god of tomorrow

"Waaaaah—"

"His Majesty the King should be aware of the current state of the Temple of All Things. The disintegration of the Temple of All Things will only embolden the Church of Dawn. What is he thinking?"

"Waaaaahh ...

Hill knew nothing and cried all the way to school. She was still crying when she arrived, clinging to the gate and screaming, refusing to go back to her dorm no matter what.

Gao Wen grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back.

Instead of running away at the first sign of trouble, he skipped his coffee and, based on the amount of rainfall expected in Hill, decided to spend the night at an off-campus hotel.

……

Second-floor bedroom.

Gao Wen sat cross-legged, deeply meditating as he opened the city gates, waving flags and shouting as a great Confucian scholar, welcoming the four elemental armies into the city.

The concentration of the four elements on campus is much higher than off campus, making it unique in the entire university town. It is very suitable for meditation and cultivation, which should be the effect of the magic tower.

Placed in the adjacent photography studio, this is called a blessed land combined with a spirit-gathering array established by the ancestral master.

During his visit to the Cathedral of All Things, Gao Wencai replenished himself with a massive amount of life essence, which was then absorbed and allowed to circulate within his body. In the future, he will be able to generate his own life essence without the need for external introduction.

When he was repairing the Seven-Colored Gemstone, he had already explored his own potential. The repair of the Aria Scepter was to achieve the perfect state of the Golden Blood.

It was successful, but the golden blood was not seen; it remained red. Gawain had not tested the specific effects of the burst of blood and was unsure to what extent it could be activated in conjunction with the system.

Anyway, I feel refreshed and comfortable, with a warm feeling all over my body.

With such a great condition, it would be a shame not to cultivate.

The ranking of a mage's skill level is not based on the amount of magic they master, but solely on the mage's own abilities; the key is the mage's magical reserves.

After awakening one's magical power, the first breakthrough of the threshold marks the dividing line between a magic apprentice and a full-fledged mage. Crossing this threshold makes one a full-fledged mage, while failing to do so means remaining an apprentice for life.

But the true defining characteristic of a formal mage is the release of magical power!

Without magic release, one cannot activate the magic shield. No matter how much magic one masters, one is just a glass cannon with high attack but low defense, and cannot last long in one-on-one or group battles.

With a shield, you can stack armor immediately. Even if you get hit, it means you have breathing room, and with breathing room, you have the possibility of turning defeat into victory.

In short, Gao Wen has been wanting to unleash his inner demons for some time, but his physical condition has prevented him from doing so, which is why he has been putting it off.

The talent is incredible!

The prerequisite for unleashing magic is to fill the empty container. Only when it is full can it explode. Otherwise, even if you shake a half-full bucket, it won't burst out.

Gawain's physical abilities were exceptionally outstanding. Each training session was a trial of his potential, and without knowing his limits, he couldn't determine the size of his own potential. Had he not acquired the Golden Blood and deeply developed his potential, thus avoiding these trials, the process of exploring and unlocking his magical power would have been far more lengthy.

"Whoa~~~"

Gao Wen let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of blue light appeared in his eyes.

He sensed it; the accumulated magic power was about to fill the container. It would happen as early as mid-month or as late as the end of the month, and he would be able to unleash his magic power before summer vacation arrived.

If you're lucky, you can accumulate more free attribute points on the highway and get even faster.

"What a fulfilling day!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Another day without any results..."

In a certain place in the capital, seven or eight mice gathered together for a meeting.

They were victims of the Sunset Town incident, claiming to be victims because everyone hates rats, and many familiar or unfamiliar nobles stood up to beat them when they were down. More than twenty weak noble families could not survive in the capital, either going bankrupt or moving away, leaving only a few of them to barely survive.

Claiming to be victims is not about self-aggrandizement; in their minds, their child hasn't done anything heinous.

There might be a tiny bit of resentment among the people, but it's still a long way from incurring divine wrath. Otherwise, if a single bolt of lightning struck down from the gods, not only would they suffer, but ninety-nine percent of the nobles in the capital would also die.

They did the same thing, but they were the only ones who were dragged out as negative examples. What else could they be but victims?

So they formed a revenge alliance, sticking together for mutual support while investigating the truth about Sunset Town, either to shift the blame or to drag more nobles into the mess.

Everything will be alright once the truth is found!

"I have some information here, but I'm not sure if I should tell you."

"At this critical juncture, what is there that can't be said?"

“I am a member of the Griffiths family auction house, and I receive an invitation to the auction every month. One of the items in this auction is…”

The man took out an invitation and pointed to the item marked '09': "A sample of the flesh and blood of an unknown creature, collected from heretics, a forbidden product of black magic, dangerous and rare."

"???" x6

A series of question marks flashed through my mind; I didn't understand what he was talking about.

“Black magic is not dark magic, but hell magic. This flesh and blood sample was taken from Rupert.” The door to the secret chamber opened, and the former court sorcerer Dylan walked in. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked listless. Due to the continuous blows, he was completely dispirited.

Upon seeing Dylan appear, the others shrank back, held their breath, and fell silent.

Dylan, also a member of the Avengers, lost his job, his son, and his future was bleak. He longed for the truth more than anyone else.

Others seek revenge to shift blame or for a life of luxury. Dylan is different. His revenge is literal; he wants the king and the Church of Dawn to pay the price, to bring the truth to light, and to prevent his son from dying in such a muddled way.

Dylan picked up the invitation, his bloodshot eyes fixed on lot number 09, his voice hoarse: "I've accepted the invitation. I'll attend the auction in your place."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left.

"I know that black magic is heretical and evil, but have you ever heard of hell?"

"Never heard of it." x6

"It's best if you haven't heard of it. Don't ask about it; it's not something we need to know."

"Ignore that old madman. He's attacking anyone he can get his hands on now. I regret bringing him into this."

"Alright, let's continue."

"Sigh, another fruitless day..." x7

Chapter 100 I am Gauss, worth 800 million

"Gawain, are you going to the auction?"

Tonight is the auction date. There is an item provided by the adventurer Gauss. Hill asked Gawain if he was interested. If so, he could arrange an invitation to the auction free of charge.

"Is what I'm missing that invitation?"

Poverty diminishes ambition, and Gao Wen, feeling listless, muttered, "Some people look poor but are actually very rich. I'm different; I look poor, but I'm actually poorer than I appear."

It's pitiful, but Gawain has been having bad luck with money lately. He didn't pick up anything when he went out in Sunset Town, but he did get a 50 red envelope from Dawn's father-in-law. He also smashed the rainbow diamond he had high hopes for into the water, only to be met with a disdainful look from the saintess.

If he hadn't been quick-witted, he wouldn't have gotten the 100 million yuan hush money.

We can only hope to recoup our losses at the auction. Hopefully, we can get a good price and not disappoint him.

Poverty is the root of all evil, while wealth is the source of happiness. Money can't solve all problems, but it can bring happiness. With summer vacation just around the corner, Gao Wen, who doesn't know where his wild father is, is already thinking about going to work on the commercial street and selling his body to earn some hard-earned money.

He won't sell, but Ox-Head and Horse-Face will. Undead + breaking a boulder on the chest, is that worth it?

Also, after being free from Hervy's harassment for more than half a month, Gawain was happy to have some free time, but he also missed Red Hair a little.

Do you still want to make a profit from Fan Sen's 1000 million? If not, I certainly will!

Your sister promised to pay you 200 million yuan a month for being her mistress, why hasn't she sent the money yet?

This is the last chance for the Gold Fan Club to get a free meal, and it's been reserved especially for you!

Gao Wen had a lot to say to Herwi, but he didn't know why she was avoiding him, so he didn't go to the girls' dormitory to find out.

Hervy: Is it possible that your girlfriend was actively pursued and won over, instead of just appearing on your balcony the moment you opened your eyes?

Lily: He just doesn't care about you, it's so infuriating, I can't stand it anymore!

Gawain's face screamed poverty, a sentiment Hill couldn't fully grasp, but he'd seen it on many faces, like his perverted female knight. She was short of money and went to nightclubs looking for quick cash; luckily, she met him and avoided losing her virginity that night.

The difference is that the female knight is genuinely short of money, while Hill would never believe Gawain was short of money.

If you don't have money, just call home. You're just too proud to admit it and won't bow down to your family.

Hill ignored Gawain's complaints and said cheerfully, "Cousin, aren't you usually good at finding things? You haven't found anything strange or unusual lately."

"Have."

Gao Wen raised his left and right hands: "This hand picked up the Holy Maiden's butt, this hand picked up the Holy Maiden's slender waist. We're brothers, you can have a 2000 million smell."

"It's as if the Holy Maiden is a piece of cake..."

"Never mind how many pieces the Holy Maiden has, just tell me if you want to smell them or not!"

"I'm not that bored!"

Hill refused to be fooled. Gawain had touched her three days ago and had already washed his hands. It wasn't that easy to deceive him.

He bet his cousin Hugh's younger brother that if he went over there now, he would only smell Gawain's farts!

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the auction?"

"Don't go."

"Then I'll go by myself."

Hill scurried out the door. There were a few female interns at the auction house who were particularly eager to advance their careers and were always thinking of taking shortcuts to become full-time auctioneers. The manager had complained to him a lot, which made him so angry that his pride was practically frozen. Today was the perfect opportunity to go over and give them a lecture.

……

Two hours later, Hill returned to the dormitory in tears and immediately kicked open Gawain's bedroom door.

"Something's wrong, Gawain! Something's happened!"

"What happened? Did it fail to sell?"

"No, the buyer was very discerning, and the competition was fierce, with a price tag of a full fifty million!"

"!"

Upon hearing the price of fifty million, Gao Wen's eyes lit up. He quickly stopped meditating and happily invited his cousin to sit down: "According to the auction house's rules, after taking 20% ​​of the profits, there's still 40 million left. You truly are my good cousin; you're so happy that I'm making money."

"No, someone stole the goods."

"!!!"

Upon hearing that fifty million was gone, Gawain's eyes turned red. He grabbed Hill's shoulder and pulled the blue-haired man who had just sat down up: "Explain yourself clearly, who did it, and what exactly happened?"