Four-Zero-Eight nodded somewhat sheepishly. "Yes, I have a product of my own ability too. But its effects aren't particularly special."
Angel asked with interest, "Could you elaborate?"
After hesitating for a moment, Four-Zero-Eight reached into the pouch at her waist. A few seconds later, she took out a tiny booklet and handed it to Angel.
"What's recorded in here is the product of my ability."
Angel lowered his head and examined the booklet.
There were no words or markings on its cover at all, only a pure white design.
Upon opening it, he discovered that the inside was not made up of pages, but neatly arranged transparent films.
It looked rather like a photo album.
Yet the films contained not photographs, but rectangular cards.
So this was... a card collection album?
As Angel pondered this inwardly, he began examining the cards inside.
Barring any surprises, these cards should be related to Four-Zero-Eight's ability product.
However, after scrutinizing several cards, Angel's expression became utterly bewildered.
What... was this?
The cards resembled tarot cards somewhat. Their backs bore dazzling vine-like patterns, while their faces depicted various characters.
For instance, the four cards on the first page had the following faces:
"Praying Holy Nun": A young girl in a holy dress clasped her chest and prayed silently. Brilliant sunlight traced a radiant golden outline around her figure.
"Cunning Merchant": In a corner of a magnificently decorated shop, a sleazy green-skinned Pirus stood in the shadows, rubbing his hands together as he watched the shop's customers with a sinister grin.
"Discord-Sowing Strategist": A dark-skinned man smiled as he offered counsel to the king on the throne. The king nodded repeatedly as he listened, yet failed to notice that a second face had grown on the man's back. That face no longer wore a smile;