Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 116 The Tower of Babel Under Construction

Chapter 117 The Tower of Babel Under Construction

If it were his previous life, he might have actually fallen for it.

After all, Mimi's face and figure are indeed top-notch.

However, after spending so much time with witches in this life, I've unknowingly become a little tired of them.

He really couldn't muster any interest in the type like Sister Mi.

Shortly after, Shen Nanzhi received the message and rushed to the hall.

She jogged over, her uniform skirt swaying slightly with her movements.

A pair of long, slender legs, perfectly encased in semi-transparent black stockings, shimmered with a hazy sheen under the bright mall lights.

She stopped abruptly, her breathing still a little unsteady.

A few soft strands of hair clung to her slightly flushed cheeks.

The last time she saw Sister Mi pestering Zhang Qingzhe, she was still a little hesitant.

But this time he straightened his back and was noticeably more confident.

She didn't give Sister Mi any face, almost calling her "junior" right off the bat.

Fortunately, I managed to stop myself from saying it.

Her face flushed instantly; she changed to a soft voice and said, "Mr. Zhang, you've arrived."

"Um.

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Zhang Qingzhe nodded and walked straight ahead.

Shen Nanzhi awkwardly rubbed her cheeks and quickly followed.

Mi-jie took in the whole scene and bit her lip in resentment.

She turned to her friend beside her and whispered, "Shen Nanzhi is such a vixen—look at how red she is, the two of them are definitely having an affair."

"So what if it's there? What can you do about it?" another saleswoman said, applying lipstick.

"That's right, it's normal for Shen Nanzhi to be attracted to him. Maybe she'll become a wealthy lady in the future."

The girls started chattering amongst themselves, their voices full of envy.

In fact, even if they are not wealthy wives, there are plenty of men among them who would be willing to pay for them. After all, not only are beautiful women rare, but handsome men are also a scarce resource.

Shen Nanzhi followed behind Zhang Qingzhe, still somewhat worried, and reminded him, "Junior, don't play with blind boxes anymore, it's really easy to lose money with them."

"It's fine."

"How could nothing happen! Even if you get a valuable card, you could still get robbed like Professor Kangping did."

"That's true." Zhang Qingzhe recalled Kang Ping's miserable state and couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

"So, what brings you here today—?"

"I'm here to buy some card-making materials."

Hearing Zhang Qingzhe say this, Shen Nanzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What kind of materials do you need? We have a full range of low-level card materials here."

"I want the [intermediate] level."

"————?"

Shen Nanzhi was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously raised her hand to scratch her hair.

A few strands of her smooth, long hair fell loosely, draped slightly messily over her shoulders.

If Sister Mi saw them like this, she would probably think that the two of them had just done something intimate behind the shelves.

"Junior, you're only a freshman, right? You probably haven't obtained your [Junior Card Maker] qualification yet, have you?"

"Hmm, not yet."

Zhang Qingzhe answered truthfully.

"Then what did you do—"

Shen Nanzhi didn't finish her sentence, but she was already certain in her heart:

This junior, who's always causing trouble, is probably going to be walking on the edge of the law again.

Zhang Qingzhe could only smile.

After coming into this world, he also learned some tact and casually made up an excuse: "Actually, I was buying it for the professor."

Shen Nanzhi glanced at him, clearly not believing his statement.

She knew that Zhang Qingzhe's teacher was the "Great Witch," and such a person had her own exclusive channels.

Using this excuse of fixing her foot only made her more certain of one thing—her junior was about to cause trouble again.

But there was nothing she could do.

Ultimately, she was just his senior, not his biological sister.

We could only watch helplessly as he acted recklessly.

Shen Nanzhi even began to resent Gu Xintong.

As his "girlfriend," why don't you keep a closer eye on him?

If it were me, I would definitely take good care of my junior.

Zhang Qingzhe selected some mid-tier materials, including magic potions and a stack of Lv5 [Evocation School] blank cards.

The production cost of the [Intermediate Card] was indeed high; just purchasing a small amount cost him 20,000 yuan.

When it was time to pay, Shen Nanzhi secretly used her privileges to give him a few extra blank Iv5 [Construction School] cards.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass curtain wall of the mall, gently falling on Shen Nanzhi's lowered eyelashes.

She handed him the package containing the materials and chatted with him for a while with a smile.

This made Sister Mi even angrier. Zhang Qingzhe, carrying a small package, waved goodbye to Shen Nanzhi and walked back into the square next to the commercial street.

The sky has been overcast for days.

The sunlight was weak, and the air was thick with smog.

However, as long as daily life can remain peaceful, Zhang Qingzhe is grateful.

While he was learning how to make intermediate cards, all sorts of bad news kept coming from the office.

For example, the [Dragon Disaster Zone] is becoming increasingly unstable, and its edges are even showing a tendency to expand.

It's possible that the college's professors and senior students will soon be temporarily conscripted to the battlefield.

If that were to happen, students of the "Plastic School" and the "Structural School" would undoubtedly be the first to be affected.

As the apprentice of the "Great Witch," he would definitely be pulled up to "learn" as well.

Zhang Qingzhe strolled across the wide square, carefully avoiding the children who were skating and laughing as they darted about.

He looked up and gazed at the huge screen in the center of the square.

The screen was broadcasting news from another region, seemingly saying that a city in an island nation across the sea had been completely swallowed up by the "Dragon Disaster Zone".

The card masters in that area actually fled in panic beforehand, resulting in serious injuries or deaths of many ordinary citizens.

Immediately afterwards, the news footage switched to another scene.

Several veteran card makers who are now members of parliament appeared in front of the camera, skillfully bending their waists to a standard ninety-degree angle, and said in unison, "Red bean paste, private Marseille."

Then, the news article simply flipped to the next page.

Zhang Qingzhe shook his head helplessly.

It seems that even in this world, some things remain unchanged.

For example, the familiar yet repulsive faces of politicians on that island nation to the east.

His gaze shifted into the distance.

Even from tens of kilometers away, the outline of a giant tower can still be vaguely seen.

The still-under-conical spire soars straight into the gray sky.

The "Tower of Babel," which was announced to have started construction just three days ago, has now risen to a height of seven or eight hundred meters, like a long spear piercing the sky.

It can only be said that the civil engineering masters of Country C are equally skilled in the art of "mortar mixing" no matter which world they are in.

Xia Qiwei once explained to him:

This tower will become the new heart of the city.

The top floor of the tower will house a Level 8 [City Core Card].

It is said to be able to curb or even stabilize the dragon plague in the surrounding area.

Even in times of crisis, by combining the power of several "Clerical" Grand Masters, the entire city can be made to float into the air, thus avoiding all the calamities spreading from the ground.

By then, Green Island City will become a floating city.

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