[If you're in a certain scenario, under a certain identity, at a certain time... you can radiate a brilliance that even you find unbelievable, far surpassing those geniuses.]
[You...]
[Will you be content to abandon this extreme potential, satisfied with your current mediocrity?]
...
"Shua—!"
Before Wang Xingkong's eyes, the swirling blue mist suddenly gathered inward, swiftly sketching out a clear figure—
It was a child, wearing a garland of purple grapes and olive leaves, with a body pieced together from Red Hearts, Spades, Clubs, and Square Cards. Initially, it was a face of childish innocence, with nothing special about it. Until the figure's hand flicked, a thin membrane like a mask peeled away, revealing the true face.
A face that made Wang Xingkong's pupils constrict to the extreme.
—A face that bore a seven-point resemblance to Wang Xingkong.
