god of tomorrow

What kind of decent person comes to a nightclub just to eat?

The female manager panicked, remembering that she had promised that the Golden Powder Club would provide Gao Wen with ten free entertainment sessions.

No, this is a club, not a restaurant. Clubs have their own unique features, so please respect the professional expertise of the club staff.

The female manager figured that if Gao Wen and Hervy ate like this without limits, they could exhaust the kitchen team tonight, let alone ten times.

We can't let them eat any more!

That being said, the female manager only dared to stand outside the door and give the other young ladies a meaningful look, because as soon as she entered, Hervé would smirk and unleash her full power.

Hello, Auntie.

How do you maintain such a plump figure?

"Your skin is peeling."

"Your makeup is caked up!"

"That's strange, your face and neck aren't the same color..."

Chapter 66 Unbreakable, Impregnable

"What, booking a hotel room again?"

After a good meal and drinks, with the female manager bidding her a tearful farewell, Herwi followed Gao Wen on her way back to school. Sensing that the direction was wrong, she asked and learned that the destination was a lovers' hotel, and immediately became alert.

"President, please don't misunderstand, I didn't..."

"I should be the one saying this. Don't misunderstand. I pretended to be your girlfriend because the club president cares about his members and is worried that you might be deceived by the second prince and end up selling yourself without realizing it. It's to protect you, not because I really intend to be your girlfriend."

Herwi took the initiative, asserting that reason and morality were all on her side, and accused, "On the other hand, you knew perfectly well that the relationship between you two was fake, yet you still indulged in wishful thinking. You're a complete scoundrel and have betrayed my trust!"

"President, is it possible that I haven't considered the possibility of us having a fake boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?" Gao Wen stared with dead fish eyes. Today, He Wei's temper was unusually fiery. She would explode at the slightest provocation and would yell at anyone she could get her hands on. She was probably visiting relatives.

"What? I'm not good enough for you!!"

“I am honored to be worthy of it.”

"Shameless! I knew you had no good intentions."

"..."

Aminos, if I weren't outmatched, I would have taken you down with me today!

"You're mute now? Keep talking, aren't you supposed to be a good talker?"

"I'm not going to say anything more. President, you go back to school first. I'm going to sleep at a nightclub for the night."

Crack!

Herwi raised her fist and said coldly, "If you dare go back, I'll break your legs."

"Even if it's interrupted..."

"Shut up, let's go get a room!"

On the way, Herwi looked sullen. After learning from Gao Wen that there was no ulterior motive in booking the hotel room, but rather to repay the president for his care for the members, her pounding heart finally calmed down a bit.

As for the necessary connection between booking a hotel room and repaying a debt of gratitude, this is Gao Wen's sophistry.

Fan Sen, he added Fan Sen.

Just like the first time she booked a room, the purpose of booking a room tonight is to lure out Fan Sen so that Hervy can get 1000 million and become a rich woman overnight.

What? Van Sen is dead, and the bounty has been withdrawn?

Gawain had no idea about any of this; he had long since cleared his name and was now a complete stranger. If you don't believe me, go ask the Adventurers' Guild; Van Sen's bounty was claimed by the Charity Credit Bank.

Same place, same couples' hotel, but the suite has been changed.

The love hotel is owned by Golden Shield Trading Company. Gao Wen, holding a black card, enjoys free upgrade benefits, with larger and more luxurious suites, as well as more amenities and facilities.

There were guest rooms decorated like a starry sky and a dense forest, as well as single rooms that were one-to-one replicas of cars. They were all decorated in a very fancy and frivolous way. Gao Wen couldn't understand them at all, and he didn't dare to say anything or ask any questions.

After entering, I went straight to the bathroom.

Just like last time, tonight I'll nominally be checking into a hotel with Hervy, but in reality, I'll be checking into a hotel with the Lord of Death.

Two hours later, following the same procedure, Gao Wen sat on the bed wrapped in a bath towel. Seeing that He Wei was still in the same spot, he blinked and said, "President, this bed is huge. Let's each sit on one side and put two pillows in the middle. We'll be fine."

Two pillows, look at how pathetic you are!

Herwi snorted and shook her fist: "If you say another word, I'll beat you up."

"Alright, to prove my innocence, I'll remain anonymous for now."

Gawain activated the magic corridor, and the person and the bed disappeared together.

Hervy frowned. It was happening again. Every time, she had to open the magic corridor. The spatial fluctuations were clearly problematic. What was she being kept from?

She was curious and wanted to smash the magic corridor, but she was also afraid of uncovering Gawain's big secret and causing Lily to lose an important knight, so she simply pretended that she hadn't found anything.

"The Magic Corridor is quite expensive; it wouldn't be good if he tried to rip us off."

Herwi muttered to herself, got up and rummaged around to see what souvenirs she could get today.

Bring more so that Lily will spit out more red tea.

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Fragments of the Underworld.

Gawain stood before the altar and took out three strange offerings, spoils of the Battle of Vansen, which he had obtained through early rescue excavations. They had some archaeological value, but their market value was average, making them very suitable for sacrifice.

After several sacrifices, Gawain figured out the Death Lord's temperament: the recipe wasn't important, and the Netherworld fragments were scarce, so a token sacrifice would suffice.

In his mind, a good god is one who doesn't take money, takes little money, and is willing to do things. The Lord of Death is probably the best god in the world.

Gawain has two things to discuss with the underworld tonight.

The first thing to do is to acquire a spell related to mental attack/defense, ideally one that combines both.

With a single glance, the hostess effortlessly cast the illusion magic, Reality Weaving, severely disrupting Gawain's vision so much that he couldn't even find the real enemy.

If it weren't for Fan Sen's talkativeness, and if it weren't for Ox-Head and Horse-Face's habitual use of the venue card...

Although mages cannot be omnipotent, few are proficient in combat, few study runes, few understand enchanting, and few achieve success in the field of potions. They always have weaknesses or areas they are not good at.

But to be blinded by a single mental attack and manipulated by the enemy was something Gawain simply could not tolerate.

The shortcomings must be addressed immediately!

The Illusion Magic: Reality is woven from the Moon Goddess, one of the two gods of the Sun and Moon. The Moon Goddess is also known as the Veil of Night, the Dream Builder, and the Guardian of Reincarnation. She is in charge of dreams, tides, and illusions, and most of the magic she inherits is related to the spirit.

The school's small auditorium has many sacrificial recipes, each with an exorbitant price tag. For example, the hypnosis technique that Gawain was eyeing sounded very promising, but then he saw the 500 million handling fee and immediately thought it wasn't worth it.

Gao Wen had gambled away 500 million gold coins from Fan Sen. He could grit his teeth and come up with it, but he had a cheaper way out. There was no reason for him to waste money at school.

The Shadow Magic: Shadow Leap is amazing, right? It only costs 30, making it incredibly cost-effective. This kind of affordable yet unpredictable magic is exactly what Gao's spending habits are all about.

Hypnosis was too expensive, and reality weaving wasn't cheap either. The Tidal Illusion and Terrifying Deep Sea series were all outrageous, and Gawain only glanced at the prices before immediately losing his interest in learning.

I can't afford it, sorry to bother you.

The AI ​​assistant pulls out a list of magic spells, and the verifiable mental magic on the market is basically from the Moon Goddess and the Three Sins Gods. The former tends to manipulate dreams and illusions, while the latter tends to manipulate desires.

The similarity is that the formula is very expensive, and ordinary people shouldn't even dream about it without financial backing.

Furthermore, in the instant mental magic is cast, the caster and the target engage in a mental battle. When both are at the same level and their mental strength is similar, without exceptionally high charisma, the spell is easily interrupted.

In other words, mental attack magic requires a very high level of charisma from the user, and not just anyone can learn it.

Gawain's charm...

He personally felt it was very average. He had been in university for so long, and apart from the likes of Labradors, he couldn't attract a single female senior.

I don't understand. Logically speaking, big data shouldn't lie. With a charm value of over 100 and an S rating, he should be very popular.

The sacrificial ceremony began, and black light shot into the sky.

Gao Wen straightened his back, waited for the gaze of the Lord of Death to fall upon him, bowed slightly, and recounted the predicament he had encountered.

This sacrifice has no other purpose than to express my grievances. If the Lord of Death is kind-hearted and generously rewards me with a mental magic spell, that would be the best outcome.

The Lord of Death wields two major schools of magic: necromancy and shadow magic. He specializes in one area but is not adept at mind manipulation. If one had to categorize it, He plays with souls, using a powerful memory erasure spell to wipe a soul clean in one fell swoop.

This level of advanced magic is beyond the capacity of Gawain's current magic circuits. Furthermore, some skills involving soul tearing and reconstruction are beyond Gawain's reach in the short term.

After a moment of contemplation, the gaze of the Lord of Death departed, and a ray of black light shot out from the broken statue and entered Gawain's brow.

[Necromantic Magic - Silent Soul Lv1 (Your will is unbreakable, your mind is impregnable, and your soul maintains a calm trajectory in the gravitational field of desire)]

"Unbreakable, as solid as a rock..."

Gao Wen's face darkened. He didn't want to use the word "anti-French," but putting the two words together made the target too obvious.

The Lord of Death plays with souls; when He strikes, all is well, but when He does, the soul is annihilated. Gawain wanted mental illusion magic, but He didn't have it here. So He sent away a silent soul to strengthen Gawain's illusion resistance.

Gawain was content that he could not control others, but he could avoid being controlled by them. If necessary, he would spend 500 million to acquire hypnosis skills at the small auditorium another day.

After the sacrifice was completed, Gawain began the second sacrifice.

He came to the underworld for two reasons.

Soon, a few pieces of junk attracted the attention of the Death Lord. Day after day, he kept putting up these junk items. No matter how good-tempered the Death Lord was, he couldn't stand such contempt.

He gave Gao Wen a look that told him to spit it out.

"The situation is like this..."

Gao Wen explained his purpose in a rapid-fire manner: the Ferryman was a valuable sacred artifact; possessing it not only granted the protection of the laws of the underworld but also allowed free entry and exit from the underworld in the most cost-effective way…

Uh, delete this part.

He meant that the gates to the underworld were opening too slowly, and there was no shortcut to open them quickly.

The Lord of Death remained silent. The Underworld is now a wasteland. If you want to open the gate quickly, you can rebuild the ruins and restore its former glory.

Specifically, the methods are twofold: first, to find other fragments of the underworld; and second, to use ferrymen to send more souls into the underworld.

These souls, upon entering the underworld, will be restored to their original state by the laws of the underworld, becoming spirits without self-awareness. With each additional spirit, the solidity of the underworld fragments will increase by one point.

Furthermore, the higher the quality of the soul, the greater the power of its feedback to the underworld, and the stronger the resulting skeleton soldiers will be.