god of tomorrow

The opposite of light is darkness, shadow, not death.

The Lord of Death corrected Gawain's misconceptions and taught him a high-level life magic.

Life magic is fate magic, monopolized by the four gods of fate. Gawain's 'Sprout' comes from the goddess of spring among the four gods, a cheap product, far from being considered high-level.

"You should have said so earlier! If you had, I wouldn't have bothered with the 'Budding Sprouts' program. It cost a whopping 50 yuan!"

After leaving the underworld, Gawain sat on the large bed in the bedroom of the love hotel, glanced at the system time, and saw it was one o'clock in the morning. It was late at night, the best time for assassins to operate.

He left the hotel and wandered aimlessly on the streets late at night, carrying the Ferryman's pistol in his pocket. By some deliberate carelessness, he got lost and ended up at the university town headquarters of the Necromancer's Guild.

The university town is monitored by a magic tower, but Gawain is not worried at all. He was just passing by and did not do anything petty. If he was caught, he had a reason.

I was staying at a couples' hotel alone, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter how much I tossed and turned at night, so I went out for a walk to calm down.

What, why not go to a nightclub?

That's a ridiculous question. Everyone knows he has a girlfriend. Whether he's distributing porridge outside or not, his girlfriend knows perfectly well. Would he dare to do anything reckless outside?

What? Why are you wearing a tight-fitting outfit? Are you a pervert?

So what if he's a pervert? What's wrong with a man being a pervert? He wasn't wearing it during the day!

Gawain came to verify whether Gordon possessed a fragment of the underworld, buried in a corner of the guild's backyard. The ferryman was also a fragment, and would sense it upon approaching, making the proof very simple.

No, the extradition officer did not make a beeping sound.

"You wouldn't carry it with you, are you still on the highway?"

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The following day, Friday.

Gao Wen returned to school early in the morning, finished his history class, and instead of wandering around the gymnasium in the afternoon, he went straight to the library supermarket to go on a shopping spree.

There was no profit to be made from this illegitimate child, and the gymnasium would only be a waste of time, so he decided to take his talent to the highway.

At 6 p.m., Gawain returned to his dormitory and ran into Hill, who was dazed and confused. Hill looked energetic and was clearly ready for battle.

"My cousin has arrived just in time! I've been looking for you!"

Hill's attempt to seduce Hugh into going beachcombing failed, so she skillfully put her arm around Gawain's shoulder and said in a flirtatious tone, "We don't have class tomorrow, Saturday, let's go out and celebrate."

Saturday is not the point. When people want to do something, they can always find the time and a reason. When they don't want to do something, they can always find an excuse. Hill can find a reason to make money every day of the week.

In his words, after graduation he would return home to start a business, abandoning his studies for finance, and devoting himself to his family and career, completely losing his freedom. So, although his daily routine lacks regularity, it is actually a way of planning ahead and making reasonable use of his time.

Even if we take a step back and assume that one should excel in their own area during their prime years, otherwise they will only be able to watch helplessly as they get older.

Just enjoy life while you can!

Gao Wen rolled his eyes: "That makes sense. Let's skip class tomorrow and go out to celebrate tonight."

"Gawain, you've finally figured it out!"

Hill was overjoyed. He was pleased that Gawain had abandoned his persona of not being interested in women and had chosen to be like him. He was also waiting to see what would happen. If word got back to the Red-Haired Demon King, Gawain would definitely have three legs broken.

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"It's my treat tonight," Gao Wen said with a smile.

"Look at you, you're being so formal with me..." Hill didn't refuse, and immediately offered to fight ten of them.

"Ten isn't enough, let's fight twenty."

"..."

Something is wrong!

Hill silently took two steps back. More than the sudden silence, he was afraid of his friend's sudden concern. Gawain's unsolicited kindness must have ulterior motives.

"What are you afraid of? I have no intention of kidnapping or extorting you. I just need your help if I need anything."

"Then I'm all set."

Hill was relieved and walked arm in arm with Gawain into the Griffith Charitable Credit Bank on the commercial street.

Gao Wen found many good things at Fan Sen's hideout. Some were treasures that had been lost for many years, such as door panel swords and assassin's daggers. Others were gifts from nature that he couldn't just sell. He needed to find someone he could trust.

That's the kind of person Prince hope is.

It was the same bank manager who, ignoring Gao Wen's irregular sourcing, transferred all the discounted price of 4000 million to Gao Wen's account.

Afterwards, Gawain commissioned the pawnshop manager to obtain a fake identity certificate and opened an account at the Adventurers' Guild in Gawain's name, thus becoming a genuine adventurer.

Adventurer Gauss, officially debuts!

After the incident with the Necromancer's Guild, I've come to realize the necessity of using pseudonyms even more. The Adventurers' Guild doesn't allow real names, and funds can't be deposited directly into his account.

The first thing the adventurer Gauss did after starting his career was not to accept quests, but to issue quests.

The target is Gordon, the branch leader of the Church of Eternal Flame and the Necromancer's Guild. He needs to obtain all the intelligence within three days. The price is 10. The task is to be distributed by the pawnshop manager. Be discreet and don't let anyone find out.

Gordon had barely died when someone started gathering intelligence, the targeting was so obvious, it was practically as if they had "I'm the murderer" written all over their face.

It wasn't over yet. Gao Wen took out three more assassin's tools and a door panel sword, asking the manager to help him identify which ones were usable and which ones would bring unnecessary disaster if used.

Who knows where Van Sen got all this equipment? We need to be careful.

The manager examined each case and gave Gao Wen a mixed result.

Daggers, door-panel swords, and gold-rimmed glasses can be used freely. Although they are custom-made, there are many similar items circulating in the market, and no one will investigate.

The manager advised Gao Wen to avoid wearing white suits if possible, to avoid getting into trouble.

"This white suit comes from the Church of Eternal Day; it's standard equipment for the Black Crow Stalkers..."

The manager has been in the antique appraisal business for many years, has handled thousands of artifacts, is an expert, and wouldn't make baseless accusations.

"Is it possible that a logistics manager of the Eternal Day Church used his position to scrap a batch of magical artifacts that were beyond repair, and then a batch of white suits suddenly appeared on the market?"

Gawain was somewhat unwilling, but the suit was still quite useful.

"..." x2

After graduation, submit your resume to the Ministry of Magic. Once you become a commissioner, we'll all advance alongside you! x2

The manager had done all the necessary persuasion, fulfilling his duty as an employee, and said no more.

Seeing that Gawain was hoping for the best, Hill quickly reminded him, "Although the Church of Eternal Day has declined, it still has its foundation. Even His Majesty the King will not easily offend it. Listen to your cousin, this suit doesn't suit you."

If the universal church is the first generation of faith on the universal continent, then the fragmentation of the universal church into numerous large and small churches constitutes the second generation.

The Church of Eternal Day had its glory days and was an elder in the second generation. Even though it was pushed to the brink by the Dawn/Twilight Agreement and replaced by the Dawn and Twilight Churches with their relatively mild doctrines, its influence remained considerable and it still had a large number of loyal believers.

The church is fully equipped, retaining the armed forces of the former universal church, and can mobilize a large army at any time.

The second-generation versions of the church mostly inherited the same armed system, with all members being elites and possessing astonishing combat power.

The most famous are the three legions: the Temple Knights, the Judgment Knights, and the Sky Knights, who operate under the sun and enjoy boundless glory.

No armed system can consist only of knights charging into battle; it also needs intelligence personnel doing the dirty work and operating in the sewers.

Traitor, Rat, Undercover Agent...

These secret agents, whose roles are intelligence gathering, infiltration and assassination, and sabotage behind enemy lines, have a terrible reputation. In the past, the Universal Church named its special forces the "Black Crow Stalkers" Legion, which was controlled by a secret council and was known as "the place where the light cannot reach, we gaze upon."

In addition, there is an even darker legion of 'Atonement Ascetics', for whom very little is recorded. The world only knows that they wield extremely ruthless magic, but few know the specifics.

Hill knew this intelligence, and it was also in Gawain's AI database. Knowing that there was no way to go against the tide, he had no choice but to pawn the white suit.

"Never mind, my cousin is handsome and kind-hearted, I'll get you a new suit."

Hill was very generous, instructing the manager to accept the white suit and handle it properly, and promising Gawain that he would exchange it for a suit with similar functionality.

Putting aside the specific effects, the main thing is that it was legally obtained and fits well, unlike this set, which makes me look like a pervert when I wear it.

Of course, if Gawain has this kind of fetish, then he's a good friend. Although Hill doesn't understand or support it, he's willing to help. Gawain just needs to stay away from him in the future so as not to affect his reputation.

"You're the pervert! If you had a choice, you'd be a fool to become a hammer!"

Gawain grumbled, "Hill helped me out again today. I won't say anything more. I was so poor before, but now I'm suddenly rich. With so much money in my pocket, I'll treat everyone to a fancy restaurant."

Since we don't want our resources to go to outsiders' homes, we went to Chef Bob's restaurant.

Tomorrow, I'll take a walk through the small auditorium. The startup budget is barely half spent, and I'll have to start all over again.

Gao Wen sighed deeply. Making money was hard, and saving it was even harder. He was constantly at risk of being killed. Where was his illegitimate father?

"Let Bob go, he's had a tough time too." Hill shook his head repeatedly. It's true that we shouldn't let good things go to outsiders, but if too much manure is poured on the land, even a good field will turn into a cesspool.

"Alright, let's go to the Gold Powder Club. The female manager still owes me eight free meals."

"That's more like it!"

Hill's face immediately lit up; that was exactly what he had been waiting for.

Chapter 78: Historical Status Completely Destroyed

Gold Powder Club.

When the female manager saw that Gao Wen hadn't entered empty-handed and had brought people with him, she was so frightened that her legs went weak.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't red hair, but blue hair, and he immediately beamed as he greeted the rare guest, Hill.

Hill and the female manager were old acquaintances. It's hard to say whether they had a deep and intimate relationship, but they had been seen touching hands quite a few times.

My cousin said he's treating tonight and told me to play ten without worry. Can you arrange that?

"Young Master Hill, what are you saying? Don't even mention ten, twenty would be fine!" The female manager was very generous, letting Hill choose whatever he wanted, and that all expenses for tonight would be on Gawain's tab.

"So straightforward..."

Hill was baffled. What businessman doesn't make money? He wondered what Gawain had done to the female manager to manipulate her like this, making her look like she'd made a profit even though he was losing money.

I'd love for your guidance and to share some of your secrets; I'm so eager to improve!

Gao Wen didn't offer any guidance; he didn't have any special skills and had never actually worked with the female manager before—he just opened the window.

Compared to Hervy, who tore down the roof, Hill was hardly a window, just a light bulb.

In the third-floor private room, at the usual spot, Hill shouted that everyone should stand in a row and have their academic credentials randomly checked.

Seeing that Gao Wen was engrossed in eating and showed no intention of investigating with him, he led a young woman out of the private room.

Ten minutes later, Hill returned crying.