In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Chapter 179: Time is of the essence today, so I won't set a title.

Sunday night.

After a long day's work, Master Lu returned to his loyal dormitory.

————Okay, if you have to say it's tiring, it's not actually that tiring—because Lu Mingfei can't find a direction worth striving for right now.

It's not that there aren't any; on the contrary, there are simply too many directions to choose from.

Speaking purely of mechanics, Lu Mingfei has three areas he can delve into in depth:

The machinery from the "Cult of Mechanics of the Cardinal Acolytes" also includes what the [Ironwing Wyvern] represents. This faction is characterized by body modification, mechanical prosthetics, and exposed gears, seemingly from a steampunk world. It's not that Planeswalkers can't modify their bodies; in fact, according to Lu Mingfei's knowledge from the Internet, few Planeswalkers actually retain their original bodies.

Traveling through various worlds, they come into contact with all sorts of knowledge, a significant portion of which requires sacrificing a part of their physical body, and this is often what Planeswalkers do.

But Lu Mingfei felt he didn't have such a deep understanding that he could willingly cut off his own body and replace it with a machine, so he set his sights on the next one:

From the mechanical path in the Mirror of Eternity, Fran created enormous mechanical bodies. The unique feature of this thing is that it separates the main operator from the machine itself, using "Pistil" and "Stamn"—well, Lu Mingfei really didn't know how to describe this thing.

In short, the damage to the mecha only affects one of the two pilots, and the other pilot can continue to fight after the mecha explodes. This is actually quite suitable for Lu Mingfei's path.

However, to get this machine running, another card needs to be crafted to work in conjunction with Lu Mingfei. "Let's forget about it," Lu Mingfei shook his head.

This plan does have many advantages, but to achieve the desired effect, Lu Mingfei and the card that works in tandem need to have a very deep understanding of each other. "At least in St. Marian, right now, we can't let the magical spirits keep appearing, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it—"

And then there's the last one, the mechanical road from the green-skinned Anstadt—

"This thing is even more strictly bound to the Green Skins—" Upon thinking of this, Lu Mingfei immediately shook his head vigorously.

This approach combines the weaknesses of both. For the green-skinned machines to function, a considerable number of green-skinned soldiers are needed to maintain them; and while the functions of these machines are widespread, they often require a significant number of prerequisites—

"Fortunately, I don't actually need to focus on mechanics." Lu Mingfei cracked his knuckles, perking up, "There's still the path of magic."

When it comes to this, there are even more options:

Jing Shu's (or rather, Earth's dragon race) Word of Power, the insect magic brought back by the pot spirit, Louisa's druidic path, Talulah's Originium Arts, Lilith's original sin—virtue, and even the moonlight symbolized by the "Supreme Moon" and the newly summoned Tiamat's Mother Sea, could all become a path that an ordinary student could study for six years or even a lifetime.

But Lu Mingfei simply didn't want to delve into any of them.

Indeed, if Lu Mingfei could delve deeply into a particular area, he would certainly be able to win in the competition within the academy and even spread his reputation throughout the world.

On the other hand, Lu Mingfei always felt that he would regret choosing the path forward too early, making it impossible to transition later.

This subtle premonition lingered in his heart, like a thorn stuck in his throat, preventing Lu Mingfei from chewing up and swallowing this knowledge.

Why is that?

Lu Mingfei frowned and began to think, but he couldn't come to a conclusion no matter how much he thought about it.

The next instant, the wallet began to vibrate, and a petite girl with enormous horns on her head peeked out from it. Her body strangely stretched out of the wallet, only shrinking to the size of a normal girl when she stepped onto the ground.

Tiamat reached out and grabbed Lu Mingfei's shoulder, and with a little force, he lost his balance and fell onto the bed.

"@%#@————"

"What? I don't understand." Lu Mingfei reached out and touched Tiamat's face. "Also, how did you get out?"

""

"Being able to move freely? Is that a privilege of mythical creatures?"

Tiamat shook her head, gently raising her hand as if trying to grasp something. Lu Mingfei looked around, a sudden thought striking him: "You mean, the golden cup? That golden cup filled with blood wine? You want that?"

Tiamat began to nod, and then began to mutter in the ancient language.

"I already told you I don't understand—" Lu Mingfei stood up, grabbed a pen and a notebook from the table, "Here, write this down. I should be able to understand the writing—right?"

Tiamat took the pen and began to draw in the notebook.

It was a strange yet simple symbol; Lu Mingfei felt as if his brain had been pricked by a needle after just one glance—

At the same time, the meaning of the symbol itself also flooded in: the golden cup, original sin, the origin of life, the beginning—layers upon layers of vastly different meanings could all be expressed through this one symbol, so the information density of this one symbol was extremely high.

So how can we eliminate this effect?

It's very simple: don't look at each individual symbol, but look at the entire sentence.

When Lu Mingfei opened his eyes again, Tiamat had already finished writing. Strangely, the pressure created by that sentence consisting of six symbols was much less than that of a single word—even if the symbols at the end were covered and only the first one was seen, Lu Mingfei could not read any meaning other than "golden cup".

"Designing a summoning circle to additionally awaken the Golden Cup"—that's what this sentence means.

"You want me to design the magic circle?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly. "It's possible, but the problem is—"

"I've never even seen this golden cup," so how can I design it? Can you let me see it?

Lu Mingfei didn't really care about this—he couldn't figure out the answer to what he was thinking about anytime soon, so there was nothing wrong with trying a different approach.

Moreover, giving Tiamat more power is actually strengthening Lu Mingfei himself, isn't it? In the end, he is also Lu Mingfei's own magical spirit.

Tiamat nodded happily, patting her slender thighs. Lu Mingfei looked at her face, then at the spot she was pointing to: "Besides this method, are there any other methods?"

Tiamat pretended to think, then made a move as if to pounce into Lu Mingfei's arms—

"Never mind then, you'll have to suffer a bit with your legs. I really can't handle such a large area of ​​direct contact," Lu Mingfei muttered, gently resting his head on Tiamat's thigh.