god of tomorrow

You won the bet!

A glint flashed in Gao Wen's eyes. He knew that obtaining the fragments of the Underworld was extremely difficult, and becoming the Lord of Death was also extremely difficult, especially after the Chaos Sacrifice, which made the already precarious Underworld even more precarious.

He's been the only one alive to enter and leave the underworld all these years, so the Lord of Death won't treat him unfairly.

I'm curious, why him? The Lord of Death clearly has many followers across the universal continent.

This problem was too complicated. Yesterday's Gao Wen was too lazy to think about it and passed it on to today's Gao Wen. Today's Gao Wen pondered it for a bit, but even if he figured it out, it would only benefit tomorrow's Gao Wen. He couldn't do something that would harm himself for the benefit of others, so he simply stopped thinking about it and let tomorrow's Gao Wen figure it out slowly.

Seeing that there was great potential and that there really was a motorcycle, Gao Wen decisively began the second sacrifice, this time with Ma Long taking the lead.

The first sacrifice proved that the Lord of Death was a poor god; with offerings, everything was negotiable. The second sacrifice, Gawain wanted to verify whether the properties of magic differed depending on the officiant.

After trying it, I found it was indeed different.

【Shadow Magic - Shadow Leap Lv1 (Merge into the shadows, walk against the light, feel the depth and flow, and reach any crevice in the shadows)】

"This magic..."

Sensing the changes in his magical circuits, Gawain instantly grasped the rules and effects of 'Shadow Leap'—an incredibly powerful spell, practically cheating.

It's not a motorcycle, it's a U-boat.

Steamed clams!

……

Half an hour later, the effects of the magic corridor dissipated, and Gawain reappeared in the suite bedroom with the large bed.

(?乛?乛)~~`??~~(一?一;)

"President, why are you staring at me?" Gao Wen touched his face, the hallucination returning, feeling the atmosphere was a little strange, the air was pink.

Snapped!

Turning off the pink bedside lamp dispelled the romantic atmosphere.

"What were you doing just now?"

Hervy looked at Gawain suspiciously. The spatial fluctuations seemed a bit off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong. All she knew was that Gawain was causing trouble right under her nose with the Magic Corridor.

"President, if you don't want to see me, I'll just stay anonymous. Where can you find such an excellent employee? Why are you still complaining about me?" Gao Wen felt extremely wronged.

"Humph!"

Herwi didn't encourage President Gao Wengan today. The surrounding environment made her feel very insecure. Her face was hot, her palms were damp, and she was hesitant and wanted to back down, fearing that her words might come true and Gao Wengan would really do it.

"See, you're still unhappy if I really keep it anonymous."

"Shut up, or I'll beat you up!"

"Oh."

Gao Wen grunted, sat cross-legged, and continued meditating on his great undertaking.

Gawain remained silent, and Hervy was even less inclined to speak. The two remained silent throughout the night until dawn the next day.

Hervey: (?`???)

That's it?

Is it already dawn?

You're so stupid! If you're afraid of getting beaten up for talking, why don't you just stay silent?

"President, where are you going?"

"Go back! to school!"

"Don't rush, we can stay until noon. It would be a waste to check out now."

"It's urgent! It's urgent!"

"Wait for me, I haven't brought my disposable slippers yet..."

On her way back to school after checking out, Herwi had a cold and angry look on her face. She came out of the room like this, acting as if Gawain owed her hundreds of millions.

When checking out, the receptionist smiled without saying a word, and, being a seasoned eater, knew that he hadn't eaten enough.

Gawain lagged half a step behind, his brows furrowed, oblivious to Hervy's displeasure.

She noticed it but didn't take it to heart. Van Sen didn't show up, wasting a whole night, so it was only natural that Hervy was unhappy.

When Gao Wen thought of Fan Sen, his eyes lit up. Fan Sen was a walking millionaire, and now he was the second most important person in the family who was short of money.

What a coincidence, this is not it!

"Sigh, I just had a few good days, and now I'm penniless."

Gao Wen touched his pockets, which were even emptier than his face. He remembered clearly that at his peak, his total savings amounted to 130 million yuan. However, due to various forms of persecution at the school, he now only had 27 yuan left.

At first glance, it seems like a lot of money, enough to make him a CEO several times over and live a carefree life for a long time. But he's a magician, and this amount of money is hardly enough to help him improve.

Before time travel, there were car loans, mortgages, and a belt; in the future, there's the next generation.

After transmigrating, he fell into a financial crisis before he had even spent much money. If he didn't save himself, he would be burdened with student loans and killed by the magician's killing line.

"President, why is making money so difficult?"

"Making money is definitely hard; if it were easy, money wouldn't be worth anything." Herwi continued to grumble, her resentment even greater than Gawain's when she mentioned her beloved little money.

"President, is it possible that our news agency has a printing press, and also art students who failed their college entrance exams...?"

Gao Wen stepped forward quietly and offered some immature suggestions: "Print your photo on paper, the more zeros the better, and issue it only to restaurants in the commercial street, to be used as cash."

It sounds a bit like ghost money, but Gawain didn't mean it as a curse. He wanted to use Hervy's formidable reputation in the shopping district to quickly achieve financial freedom.

It's called Hebi.

"You can even come up with an idea like this? You must be really broke."

Herwi moved a step to the side, annoyed. "Why are you standing so close? Your breath is tickling my ears."

"President, just tell me if it's possible!"

"No, I've tried it, and I almost went to jail."

"..."

You dare to come up with such a terrible idea? You must be really broke!

"Gao Wen, why are you suddenly so interested in money?"

"I've always been very attentive! You know me, boss. I don't love money; I just enjoy the process of making it, the fulfillment of gaining wealth through hard work..."

"to be frank!"

"Now that I'm a formal monk, I feel anxious if I don't have any money in my pocket."

"???"

Hervy stood there stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and looked at Gawain, exclaiming in surprise, "When did this happen? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"The school issued the certificates yesterday, so I was thinking of getting a hotel room to celebrate," Gao Wen muttered under his breath, complaining that Hervy hadn't celebrated with him all night.

This kind of good news should be celebrated nine times in one night.

"No, how could you be so fast... Did that guy named Rab spend money on you?" Hervy was furious.

"He wanted to, but I didn't."

Gao Wen shook his head. He couldn't bring himself to use other people's resources to improve himself and then sell them for a higher price.

A person can be shameless, but they cannot be immoral.

"He still dares to think that way? Does he really think I wouldn't dare to kill him?!"

Hervy stormed toward the school gate, having warned Rab earlier, but it seemed she hadn't gone too far.

Gawain quickly followed. Hervy didn't have any connections when it came to making money, so he planned to discuss it with Hill.

Blue hair looks really wild!

As for the feud between Labrador and Hervey, Gawain, though he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, could roughly guess what had happened.

In summary, it can be said in three sentences.

Others may fear you, Red-Haired Demon King, but I, Laboon, am not. I bear the glory of the Woodrow family on my shoulders!

Go ahead and hit me! If you've got the guts, kill me! Whoever chickens out today is a dog.

Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, woof woof.

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.

South Campus, Girls' Dormitory.

Hervy stood tiptoe in front of the villa, hesitating for a moment before deciding not to go through the front door.

This is what happens when you do something wrong: when you make a mistake, you act like a fearless hero, but when you really have to bear the consequences, you become timid and cry more pitifully than anyone else.

Hervy didn't use the door, but skillfully vaulted onto the second-floor balcony, landing like a superhero in a bikini. Chin raised, her eyes full of shrewdness: "Hehe, nothing special. Once I go into the bedroom, I don't leave all night. Even if Lily catches me, it won't... no..."

Inside the bedroom, Lily sat expressionless, holding a cup of red tea. Her face was still sickly pale, and her eyes were fixed on Hervy.

"..."

"How long are you planning to stand outside? Or do you think you've learned the art of invisibility and I should just ignore you?"

Lily spoke coldly, not returning home all night. Hervy was getting bolder and bolder; she was determined to teach her a lesson today.

Seeing that escape was impossible, Hervy devised a new strategy, stood up with her head held high, and walked into the house with an air of 'I did nothing wrong'.

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

"sit down."

"Oh."

The two sisters sat facing each other. Herville's face showed three parts tension, three parts annoyance, three parts fearlessness, and ninety-one parts of a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

"Where did you go last night?"

Lily took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her fingers, gripping the teacup handle tightly, betrayed her.

I'm in a terrible mood!

"Don't be angry when I tell you." Herwi looked up guiltily, then quickly looked down again.