god of tomorrow

Gao Wen was also curious. To prevent another cycle of comparison from starting, he pulled out ten hundred-yuan bills with a pained expression and pushed them in front of Herwi: "You tell me, I'll tell you. Whoever lies will lose 1 yuan tomorrow."

Faced with ten tempting banknotes, Hervy's eyes almost turned into money symbols. She pocketed them in a second and then whispered, "I'll only tell you one thing, don't spread it around. My chaos magic is time manipulation."

That's awesome! You're practically a god!

"Really? Try it on me."

Gao Wen's pupils dilated in shock, and his breathing became more rapid: "Don't misunderstand, it's not that I don't believe it, but I just want to broaden my horizons."

“I can’t do that. I can only control my own time.” Hervy spread her hands.

Then what are you talking about? You're just trying to fool idiots!

"Give me my money back!"

"I didn't lie, why should I get a refund?"

Herwi was indignant. The money she earned through her own abilities had gone into her pocket. It was her money for life, and she would exchange it for ghost money to burn for her before she died.

She insisted that she wasn't lying and urged Gawain to quickly confess his chaos magic.

"Hilarious! They've even pulled off time magic, and they're still just bragging?"

Gawain scoffed, "Isn't this just bragging? It's like everyone can do it. I am the God of Wishes, and I can grant everyone one wish."

"Heh, your story is even more outrageous... unless you can grant my wish."

Herwi looked disgusted and said sarcastically, "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't believe it, but I just want to broaden my horizons."

"Alright, state your humble wish."

Gao Wenqing cleared his throat: "Let me make this clear from the start: everyone has one wish, and once it's granted, there won't be another. Think it over carefully before you speak, because there's no going back in this world."

Whether it's a wish or not, it's not something Gawain can fulfill simply by wanting to, nor does he intend to fulfill Hervy's wish. The reason he says this is to create confusion and prevent Hervy from ever guessing what his chaos magic is.

Everyone saw it. It wasn't that he was being cunning; Hervy lied first and refused to refund the money!

“I wish this meal would be free,” Hervy said proudly, raising her hand.

"..."

What a pure and simple wish to save money! Gao Wengan was speechless. He didn't know whether to despise Herwi for being stingy, for promising to treat him but refusing to pay, or to praise her for being practical and not indulging in those unrealistic dreams.

"What? My god of wishes, you can't even grant such a humble wish?"

"I'm fine with it, but what about you? You only have one wish, are you sure you won't regret it?"

"I'll regret it?!"

Hervy laughed. Apart from her foolishness back then, when she sacrificed all her possessions, she had never regretted anything in her life.

"I hope you remember this day, so you won't come crying to me in the future."

"I'm nothing but a hammer if you beg me!"

We'll see.

"Let's see!"

I'll kill you!

Gao Wen stood up with a grumbling and waved to the shop owner, signaling him to come and pay the bill.

The boss didn't move, just like he was dead.

The owner didn't move, but Gao Wen did. He stepped forward, calculated the cost of the meal for the two of them, and handed the owner 160 yuan, which was discounted by 20% as indicated at the entrance.

“Clearly, my humble wish has been fulfilled.” Gawain sat back down.

"Is this how you get your wish? You call this a free meal?"

Hervy's eyes widened. If this was the God of Wishes, then she... well, she'd better not. One hundred and sixty was a lot; she didn't even spend that much on food for a month.

"Never mind how it was waived, just tell me whether you were asked to pay anything!"

"It was a lie after all..."

Herwi gave Gao Wen a disdainful look, got up and told him to leave. Passing by the not-quite-dead boss, she stopped and said, "New face, you run a restaurant in the university town, don't you know who I am? On this commercial street, everyone knows my name, Herwi."

"..."

"Today is just the beginning. Remember to ask your colleagues about the rules. I'll be back tomorrow."

In a sense, this is considered extortion, which falls under the category of organized crime. Unfortunately, all she does is eat, so even if you report her to the school, they can't do anything about it.

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.

On his way back to school, Gao Wen was increasingly angry about losing a thousand dollars. He decided to take a roundabout approach and try to find out Hervy's background and gauge her strength.

"Dear President, what kind of magic do you practice?"

“Flames, of course. It’s so obvious, you can tell just by looking at the hair color,” Hervy said matter-of-factly.

"Hilarious! By that logic, wouldn't my full head of black hair make me a necromancer?"

Gawain's laughter faded as he realized it was true; he was not only a necromancer but also a shadow mage, both of whom were quite shady.

Here's the question: hair color can determine magical attributes, so what about the blue-haired Griffith family? Are they water-type?

What kind of magic does Holden Caulfield, with his green hair, represent? Plant magic, life magic, or the natural magic that turns his forehead green?

If you don't understand, just ask: what color are the coat colors of flying-type animals?

"Not only that, you black-haired people are all cunning, gloomy, petty, misers, and rotten to the core. You just love bullying honest people." Hervy looked indignant, as if she were the honest person.

"President, this is a personal attack, and the scope of the attack is too broad."

"Yes, those with black hair don't allow others to speak the truth."

"..."

Gawain was speechless. It had nothing to do with survivorship bias. Black and red hairs were the same. Everyone had a dark side. Petty and miserly people were everywhere.

In psychology, this is called the Barnum effect. You feel that the personality and fortune corresponding to your Chinese zodiac sign and constellation are very accurate, and that you are indeed kind, brave, optimistic and sincere, because people subconsciously identify with these traits and have a flexible set of judgment criteria.

Let's take the fortune of those born in the Year of the Horse as an example.

Standing at the forefront of opportunity, those born in the Year of the Horse should be free-spirited and forge ahead with great strides.

When things go wrong, people console themselves by saying that this is how we animals are, with human faces but beastly deeds.

They were so unlucky that they couldn't even find an excuse, so they blamed it on Mercury retrograde!

Mercury retrograde is the reason I was late, failed my exam, had my phone die, and had to retake my driving test...

Gao Wen asked a few more questions, but Herwi was tighter than he had expected, and he couldn't get any information out of her. Thinking that he shouldn't waste the thousand yuan, he asked Herwi to tell him about the school, specifically information related to the freshmen.

"Journalists don't understand intelligence, but I know a lot about gossip."

“Okay, I love listening to gossip.” Gao Wen nodded repeatedly, he loved listening to this.

"Who isn't? Back then, I insisted on joining the news agency for... cough cough, for building a fair and just school newspaper, to expose all darkness and conspiracies to the sunlight, and to protect every upright and lovely student."

Herwi looked completely innocent, but after a couple of seconds, she immediately switched to her gossipy self: "Do you know Frey, the meditation instructor for the freshmen?"

"Yes, she is my meditation teacher."

"Hehe, great body, right?"

Hervé's eyebrows danced with excitement, and she made a grasping motion with her hands in mid-air.

Gao Wen was utterly speechless: "President, please promise me you won't make such a lewd expression with your pretty face."

"Huh, is it disgusting?"

"It's not just your average pervert, it reminds me of my roommate who was in a car accident." Gao Wen won't mention which roommate it is, but it's definitely not Xiu.

"Did you know that Ms. Frey has been divorced for many years and is still single?"

"Such a thing is true?"

Gao Wen was quite surprised. With Freya's figure and appearance, who wouldn't be confused? And it was still an A8, yet someone was so foolish as to divorce her.

"My ex-husband is Professor Ge Lan from the History Department."

"..."

That's definitely the time to leave.

Thinking of Ms. Ge Lan's slender figure, Gao Wen roughly understood why Ms. Frey wanted to divorce him. It's still the same old story: an old A8 is still an A8, not a fuel-efficient car. Ms. Ge Lan is so cheap that he simply couldn't afford to support her.

"Are you thinking that Ms. Frey disliked Ms. Grant because she was too skinny, and that she initiated the divorce?"

"Isn't that so?"

"Don't look down on women. The truth is that Ms. Frey doesn't agree to a divorce. She wasn't a teacher at the school before. She only got her teaching certificate to get an explanation from Ms. Glen and has been waiting at the school ever since."

What a wonderful woman!

Gawain sighed inwardly, realizing that in his materialistic era, there were truly few good women like Ms. Frey.

Teacher Ge Lan was no less capable. Once she realized she was completely beyond saving, she decisively cut ties, determined not to delay her partner.

"So, how did such a wonderful couple end up like this?"

"I don't know. According to rumors, Teacher Ge Lan used to be a handsome young man in the surrounding area, but he turned into what he is now because of chaos magic..."

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.

News agency.

The lights are on; we're working overtime tonight.

When Gao Wen was dragged back to the news agency by Hervey, the trainees who were working overtime had already finished drafting the article, and only the front page headline had not yet been decided.

Gao Wen is on the front page.

Herwie really thought highly of Gawain, so she arranged for a camera and made promises to him again, saying that he would become the president of the company in the future.

Gao Wen nodded repeatedly. Coincidentally, that was what he thought too.

“Gao Wen, I’ll pay you 500 a month, no meal allowance, no high-temperature allowance, no insurance… This isn’t targeting you, all interns get the same treatment. I, the club president, am also heartbroken, it’s all because of that stubborn old dean who won’t allow it… Don’t feel bad about the conditions, you’re going to be the club president in the future, so seize the opportunity to improve yourself…”

Mr. Wang's true colors.

Gao Wen rolled his eyes, about to say something, when there was a knock on the office door, and a brown-haired female student with dark circles under her eyes pushed the door open and walked in.

She was petite and delicate, and quietly closed the door.