god of tomorrow

god of tomorrow

Author: Phoenix Mocking Phoenix

Summary:

"Devout believers, let us, with the utmost humility, sing praises to the Genie, the God of Wishes, the God of Miracles, the Child of the Stars, the Eternal Dawn, the Giant of Light, the Light of Order, the Light in Despair..."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd below surged and whispered among themselves, which then erupted into angry shouts.

"What kind of place charges for making a wish? This is clearly an evil lamp!"

"It's the devil!"

"Destroyer of Light!"

"A parasite on order!"

"Nine Clans Elimination Game!"

"I don't believe in the light. I saw him with my own eyes, arm in arm with the demon..."

"Silence! Silence! Guards, throw these ignorant scoundrels out!"

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Chapter 1 The world is a giant King.

Westman Town.

Nestled on the western side of the Omani mountains, the town is shown in a wide shot. The mountains resemble a gray-green nightgown casually tossed on a sofa, and the town is like a button hidden in its folds.

early morning.

Light, like golden threads, spilled across my pajamas.

At the entrance of the inn in Ximan Town, more than a dozen young people were busy carrying heavy suitcases onto a horse-drawn carriage.

They were students from the History Department of the Philosophy School at the Royal Magic University, dressed in uniform dark blue uniforms with the school emblem of a star and a full moon embroidered on their chests.

This outfit is not only a symbol of status and position, but also a symbol of strength and future prospects. The adventurers they encounter along the way are all different. One second they look fierce and menacing, and the next second their faces are full of thick skin and they put on a kind smile. They are honest and don't talk much.

I can't afford to mess with them, I'm outta here.

Some time ago, a tomb raider who was also an adventurer unearthed a ruin in the mountains of Oman and obtained a large amount of treasure and many precious artifacts.

When the news reached the capital, Professor Van Wechs, the head of the history department, acquired a rare item. However, upon realizing that many treasures were scattered outside his own collection, he felt extremely distressed, much like Abe was heartbroken when he encountered Kennedy.

Without much thought, he personally funded an archaeological team and led elite students into the Omani mountains for a rescue excavation. They rushed along the way and arrived in Siman town last night.

The road into the town is wide enough, but once you go deeper into the mountains, the mountain road becomes winding, rugged and difficult to travel, and the soil is extremely poor, making it impossible for vehicles to pass. You can only rely on oxen and horses for transportation, which is why we were busy this morning.

The luggage piled on the carriage, apart from the students' changes of clothes and a small amount of food, consisted mostly of professional archaeological equipment. These included measuring rulers for mapping the structure of ruins, ancient book rubbing tools wrapped in soft velvet, and four or five wooden boxes specially marked as fragile, containing precision instruments for analyzing magical remnants.

These instruments were borrowed by Professor Vanvich from the university laboratory and were incredibly expensive. He didn't trust the hotel porters, so he organized the students to unload and load the goods.

For the sake of the academic credits, the students dared not complain.

Moreover, although they were students, many of them had already obtained the qualifications of 'formal mages', their bodies brimming with magical power, and their every move exuding extraordinary strength. Even those magic apprentices who were not formal mages, after long-term tempering with magical power, were much stronger than ordinary people, and could easily handle some heavy objects.

Mages are not physically weak; on the contrary, the more powerful a mage is, the more astonishing their strength.

The trainees worked swiftly and easily loaded the heavy boxes onto the carriage. With the last piece of luggage secured, the caravan was about to set off.

Before getting on the bus, the trainees performed a "cleaning ritual" on themselves, sweeping away the dust, and each of them looked brand new.

In the last carriage, a young man in a school uniform looked at his classmates with curiosity and envy. He was easily eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome face, black hair and black eyes, a high nose bridge, and a sharp jawline.

After the caravan of more than ten horse-drawn carriages set off, the young man looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face filled with melancholy and sighs.

The young man's name was Gao Wen, and he had traveled through time two days ago.

The process of time travel was not complicated, unlike others who stumbled upon great luck.

On the weekend, Mr. Wang said that climbing mountains on the Double Ninth Festival symbolizes longevity, so he organized a team-building activity to climb a mountain together. When Gao Wen was taking pictures at the top of the mountain, his foot slipped and his vision went black. When he opened his eyes again, he was on the universal continent of Earth.

As a newcomer, Gao Wen was unfamiliar with the place and the people. He took out his student ID and realized his identity.

Golden Kingdom, Royal Magic University, freshman.

Gao Wen did not inherit the original body's memories and only had a student ID to obtain limited information. His understanding of himself and his environment was severely lacking. Therefore, he spent the last two days observing and listening more and not speaking. He did not get close to his classmates and even chose the last carriage.

There was another important reason why Gao Wen pretended to be indifferent and didn't communicate with his classmates.

When he woke up, he found that his neck was very painful. After looking in the mirror, he found a needle mark with a dark bruise.

He died from poisoning!

Gawain knew a lot about locked-room mysteries and the like; thousands of episodes of theory were enough to put him into practice, but solving the case and uncovering the killer was a challenge for him. After some rational analysis, he realized that the victim was the only one alive, and the possibility of a local gang or adventurers committing the crime for money was very low. The killer must know the original owner of this body, and it was highly likely that he was in the archaeological team.

A revenge killing, or a crime of passion.

Further analysis failed Gao Wen. The archaeological team consisted of nearly twenty people, and he couldn't even tell who was who. He had no idea who his friends were or who his enemies were. Without knowing the motive, he couldn't deduce the suspect.

The deceased cannot solve this case.

Even if we can't break it, we have to break it!

If the murderer can kill him once, he can kill him a second time!

The original owner's death was too suspicious. Gao Wen was just an office worker. He was asked to take on a murder case as soon as he arrived. It was unrealistic to force him into this situation, but for the sake of his life, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue.

On the bright side, the world is just one giant "Boss Wang" (a popular internet meme). Any place with people can be seen as an office. It doesn't matter if you can't solve cases, as long as you know how to scheme and plot.

Not to brag, but as a seasoned office worker who is adept at slacking off, Gao Wen boasts that he has a great talent for reading people.

The look in someone's eyes when they want to stab someone is impossible to hide; the murderer will definitely leave a clue.

For the past two days, Gao Wen had been observing, watching who showed surprise at his resurrection, who would subtly observe him, and who would offer sudden, veiled concern...

His analysis was fierce and his observations were meticulous, but he couldn't find anything. It was as if he had made a mistake in his initial analysis, and the murderer was not in the archaeological team at all.

impossible!

He must be a repeat offender with extremely high mental fortitude!

To be fair, Gawain's observation skills are indeed remarkable. He has gathered a lot of information in the past two days and has a general understanding of everyone in the archaeological team. At least he can name everyone.

For example, the senior student on the other side is named Juno. She is tall, with a slim waist and a large bust, and has dazzling blonde hair. The two senior students, A and B, are chatting and laughing with her.

“Gao Wenxue, you’re spacing out here again. You’re always alone.”

Holden jumped down from the carriage in front, easily climbed onto the last carriage, and familiarly put his arm around Gawain's shoulder, acting like they were good buddies.

Who are you? Are we that close?

Looking at the senior with green hair and a cheerful smile, Gao Wen silently complained to himself that the forests in this world were all different colors, much more colorful than the cement factory in the village twenty years ago.

Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious; congratulations, you've officially been promoted to Suspect Number 2.

Gao Wen raised his hand and touched his neck. He had to admit that he was not only handsome now, but also incredibly muscular. His abdominal and pectoral muscles were strong and firm, and with a slight exertion, the smooth muscles in his arms bulged like steel due to explosive power.

Powerful and robust!

With looks like that and a figure like that, even Photoshop wouldn't dare to edit photos like that.

The most amazing thing is his self-healing ability. From the moment he woke up, the black toxins on his neck dissipated in half an hour, and the blood hole had already healed. Moreover, he did not experience any discomfort from being poisoned or losing his ability to move from beginning to end.

Is this true for everyone, or is it just him?

If it's the latter, is that a perk for time travelers?

If so, it's really rather shabby.

If only there were a system, he wouldn't ask for much, just a lazy system where you can gain points just by lying down.

Unfortunately, it's unacceptable; if it's not there, it's not there.

ε=(?ο｀*)))

Time travel is no easy feat, even a handsome young man sighs.

"Why are you looking so gloomy? If you have any problems, just tell me, and I'll help you!" Holden said warmly.

You must be a senior from Chengdu!

Gawain didn't reply. When he touched his neck, Holden's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of his inner turmoil.

Seeing that Gawain was still ignoring him, Holden persisted, rambling on and on about everything from astronomy and geography to the female students' butts.

Gawain didn't interrupt. He was new here, and this was all important intelligence that would help him understand the new world faster.

"By the way, junior, what's your relationship with Professor Van Welch?"

In the end, Holden's enthusiasm was completely dampened by the cold shoulder, and he couldn't help but reveal his true intentions: "Tell me, just one, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"It's alright."

“How could it be unrelated? Actually, even if you don’t say it, everyone knows what’s going on…” Holden chuckled, winked, and whispered his guess.

This archaeological team consisted entirely of second- and third-year students, except for Gao Wen, who was a freshman. Moreover, Gao Wen, a freshman, had just completed his enrollment procedures and hadn't even received his bedding yet; he was led to dig graves—I mean, archaeology—on his very first day of school. Who would believe he had nothing to do with Professor Fan Weiqi, the team leader!

These credits were earned for free, and the department head led the team. Countless senior students would have begged for them on their knees.

Such a thing is unbelievable!

Upon hearing Holden's account, Gawain's heart sank. No wonder, in his list of suspects, VanVleet was number one, the prime suspect. Holden's intelligence further corroborated this suspicion, solidifying VanVleet's position as the number one suspect.

Yes, although the archaeological team was a makeshift operation, more like a group outing, it was highly suspicious that they would bring along a complete novice with no prior experience for no reason!

Of course, it's possible that the original owner did know Professor Vanvich, perhaps through his maternal great-uncle or something similar, but he, the later owner, was unaware of it.

Thinking of this, Gawain pushed away Holden's hand that was on his shoulder, pretended to stretch and stood up, his gaze seemingly casually falling on the winding dirt road in front of the convoy, while glancing out of the corner of his eye at Professor Vanwich, who was riding a horse.

At this moment, Professor Vanvich sat sideways on his horse, his back to the rising sun, examining a map.

He wore a wide-brimmed black hat, the brim pulled low, casting a shadow over most of his face, revealing only his sharp, hooked nose. In the heavy shadow, his narrow eyes showed no gentle wisdom, only a cold, hard gleam.

A hooked nose, a pointed chin, gloomy eyes, a boss-like face, and no beard—this guy doesn't look like a good person!

Gao Wen sat down, deep in thought. This archaeological team seemed unremarkable, yet it gave him an indescribable sense of unease. If possible, he really didn't want Professor Van Vich to be the murderer.

After all, they couldn't win.

Even if he had a pistol hidden in his pocket, he would have no chance of winning.