god of tomorrow

What a joke! At the time, Gao Wen simply released the person into the air. The robber died from falling from a great height. It was his own lack of skill that had anything to do with Gao Wen.

You have completed the mission [counter-attack]

[Task Evaluation: S+ (Good will always prevail over evil; this is an ironclad law etched in the annals of history and a belief deeply engraved in people's hearts. Your act of crushing evil today is not merely a personal struggle, but a defense of justice, a steadfast adherence to conscience, and a responsibility to the future.)]

[Task Rewards: 5000 Experience Points, 500 Gold Coins, 20 Basic Free Attribute Points]

[A rating of S+ will double the task reward]

Making so much money it'll be hard to keep up!

With Fan Weiwei preceding him and Fan Sen following in his footsteps, the Fan family's image in Gao Wen's mind rose rapidly.

Without much thought, he poured all 40 points of his free attribute into magic power, causing that attribute to exceed its maximum potential.

Speed: 62 (A+)

Strength: 60 (A+)

Endurance: 77 (A+)

Charisma: 80 (A+)

Magic Power: 144 (S+)

Necromancy is a high-level spell that consumes a considerable amount of mana, and the ammunition for the Ferryman also requires a large amount of mana. If Gawain hadn't possessed the Ferryman, which is equivalent to holding the Proof of the Underworld, making his necromancy spells consume far less mana than other mages, and hadn't recently learned the technique of meditation bursts, three bullets would have drained him dry.

Weaknesses must be addressed as soon as possible, otherwise, when casting spells, we will consume not magic power, but life force.

Gawain waved his hand, sending Ox-Head and Horse-Face back to the underworld. The deathly aura dissipated, and the suffocating pressure also dissipated.

Half an hour later, the surrounding space began to fluctuate more violently, and the scene before Gawain's eyes resembled a reflection on water broken by a pebble. After a moment of disorientation and distortion, the warm yellow light, the towering bookshelves, and the unique aroma of paper, ink, and spices once again took over his senses.

came back!

At my feet, the magical artifact 'Magic Corridor' lay quietly.

About the size of a fist, it resembles a Rubik's Cube in shape and is made up of dozens of smaller geometric shapes, with a faint silver sheen on its surface.

It feels cold to the touch, more like ice than metal, making it impossible to determine the material.

Ding ding ding————

An announcement came over the loudspeaker that the library was about to close and the Spells in the Bottle had begun to urge people out.

Gao Wen didn't have time to observe carefully. He left with the Rubik's Cube in his pocket. He didn't intend to expose what happened today. He knew very well that Fan Sen wouldn't give up. The mission would generate new missions. This matter was not over.

The prize pool is still growing!

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Dormitory area, villas.

"Gawain, you've got the guts to go to Frey's, you've got the guts to open... wait, the door's still open?"

The wailing and howling of the pig being slaughtered stopped abruptly halfway through. Hill stood outside the door peeking in, suspicious and hesitant to go inside immediately.

Something's definitely wrong here.

"What are you doing standing outside? Come in!"

Gawain waved him away impatiently. Usually, when Hill wasn't allowed in, he would shout louder than anyone else, but today, once the door was open, he didn't dare to come in.

"Gawain, why didn't you meditate today?"

"I'm waiting for you."

"Oh, no wonder you kept refusing before..."

Hill's expression changed as he thought of the traditional aristocratic family clansmen who went deep behind enemy lines, and he could already picture it in his mind. He said dryly, "Well, I still have some poop burning in the kitchen. I'll go back and take a dump first."

"What nonsense! I have something important to discuss with you. Come in and close the door."

"No! We who are upright and honest should speak with our doors open!"

Hill shook his head and refused, his feet firmly planted outside the door: "Cousin, although we are both traditional nobles and enjoy novelty and excitement, there are some paths we cannot take. Take my advice, those are crooked paths."

Gawain was completely bewildered, having no idea what Hill was talking about.

"Come with me tonight, let's go sightseeing with some elegant ladies, that's the right way to live."

Hill nodded very seriously: "Believe me, I've climbed to the top and I've been through the depths, and both have been incredibly beneficial to me... In short, you'll understand how wrong you were when you get there."

Damn it, you've corrupted me!

Gao Wen, annoyed by his own quick understanding, complained, "Why haven't I driven you crazy with my constant harassment?"

"Scientific research shows that humans can drink water at 0 degrees Celsius and urinate urine at 36 degrees Celsius, so the essence of a human being is a beaker."

A person who argues endlessly, even when there is no truth to their words, is a typical argumentative personality.

Gawain, not wanting to waste any more words, took out the Rubik's Cube: "Help me see what this treasure is?"

"Hey, where did you get this?"

Hill initially dismissed it, but upon realizing the source of the enormous wealth was unclear, he immediately moved closer to investigate.

"Pick it up."

Gao Wen replied truthfully that there was no one around, not even the owner, and the word "picked up" was appropriate to the objective facts and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Come on, how come I can't find it? Do you really think I'm a college student?"

Hill looked disdainful, then suddenly realized something and frowned, saying, "Tell me the truth, did Van Sen's men attack you?"

This guy is never stupid; he's definitely smart. Because he can solve problems by spending money, and his cousin, who's tied to his family, is only focused on slacking off, he's too lazy to use his brain, making his intelligence seem unpredictable and fluctuating.

"Yeah, in the library, three faculty members. I'm so scared I haven't eaten yet."

"Tsk tsk, they have some nerve to cause trouble at school. This is a big deal. The dean will go crazy if he finds out, and the principal will want to die."

Hill raised an eyebrow: "It's a waste to leave such a weakness out of our hands. I have a perfectly legitimate but underhanded trick that can not only kill Van Sen, but also smear the Second Prince's face with shit. Do you want to hear it?"

Chapter 34 Small and Cute

What plan should be devised?

Gawain urged Hill to explain quickly. He wasn't interested in smearing the second prince's face with excrement, since they had no grudge against each other. He just wanted to know how wicked the kid could be.

"The treasure you found is a magical artifact..."

The magical civilization of the Universal Continent is brilliant, with a history spanning two thousand years, enough to establish a detailed classification of magical items. Even today, with numerous scholars and schools of thought, the most widely accepted and circulated standard remains the one established by the Universal Church.

Ordinary iron, ordinary utensils, ritual implements, sacred objects.

This standard is quite old and somewhat outdated in today's era of rapid industrial advancement. However, it is an official definition, not based on experts or professors, making it the most authoritative. It also has an undeniable advantage: it does not classify items by power but directly addresses the core characteristics of magical items.

Strip away the fancy appearances and return to the essence of the object.

Iron refers to ordinary metals, wood, or stone products that have not undergone any magical treatment; it is the most basic substance in the world.

Leaving aside ordinary wooden sticks and stones, these were tools from the time of the terrifying upright apes, before the advent of magical civilization. The general public's understanding of ordinary iron usually extends to forged metal products such as swords, shields, and armor.

Its core characteristics are no magic resistance, it is completely limited by the laws of physics, it will rust, break, and wear down, and it is a consumable and cannon fodder item. The prop circle sits at the table with the children.

Ordinary artifacts refer to high-grade metal, wood, or stone products that have not undergone any magical treatment. They are equipment that has been crafted to perfection by master craftsmen, even without enchantment, such as priceless ornaments, swords, and scepters that symbolize noble status.

Its core characteristic is that its craftsmanship has reached the pinnacle of magic-free craftsmanship, which can temporarily resist or even counter magic.

According to this definition, firearms, cannons, and other thermal weapons, including explosives, should be classified as mortal weapons since they are not enchanted. However, because they convert energy by boiling water, they meet the energy standard of the definition of magical weapons. Moreover, they are extremely powerful, posing a fatal threat to magicians and even completely destroying magical weapons. In terms of destructive power alone, they are more than capable of sitting at an adult's table.

To put it bluntly, many adults are no match for them!

Unfortunately, you can't sit there. Even if you can fight, you have to go to the children's table. Magical artifacts have a strict set of definition standards, and the threshold restrictions are very strict. There is no admission ticket for firearms.

This is a clash between two eras, and the controversy has never stopped. To completely convince the public and determine which table to sit at, a new set of standards must be announced.

It's still a pity that the standards can't be made public. Firstly, there are no suitable standards, as the pace of industrial development is faster than the speed of patching things up. Secondly, there is a lack of people or forces with enough influence to define the standards.

Next are the ritual implements.

Magical artifacts refer to metal, wood, or stone products that have been enchanted, which can transmit magical power and resonate with the user's spiritual power.

No matter how powerful a mortal artifact is, it is ultimately an inanimate object, while a magical artifact is 'alive,' holding the ticket to the magical world and stepping from the material realm into the energy realm.

An ordinary fire poker is made of common iron, but when engraved with a 'glowing' rune, it can channel magic to emit a flare, and thus it becomes a magical artifact; a priceless gem badge is a common item, but when engraved with a 'heat-resistant' rune, it can reduce the damage from flames, and thus it is elevated to a magical artifact.

The forging materials can determine the upper and lower limits of a magical artifact, but cannot be used to define it. Its core characteristic is magical superconductivity.

The so-called magic superconductivity is to break the shackles of the laws of physics, achieve resonance and amplification, help users mobilize magic more efficiently, and amplify their own abilities.

The user only needs to inject a small amount of magic power into the artifact as a fuse, and the runic circuit inside the artifact will instantly activate, thereby triggering a fixed spell and achieving the effect of instant magic.

Finally, there are the sacred artifacts.

The data collected by the AI ​​assistant contains very little description of the sacred artifact, which remains shrouded in mystery and has limited written records.

Sacred objects are objects used in religious ceremonies based on ritual implements. They are not simply forged, but are closely bound to faith, history, and saints. They may be items that have been offered on church altars for hundreds of years and are imbued with immense power of faith.

It transcends the mundane and touches upon the realm of faith and rules. It may not be powerful in itself, but it carries a grand will, the law of order, or is closely connected with the belief in gods.

Sacred artifacts do not require users to possess enormous magical power, because they possess their own independent energy source—the power of faith, the will of the gods, and the origin of laws.

In addition, the sacred artifact also has core traits such as faith bonus and faith anchor. The former is an enhanced version of magic superconductivity, and the latter can ensure that the sacred artifact will not be destroyed on a physical level.

As long as there are believers in the world, the sacred objects will never be destroyed. If they are damaged but can be repaired, they will never be destroyed. However, if faith is completely lost, such as when the church is destroyed or no one knows about them, the sacred objects will quickly degenerate into ritual implements.

As time goes by, sacred artifacts will eventually become ordinary objects or common iron with only archaeological value.

That's what the book says. If Gawain wasn't reading a fake book, then the 'Ferryman' pistol in his hand is most likely a sacred artifact.

“Although magical artifacts vary in quality and strength, and their prices range from tens of thousands to tens of millions, their origins can always be traced. The magical artifact you found… if I’m not mistaken, it should be a spatial magical artifact, creating a closed space independent of the real world.” Hill examined it like an appraiser.

Gawain nodded: "You guessed right, kid. Before I picked it up, the owner told me that the Rubik's Cube was called the Magic Corridor. Once activated, it can distort the surrounding spatial structure, covering a certain area and forming a maze corridor completely isolated from the outside world."

"What do you mean 'guess'? I just guessed!"

Hill waved his hand modestly: "My family business involves the sale of magical artifacts and the recycling of second-hand magical artifacts. I've seen a lot of things, so naturally I can guess accurately."

Nothing more than that he has considerable wealth.

"Damn rich people..."

Gao Wen gritted his teeth and then said, "Master, could you give me an estimate on how much my family heirloom magic corridor is worth?"

"50 makes me ecstatic, 80 makes me hesitate, 100 million is just asking for trouble." Hill gave his offer, the market price, no questions asked.