"Anime? Mahou... Shoujo?"

Lia was utterly confused, but genuine surprise and delight still bloomed in her heart for Su Hong’s successful Spirit Card creation.

"So amazing! Before your amnesia, you might not have been just a powerful Spirit Cardmaster—you could’ve even been a Spirit Glyphsmith!"

*Amnesia’s already the default assumption?! Hey!!*

Su Hong rubbed his forehead and shifted topics. "Do you have a Spirit Card Slot with you?"

"My Spirit Card Slot’s broken... I haven’t bought a new one yet..." Lia turned her head away shyly, fingers nervously clasped.

With no other option, Su Hong waved at the guard lying on the ground. "Hey~ Still alive?"

"Alive! Very alive! Lord Su Hong, please use my Spirit Card Slot!" The guard scrambled up, unfastened the Slot from his waist, and offered it respectfully with both hands.

After taking it, Su Hong instinctively moved to hand it to Lia for mana activation—but the moment his fingers closed around the Slot, a strange current surged within him. Flowing like blood, yet eerily controllable. He froze.

Lia tilted her head slightly, puzzled.

The guard shuddered, a chill creeping up his spine. *Oh no—he heard everything I said to Lia earlier! He’s deciding my fate right now!*

"Lord Su Hong... I—I wasn’t slandering you! You’ve only touched Spirit Glyphsmith arts for two days! I truly can’t fathom anyone being this skilled... Please, please don’t be angry!"

"What?" Su Hong blinked back to reality and shot him a bewildered look. "Slander? I was just shocked. So it’s true—anyone has mana? With a Spirit Card Slot, even *I* can use it?"

Silence. Everyone stared.

Especially the guard, face twisted in disbelief. *He punched a hole through a wall earlier—and still thought he had no mana?! Does he have zero clue how strong he is?!*

"Hmm, having mana’s convenient," Su Hong murmured with a nod. *Now I can test Spirit Cards myself.*

To the guard, those words echoed like: *"This mana trick’s useful. Next time I dislike someone... crush their skull."*

He swallowed hard, wiping cold sweat from his brow.

Su Hong slid the Spirit Card into the Slot and channeled mana by instinct.

The Slot flared to life like electrified glass, projecting a vibrant cascade of light and motion.

The guard’s eyes locked onto the screen. *It’s his first Spirit Card... must be amateurish.* But the very first scene shattered that thought.

Music swelled. Characters moved—stylized, not photorealistic, yet hauntingly beautiful. The girl leaping across ruins sent a faint tremor through his bones.

Spirit Cards reflect only what’s in the Glyphsmith’s mind. No imagination? Nothing appears.

Yet this—music, visuals, voice acting—flawless.

*He composed and illustrated all this... in his head... in just over an hour?!* The guard barely tore his gaze toward Su Hong.

But Su Hong showed no pride—only quiet nostalgia, eyes soft on the screen.

*Unfathomable.*

*What humility lets someone achieve this without arrogance? Is this why I’ll never be like him?*

Before he could dwell further, the scene shifted—new music swelled. Wave after wave of awe numbed his senses. Only wonder remained: savoring every frame, every story beat.

When the light faded, the cell hung in breathless silence.

The guard no longer cared about the Card’s mechanics or Su Hong’s depth of talent. His face hollow, heart aching, he could only wonder: *What fate awaits those girls?*

Lia’s eyes glistened; she sniffled. "Why was the blonde girl eaten? She was so kind... And that final credit—'Old Xu'? But your name’s Su Hong, right?"

Su Hong tucked the Spirit Card away with a gentle smile. "Just a morally upright adapter. So—did you like it?"

Lia wiped her eyes and nodded vigorously.