Chen Mu used up all sixty-three bottles of card ink. His success rate was still quite low: he successfully made six cards, a rate of less than ten percent. Compared with yesterday, however, he had made considerable progress.
One hundred and five bottles of card ink had consumed five hundred million worth of materials, averaging five million per bottle. Even Chen Mu felt an agonizing pang at such enormous expenditure, but he understood that this was a necessary process. Fortunately, he was short of everything now except funds. Moreover, the vast majority of the supplies seized from the Kawashita Alliance, worth as much as fifty billion, were cardmaking materials.
Chen Mu's gains were not limited to his success rate. Four-star cards placed extremely high demands on perception in every respect, including its strength and fine control.
Making each card was like a training session for Chen Mu, tempering the brand-new perception within his body and making him a little more familiar with it. With every completed card, his strength improved a fraction.
The difficulty and sheer volume of the training made Chen Mu progress at a tremendous pace. After using up all sixty-three bottles of card ink, he still felt he had strength to spare. Only then did he suddenly realize that his perception had undergone a qualitative leap without his noticing.
He could make cards and train his perception at the same time, killing two birds with one stone. After a full day, Chen Mu felt that his control over his perception had improved significantly. But when he thought about how this small improvement had cost him three hundred million Odi, excitement mingled with the ache of spending so much. It was pain and pleasure all at once.
Mobley slowly controlled the perception within his body, holding a ball