god of tomorrow

But Hill still booked the entire floor using his VVIP card.

Clearance.

His meaning was simple: if Van Sen hadn't come, this floor would have been theirs; if an outsider appeared, it could only be one of Van Sen's men.

Go all out in every sense of the word, without any worries.

Young Master hope's reputation was particularly effective in the commercial district. Upon learning of his arrival, simply dressed young ladies lined up in a long queue in front of the store.

Is he very rich?

"You're new here, you don't know he's a notorious spendthrift."

"Hey, aren't you the cleaning lady?"

"Give it a try; sometimes it's hard to predict the taste of wealthy people."

"..."xN

After a flurry of chatter, the young ladies entered in batches. Hill waved her hand, changing batch after batch, finally leaving behind a few fresh-faced girls with less heavy makeup.

Knowing that my friend prefers mild flavors and isn't a seasoned pro who craves salty food, these flavors are just right.

"Cousin, we're already here. What's the meaning of just blindfolding myself and picking randomly? You have to take responsibility for the money I spent."

Hill put his arm around Hugh's shoulder and, in a sarcastic tone, shared his experience: "Like that one just now, does she say that just because someone is a college student, they are a college student? Did she even look at his student ID before she said he was a good student?"

Gao Wen rolled his eyes. These kinds of people are the most cunning. After checking the student ID, the next thing to do is check the health certificate: "Excuse me, there's also the leave slip."

"Right, right, a leave slip. I knew you'd be the best at this."

Hill loudly agreed, then added, "Cousin, be careful when choosing people. I was ignorant before and suffered from being taken advantage of by those who were arrogant and domineering. You don't want to have nightmares about being ripped off, do you?"

You have such a great lifestyle! x2

Gawain and Hugh were speechless as they watched Hill and a young woman engage in intimate conversation before leaving the private room arm in arm.

"Words are no proof. Let me check if your university degree is genuine!"

"..." x2

Without Hill, the atmosphere in the private room instantly cooled down. A young woman, oblivious to the danger, tried to climb onto Hugh's limbs and asked him a riddle: why is only 87% of her body sweet?

Hugh is so naive; he had no idea that he'd been forced to drink several beers.

Hugh's style is completely out of place at the nightclub; they're not even on the same layer. He suffered tonight for helping Gawain.

Gao Wen decisively took action to avenge her, dominating with rock-paper-scissors and achieving a magnificent four-game winning streak, while also satisfying the cravings of four young ladies.

"Ha, you drink alcohol and don't throw up, yet you call yourself an expert."

Gawain swept through the room, pulled Hugh up from under the sofa, struck a Thinker pose, and left the private room to find Hill.

There's no intention to try and close the gap; tonight's efforts are destined to be fruitless. We've had our fun and had our fill of fun; it's time to go back to school, wash up, and go to sleep.

I have class tomorrow morning, the department head's class. Are you scared yet?

"Where did this kid go... I didn't realize he was so physically fit."

Gao Wen muttered to himself as he walked down the third-floor corridor. His footsteps landed silently on the expensive carpet, while the sounds from the dance floor on the first floor gradually faded into the distance.

Under the red light, the walls turned a sickly dark red, the light source gradually sinking into the wall, flickering like congealed blood slowly pulsating. The intricate patterns on the carpet began to twist and deform, the entwined vines slowly climbing upwards, ascending along Gawain's ankles.

The air was thick with the smell of decay, an unsettling odor mixed with the expensive incense, like rust or dried blood.

"They actually came..."

Gawain looked at the changes around him in surprise, and sighed that even Hill and Hugh combined couldn't match Hervy's intimidation. Just as the ladies were getting drunk, Van Sen couldn't wait to stand up from the bushes.

At the end of the corridor, a carved wooden door is half-closed.

Despairing darkness seeped from the crack in the door, as if something was breathing inside, accompanied by a rhythmic movement. Gawain could hear a faint scratching sound coming from under the carpet, like fingernails scraping against the wooden floor.

On the wall, the wallpaper peeled off, revealing gray-black mold spots that strangely formed the outline of a human face, with empty eye sockets silently shedding bloody tears.

"You put your heart into it..."

Gawain didn't know what kind of magic this was, but seeing the path he had come from behind twisting and extending like an endless corridor, he guessed that Vansen had joined the magic corridor.

Just then, the surrounding environment changed drastically. The dark red faded, decay took hold, and the entire corridor rapidly aged and darkened.

A few strands of cobwebs hung from the crystal chandelier overhead, covered with countless dried-up insect corpses, swaying gently in the faint airflow. In the shadowy corners where the dim yellow light couldn't reach, the darkness was so thick it seemed to drip ink; out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed something wriggling, but upon closer inspection, there was only still darkness.

"Don't rush me, it's coming right now!"

Gao Wen stretched his limbs, ignoring the hallucinations around him, and strode forward, kicking open the half-closed wooden door.

Bang!

The wooden door exploded into pieces, and the corridor set up in the horror movie disappeared. The space inside the door was not dark at all, but rather unusually bright.

A huge banquet hall, resembling a wedding venue, suddenly appeared before us.

Floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides let in a clear, cloudless sky, allowing sunlight to stream in unreservedly. The crystal chandelier, like a giant diamond, reflects the sunlight through its countless facets, projecting intricate and dazzling patterns of light onto the red carpet.

Stepping into it is like wandering through a maze of mirrors, with stars everywhere, and the intense visual dizziness brings a sense of blurring and fragmentation of space.

Such intense light pollution! What kind of magic is this?

Apart from Gao Wen, there were five people in the banquet hall.

Two men in suits, one tall and one short, a bodyguard and a thug, are unimportant and can be skipped.

The remaining three are worth mentioning.

A beautiful woman in a red evening gown, with graceful posture and smooth curves, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, sat before a white grand piano. Melodious music flowed gently from her slender fingers.

The piano is white and long, so let's call her Piano Girl.

To the left of the red high-backed chair, a beautiful woman in a black evening gown smiled faintly. Her red lips were full and intense, extremely alluring. She held a decanter in her hand, and the wine was a deep color, just like her fiery red lips. It was most likely an imported red wine.

The decanter was big and round, so I called her a bar hostess.

A man sits upright on a red high-backed chair that symbolizes the absolute center. He has a meticulously combed slicked-back hairstyle and wears a well-tailored burgundy suit. Accompanied by piano music, he lowers his eyes slightly and gently swirls the red wine glass in his hand.

Dressed so flamboyantly, let's call him Fan Sen.

Gao Wen recognized the face; it was almost a carbon copy of VanVleet, so there was no need to give it a nickname.

"..."

The pretentious entrance left Gawain speechless. Van Sen was much more particular than his father Van Vich. His slicked-back hair must have used a lot of hair wax. Did he take a shower and change his clothes before coming?

Tell me where you met those two beautiful women to keep you company, and what app they used. Hand it over immediately.

Van Sen remained silent, as did Gawain, who pulled up a chair and sat down. The Magic Corridor had a 30-minute time limit; this nightclub wasn't the Second Prince's territory, so if Van Sen wasn't in a hurry, Gawain had even less reason to be.

Fan Sen opened his eyes, quietly observing Gao Wen, who was treating the cemetery like a concert hall. His tone was unhurried, yet tinged with admiration: "Gao Wen, you are more profound than I imagined..."

clap clap clap!

"Such a long piano piece, one more!"

Gao Wen clapped his hands and, after speaking to the female pianist, turned to Fan Sen and said, "Who are you? Can't you have some manners? Can't you see everyone is listening to the music?"

Fan Sen's eye twitched, and he took back what he hadn't finished saying. Gao Wen was much more capable of causing trouble than he had imagined.

Having lost face in front of his underlings because of Gao Wen, Fan Sen snorted coldly, waved his hand, and ordered the bodyguard and thugs to come at him together.

No matter how much you can keep jumping around, you're doomed today!

"It's not like you're the only one with underlings..."

Gawain showed no fear. A flash of magical light appeared in his eyes, and two dark passages opened behind him.

Necromancy - Summoning the Undead.

"Tie Niu, Ma Long, chop them both up!"

Chapter 59: He frowned and started spewing insults (Seeking first subscriptions and monthly votes)

Iron Bull and Malone are no ordinary skeletons. Putting aside their assembled skulls, their exclusive weapons and mounts are symbols of power, and they intimidated Fan Sen and his group of five as soon as they appeared.

The bodyguard and thug retreated to their original positions; if conditions allowed, they would have loved to protect their boss.

Van Sen was the most shocked. As a former history professor, he was very familiar with necromancy and could tell at a glance that Gawain's necromancy was of a very high level, ignoring spatial distance in his summoning and not existing in the sacrificial recipes.

Normal necromancy spells, unless cast in designated areas such as cemeteries or battlefields, require the caster to carry an urn of ashes.

"Interesting, so this is your chaos magic?"

Fan Sen probed, and if he still thought that Gao Wen was just lucky to have escaped the Chaos Sacrifice, he might as well give up on his life.

"Did you kill my father?"

Vansen had always had this suspicion, but because Vanvich's strength was so deeply ingrained in his mind, he couldn't convince himself otherwise.

In retrospect, his father's death and the harvesting of the fruits of the Chaos Sacrifice were all part of Gawain's conspiracy.

Fan Sen stared intently at Gao Wen, his eyes surging with murderous intent. Those idiots at school only know how to shirk responsibility and pass the buck, completely disregarding the truth and right and wrong. Open your eyes and see clearly who the real culprit is!

Before answering this question, answer one of my questions first.

Gawain raised an eyebrow: "Do you know what the Child of the Stars is?"

"Child of the Stars..."

Fan Sen remained calm as he pondered carefully. In his memory, there were indeed people or families related to the stars, but he had never heard of the Son of the Stars before.

What is the Child of the Stars? Is it a person?

He remained calm and decided to investigate the Child of the Stars slowly after tonight. He said, "You've come to the right person. No one knows the Child of the Stars better than me. But... why should I tell you? I want you to die slowly in regret and despair."

"Pretending to know, acting like you really do."

Gao Wen shook his head in disappointment. Luckily, he hadn't had high expectations, otherwise it would have been another day of disappointment.

He's not a very magnanimous person; Fan Sen made a harsh statement, so he had to get his revenge.

He frowned and started spewing foul language;

Pointing with a little hand, it all starts with Mom.

"It's my turn. I'll answer your question."

Gao Wen didn't know who Fan Sen's mother was, so he could only ask Fan Weiqi to forgive him, thinking that the other party probably wouldn't mind: "Your old father Fan Weiqi didn't pass away peacefully... Before he died, he cried and knelt at my feet, grabbed my trouser leg, and begged me to spare his son, which is you."