The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

Let us welcome the [Mythological Reconstructor], [Lord of the Underworld], [President of the Eternal Night Council], [Chairman of the Heavenly Court Holding Group]... "Public Enemy of the Han Dynasty!", "Tyrant of the Underworld!", "Mythological Tamperer!", "Our Rusty Tarot Society is the true orthodox card game!", "The Society of All Souls, where humans and monsters coexist, is our hope!"... Transmigrated to a bizarre card game world, Lin Fan became a low-level intern card maker. But the card makers in this world only know how to pile up elements, yet they don't know what "faith" or "deities" are. While others tremble in fear amidst the strange tides, Lin Fan is pondering: Could a Taoist's robe be used as card-making material? [Zhang Jiao] The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise! In the year of Jiazi, great fortune reigns over the world! Five Thunderbolts, evil spirits be banished! [Bai Wuchang] Xie Bi'an is here, no wronged souls remain beneath these chains! At the gates of hell, the underworld officials clear the way. [The Masked Nuo] dons a mask, invoking a spirit; removes the mask, sending the ghost back to dust. "Symbiotic summoning? Before Zhang Fei, it's nothing but a token offering!" "Fool? Watch me summon Zhuge Liang, to divine life and death under the Seven Star Lamp." A rich young lady asks for a card? A top card maker makes things difficult? A mysterious organization covets it? Lin Fan smiles disdainfully. The All-Spirit Society attempts to awaken the sleeping [Ten Attendants], just as the world is about to change. Lin Fan silently pulls out a brand new Domain Card. "Have you heard of the underworld? I'll take you to see it." "Gate of Hell, established!" From then on, in his territory, the eerie recedes, and all magic is impervious.