Moreover, Angel had not probed this card to the end.
At present, he had only explored the initial "Singing," yet Angel already felt inspiration about to break out of its shell. If he continued exploring, more lights of inspiration would likely grow within the fields of his heart.
Of course, Angel also knew very well that the generation of inspiration surely had a threshold. It was impossible for a single card to produce inspiration in an endless stream.
By Angel's estimate, this card could bring him at most one or two flashes of inspiration.
Moreover, the effects of similar cards would diminish.
Even if Four-Zero-Eight continued making similar new cards in the future, they likely would not pry open the fields of inspiration so easily as this card had.
But...
This was enough.
The light of inspiration was originally something wondrous, caught by chance. Being able to obtain one or two controllable flashes of inspiration with external aid was already a tremendous stroke of fortune.
To seek an unceasing supply of controllable inspiration—even Angel felt that was simply too greedy.
On the other side, after listening to Angel's account, Four-Zero-Eight's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Although Angel had not given a definite answer, his account had indirectly confirmed it: the card she had made had indeed given Angel the feeling of inspiration breaking through the soil.
That was precisely why Angel had desired it so strongly, even willing to spend money to buy her card.
Four-Zero-Eight was deeply excited at this moment.
After all, she had always felt that the products of her ability were too useless, meant only to assist actors in performing.
But now, she realized that her imagination had not been open enough, and that the direction in which she had drilled into a dead end