god of tomorrow

"I have a feeling that you're thinking something very rude."

"no!"

"Of course there is. I know Lily best. Just like black tea, it looks elegant and tasteful, but tastes bitter."

Herve has a damage bonus against cold-faced icebergs like Lily and Cynthia; every strike is fiery and explosive, and she broke Lily's defenses with just a few words.

"Shut up!"

Lily's eyes turned red, her long, straight black hair billowed, and she brandished her claws amidst the black aura: "Tell me, why are you pretending to be Gawain's girlfriend? If you like her, tell me, and I won't tell anyone."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm pretending to be Gao Wen's girlfriend for your own good."

"???"

“Yesterday, the Second Prince… poached people right under your nose, I can tolerate that… but this afternoon, I’ll have everyone work overtime, and the newspapers will write that the Second Prince is dead…” Hervy revealed the reasons and plans in detail. With her there, no one could take Gawain away from her.

"Then you can't... Never mind, if you want to pretend to be asleep, then keep pretending."

Lily sighed, exhausted. Hervy had come up with every possible excuse, but couldn't find the truth. It was possible that she knew something was up, but was just being stubborn.

"Since you have no objections, I'll get started."

"What opinions could I possibly have? You wouldn't listen anyway." Lily shook her head repeatedly, unable to control it, truly unable to control it.

"I'm going to find Dawn."

Herwi acted immediately, getting up and walking towards the door: "There's this guy in the student council who's got a poker face and abuses his power. He's making trouble for no reason, saying I've violated school rules and regulations. How can he be a student council president? If he doesn't want to do it, he should just say so. Stand aside and let me take over."

"Uh, Dawn is an honest man, don't bully him..."

Lily's voice grew softer and softer, and seeing that Hervy had already gone far away, she simply stopped talking.

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.

In the afternoon, at the gymnasium.

Gao Wen spends his days searching for the greatest traitors and completing one task each day.

I arrived an hour later than usual today, catching the big scoundrels off guard and capturing one of them on lookout duty.

Gao Wen was well-known, though not as feared as the Red-Haired Demon King, he still held a respectable position in the gymnasium. The group of idiots formed a team, with one person keeping watch each day. Upon seeing Gao Wen arrive, they would immediately sound the alarm, and the rest would flee at the first sign of trouble.

"I just wanted to get closer to the upperclassmen, why are you isolating me? This is school bullying!"

Inside the training room, Gao Wen was furious. He was 18 years old, and no one in the gymnasium wanted to play with him.

At his feet, the bruised and swollen victim tilted his head, weakly saying, "Gao Wen, look at your feet when you speak. Isn't it possible that I'm the one being bullied?"

"Huh, who's talking?"

Gao Wen was baffled and exclaimed that a supernatural event had occurred in the training room, which would be the headline of tomorrow's school newspaper.

He bent down, scooped up the wronged senior, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and walked out of the training room.

The gymnasium has its own small school clinic where basic first aid can be administered. For someone like Da Yuanzhong, whose injury is so severe, a treatment can be bought for a little money, and he'll be jumping around again in no time.

Speaking of healing techniques, Gawain was debating whether or not to acquire them just an hour and a half ago.

An hour and a half ago, he paid his tuition in the small auditorium and didn't get to the gymnasium immediately, which is why the innocent victims thought they were safe and were caught by him on the spot.

Gawain went to the small auditorium to learn the magic of the Goddess of Spring.

According to Fan Sen, the Seven-Colored Gemstone was unearthed through archaeology from the ruins of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring. It is a genuine sacred artifact, and to activate and control it, one must learn the corresponding magic of the Goddess of Spring.

Goddesses are noble; to win their hearts, you need either love or money.

Love takes time to cultivate feelings, and it also costs money in the process, so it's not worth it.

Gao Wen thought for a moment. Given his personality, it would be difficult for him to make loving offerings to any deity. Rather than talking about faith, he decided to be more practical and sit down and chat about something else.

If one had to develop faith in a particular deity, the Lord of Death would probably be the only choice, and because of the various preferential treatments he received, Gawain had a rather favorable impression of this deity.

I'm not familiar with the Goddess of Spring at all, so I'll just add some points.

Previously, Gao Wen felt deeply ashamed of his money-grubbing behavior and would occasionally feel a little embarrassed. When asking for more money, he would use subtle wording, hoping that the other party would understand on their own rather than him taking the initiative to ask.

It won't happen again.

God can add, and so can I!

He was not greedy for money, but a devout believer, full of reverence and humility, taking God as his learning goal, restraining, improving, enhancing, and making up for his shortcomings.

In the earliest universal theological records, the four seasons cycle as a cycle, known as the Quartet of Fates. The goddess of spring is the first of the four Fates, also known as the Awakener, the Goddess of the Prelude, and the Origin of Life, and the magic associated with her is all related to life.

To be precise, the magic associated with the goddesses of the four seasons is more or less related to life, but each has a different focus.

The most typical example is the Goddess of Winter, who governs winter, hibernation, and oblivion. She is the guardian deity of hermits, the Night Watchmen, and historians, and her life magic leans towards the destructive aspects of freezing and sealing.

Coincidentally, the Glacier Goddess, also one of the Seven Orders, is skilled in these arts—one in winter, the other in ice. I wonder who came first, and whether they'll end up fighting.

Gawain's favorite thing to read...

Cough!

Gawain didn't understand matters of divine authority; he only knew that dating the Goddess of Spring was very expensive.

Before time travel, if you spend money on a goddess, she will sweetly call out, "Big brother is here." After time travel, if you spend money on a goddess, she won't even notice. Therefore, you can spend money, but you can't spend too much.

After searching, he chose the lowest price and spent 50 to learn the Destiny Magic: Spring of the Four Seasons: Sprout.

Gao Wen is very realistic. If it weren't for his desire for the Seven-Colored Diamond's Life Barrier, which he absolutely had to learn, he wouldn't even want to spend 50.

As the name suggests, Sprout has the magical effect of awakening dormant seeds and blessing the beginning of spring, allowing even withered seeds to sprout anew.

One of the compulsory magic courses for agricultural college students, who are also the main source of worship for the goddess of the four seasons at the school.

As for how much you should believe, well, if you don't believe it, you'll just be wasting your money!

By spending money to master this magic, Gawain made it onto the list and naturally became a devout follower of the Goddess of Spring, thus gaining the ability to wield the Seven-Colored Diamond.

The Summer Goddess's magic is also quite good. Barrett previously demonstrated the 'Guardian Serpent,' which possesses vigorous vitality like the passion of midsummer, providing healing and sustain—a truly practical weapon. Gawain is considering whether to light up the Summer Goddess's Guardian Lantern.

The reason I want it is simple: I just want it.

The reason for the dilemma is not complicated. Gao's enormous vitality is not just for show. He has powerful self-healing and endurance without the need for magic. Pure physical constitution is much more effective than magic.

Both provide healing and sustain, but physical constitution is passive while magic is active. A powerful combination would be ideal. However, if active healing is used too often, the body becomes accustomed to magical healing, suppressing the potential of passive healing and causing its effects to gradually diminish. Wouldn't that be penny-wise and pound-foolish?

In a sense, this is called self-castration, a form of degeneration.

"Gao Wen, classmate."

As Gao Wen was thinking, a nearly new mummy blocked his way.

His face was almost completely wrapped in thick white bandages, with only two small holes left for his eyes. His right arm was in a cast and a rope was tied around his neck. His left hand was on a cane. With a stubborn determination, he walked up to Gawain.

Gawain was shocked. The newcomer was like a crumbling, dilapidated wall, round and chubby, completely engulfed in bandages.

"Bandaged Alien... oops, Senior Labun, is that you?"

Although the bandaged alien was well hidden, with only its eyes showing, Gawain still recognized it. It was the ultimate evolution of a Labrador, a Labrador pig whose legs were broken because it failed to lose weight.

To be fair, without exaggeration or bias, although it's a tragic scene with a strong visual impact that makes one feel sorry for the characters, the combination of bandages and vents is just too ridiculous.

Gao Wen has a low threshold for laughter. He frowned and looked serious, going over all the unpleasant things that happened before he transmigrated, before finally suppressing the stubborn upward curve of his lips.

“Godson Gao, laugh if you want to. They’re all laughing like crazy. I don’t believe you don’t want to laugh,” Rabbu murmured.

"No, I didn't, I'm different from them."

Gao Wen shook his head repeatedly, then coughed lightly with his fist: "Senior Labu, although I know the answer to this question, I still want to ask you, what exactly did you do to my club president?"

"I said I would stand before you with dignity and invite you to be my knight."

Raab spoke loudly, and although his bandaged appearance was comical, his back seemed exceptionally tall at that moment, a giant in spirit: "Tell her that whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger. She can defeat me, but she can never defeat me!"

No, senior! Simps never end well. Look at you, you're on crutches now!

Next time, will you need a wheelchair?

"Senior, listen to my advice: what doesn't kill you won't make you stronger; what doesn't kill you will only keep hitting you." Gao Wen earnestly and sincerely advised Labrador to give up.

Just now, he was thinking of inviting Labrador to a training session for a friendly match. He would complete his daily tasks while Labrador did rehabilitation training, calling it a win-win situation.

Labrador deserves a better rider; he's just using the other guy to farm quests and doesn't deserve him.

"Brother Gao Wenxue, I've finally found you."

Long-legged Cynthia walked in from outside the gate, just as she had yesterday, and invited Gawain to a secluded corner to talk.

The second prince asked me to pass on a message to you!

Cynthia didn't recognize Laboon yesterday, let alone today; she found the bandaged man both comical and laughable. If she weren't a student council member with professional training, she wouldn't have laughed out loud, no matter how funny it was.

"What's there to talk about? Once wasn't enough. Do you want to humiliate me a second time?"

"Please give me a chance. I've come with genuine sincerity. Please let me explain." Cynthia lowered her head, her icy face straining to convey a pleading expression.

"Fine, I'll give you five minutes to convince me..."

"Wow, wow, you can get a lot done in five minutes."

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Labour clicked his tongue repeatedly, curious about how Cynthia had humiliated Gawain yesterday. With nothing else to do, he imagined Gawain being knocked down by those long legs, his face filled with utter bewilderment.

"Tsk tsk, I knew this wasn't simple. Gao Wen is truly enviable!"

"Oh, what did Gawain do that made you so envious?"

"What else can Gawain do besides Cynthia...?"

Labb turned around excitedly, but when he saw the short red hair, he froze.

To live or to die, to live a life of ignominy or to live a life of righteousness?

Laboon thought for three seconds, then silently threw away his cane, jumped up, and punched the red-haired demon king.

Once gone, never to return!

Life is what I desire, and righteousness is also what I desire. If I cannot have both, I will give up life for righteousness.

Although Raab had never heard of this saying, he had already reached that level in thought and action.

Go, Gao Wen, hurry up! I'll stop her even if it kills me!

Chapter 68 A Money-Saving Tip Every Day