened the door and saw Clark who was under the quilt? Covering his head.
Seeing Clark like this, Mike, who was still a little embarrassed, couldn't help laughing out loud.
Looked at the hole in the wall? Mike closed the door? "Let's talk about it? That hole."
"I don't know."
Mike smiled softly " it's a very normal thing, Dad won't blame you."
Clark was silent but he secretly looked at Mike.
Mike coughed lightly and said, "Don't overdo it though, it's not good for your health."
"Also, practice your strength, I don't want you to suddenly become a murderer when you date."
After speaking, Mike held back his laugh and walked quickly. He walked out of the room and closed the door.
Hearing the sound of the door, Clark exposed his head and let out a long breath.
It was embarrassing just now that he wanted to bury his face in the deep earth..
But... murderer?
An image flashed in his mind involuntarily, Clark wailed and covered himself with the quilt again.
It's all Charles and Eric's fault, if they hadn't broadcast encrypted channels this afternoon, it wouldn't have happened tonight!
Ahhh!
He let out a low growl and slammed out of bed in shame.
"Bang!"
A hole appeared on the bed instantly.
Clark froze, lay on the bed, moved his body, and blocked the punch hole.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, you won't be embarrassed when you fall asleep...
But the real situation is that Clark didn't dare to look at Mike all day long the next day.
This situation continued for three days, and the incident slowly faded away, and Clark returned to normal before he dared to face Mike.
Mike said he didn't care.
After all, the school also recommends that parents spread relevant knowledge to their children, and when children reach a certain age, they have also learned relevant knowledge in school.
Although Clark's situation is special...life goes on.
And since the encrypted channel was unlocked for no apparent reason that day, Eric and Charles have been fighting for the TV signal box, trying to reproduce the scene at that time.
...
Clark's school.
With headphones on, Clark sat on the playground and looked at the boys sweating on the playground. Clark's eyes were calm, with a hint of imperceptible longing.
"Clark! Why are you here alone?"
A tanned-skinned girl walked up to Clark, squatted down and looked at Clark curiously.
Clark took off his earphones, nodded politely to the girl, and said, "Belle."
Belle looked at Clark's blue eyes and blushed slightly, and said, "Aren't you going to play football? I see that you like it very much."
Clark shook his head.
Bailey was a little disappointed, she still wanted to see Clark on the court.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, the ball on the court was accidentally kicked away by a boy, towards them, and Clark stretched out his hand. (T/N: Andrew's Spiderman ⊙.☉)
"Bang!"
He took the football steadily.
The girl's terrified eyes instantly turned into surprise.
At this moment, Clark seemed to be glowing in her eyes.
"Hey! New transfer student, stay away from that nerd, be careful of getting infected!"
The boys on the court laughed loudly, their words full of sarcasm.
Belle looked at them angrily and said, "You are the nerds!"
The boys were stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, made indecent gestures at Clark, and booed.
...