Luba's Soul Tarot

No matter the world, profession, or species, "bottlenecks" were real.

Bottlenecks were generally discussed alongside talent and potential, because only those without talent or potential would get stuck by one.

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Many Professionals got stuck at critical thresholds like level 5, 11, and 17. No matter how desperately they trained or fought, they could not advance even half a step, wasting away their entire lives.

Hard work was certainly useful, but only at certain stages. Once a person's potential had run dry, relying on hard work was less worthwhile than taking a gamble on luck.

If some big shot happened to take a liking to you, soaring to great heights was no longer a dream.

Anse shook his head and stopped letting his thoughts wander. In any case, he was not the one lacking talent.

He was in excellent condition and had just been about to leave and explore the Mushroom Forest when he suddenly remembered the deck of Tarot Cards he had thrown into the prison.

With that thought, he stepped forward, and his body appeared out of thin air within a black-stone prison. The floor was completely empty, save for a deck of Tarot Cards.

The Warlock and his accomplices' corpses had long since been dealt with, and the spoils were safely stored in his room. This was the only item he had not dared touch.

He had previously tried using "Legend Lore" to obtain some information, but the spell also required a name or more detailed information as a lead. There were far too many legends concerning Tarot Cards, and the information he had received was extremely vague and of little use.

He crouched down