god of tomorrow

Anger, confusion, hesitation, approval...

The Sun God made no attempt to conceal his emotional shifts, so much so that Gawain could sense the change in the Sun God's attitude towards him through his gaze, from the initial "What is this nonsense?" to the final "This thing is somewhat interesting."

So what did the sun god see and understand?

After confirming that everything was correct, the sun god withdrew his gaze, and the sacrificial ceremony proceeded smoothly. A ray of golden light shot out from the statue and entered Gawain's brow, completing the fixation of the magic circuit of the 'Sunlight Barrier' within his body, thus enabling him to officially learn this magic.

The sacrificial magic works like this: pay money, light up the guardian light board, participate in the rankings, and become the coolest kid on the block.

The staff who presided over the sacrificial ceremony breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that nothing happened. If a sacrificial accident had occurred, the rules would have required a full refund. If the offerings had been taken by the gods, the school would have to bear the loss.

Will the school cover it?

No way! It must be that someone below tampered with the sacrificial process without authorization. Salaries were halved, benefits were cut off, and it was done immediately without any review.

The second sacrificial ceremony began smoothly, and Gawain learned 'Shadow of the Flash' again.

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.

A hotel for couples.

Gawain soaked in the bathtub, his mind still on the small auditorium, wondering what the deeper meaning was behind the change in the sun god's attitude.

If you've seen through his chaotic magic and feel he's a promising talent, you should invest more in him, just like the Lord of Death, instead of letting him come and go in a hurry, finishing your reading as soon as you're done.

"Gods are really hard to please. If there are many people, you have to create the illusion of fair competition. Wouldn't it be better to just slap my palm three times?"

Gawain rambled on and on, then finished showering and changing. He took out the Magic Corridor and sat cross-legged on the bed.

The treasure box in front of them contained the sacred seven-colored gem.

Before taking action, manually increase proficiency and allocate unallocated experience points to skills, upgrading Golden Blood, Sunlight Barrier, and Shadow of Light to Lv3.

With the seven-colored gem in hand, Gao Wen activated the magic of golden blood. A big spender who had spent 4000 million entered the live stream room, and there was a flashing effect on the spot. The seven-colored gem, which was once out of reach, now became both precious and pure.

Seven-Colored Diamond: Big brother, you're here! What talent would you like to see today?

Gao Wen: I don't care about talent, I want you today!

The Golden Blood activated, corresponding to mythology, regarding the seven-colored gem as the 'Holy Grail of First Birth' and the rich life force within as the 'Breath of Hope', drawing it into itself and consuming a simplified version of the Golden Elixir.

The genuine Hope Brew can elevate the drinker's mind and body; it is a legendary divine substance. While the simplified version of the Golden Elixir is not quite as exaggerated, Gawain still felt a tremendous change within his body as a continuous stream of life energy entered.

Under the special processing of the golden blood, the unruly life force obediently flowed into Gawain's limbs and bones, merging into his flesh and blood, stabilizing his foundation, and strengthening his potential.

Gao Wen's physical abilities are already strong, and there is still a lot of room for improvement if you dig deeper.

If you can dig, keep digging!

With a whoosh, a large amount of life force surged into Gao Wen's body...

This action is very unfriendly to the Seven-Colored Gem. Its potential will not be realized for no reason. To dig deeper without harming Gawain himself, there must be a corresponding filling material, namely, the life force.

The seven-colored gemstone was brutally exploited, its body gradually hollowed out, and it was about to die.

But he couldn't resist. Gawain was acting through legitimate channels, not as a heretic. He used the Golden Blood on the Seven-Colored Gemstone, which was equivalent to the Goddess of Spring holding the Seven-Colored Gemstone's hands down, forcing Gawain to hurry up.

This is no longer tacit approval, but complicity.

Twenty minutes later, Gao Wen stopped, looking both refreshed and exhausted.

The comfort comes from the growth of potential, the expansion of the empty container, and the sedimentation of life energy, which shines brightly in the flesh and bones. One day, it may truly be possible to complete the literal meaning of golden blood.

Exhaustion is caused by a huge depletion of mental energy and magical power. There is still room for potential to increase, but the magical power is running out, making it impossible to maintain spellcasting.

With both states combined, Gawain looks incredibly energetic!

Unearthing potential and accumulating life energy will not directly translate into basic stats. The effect is that the enhancement of potential makes meditation twice as effective, and subsequent meditation practices will further improve the efficiency of stat enhancement.

The benefits are immediate and lasting.

In contrast, the seven-colored gemstone, full of spirit, has only a trace left and is almost drained!

"What a mediocre opponent. You've already fallen before I've even put up a fight."

Gao Wen weighed the seven-colored gem in his hand. The sacred artifact wouldn't be damaged; even if the seven-colored gem were completely drained, it would still be restored to its original state. The key was that the sacred artifact was crucial to every temple. Sending the seven-colored gem for repair was easy, but getting it back would be difficult.

Gawain pondered for a long time. Going directly to the church that worships the Goddess of Spring was definitely not an option. Before he could even negotiate the price, they would overturn the table and blatantly steal from him, then accuse him of theft.

"Find two companies, get them to submit quotes simultaneously, and choose the one with the highest bid..."

No, no!

Who does Gao Wen think he is? What right does he have to negotiate with God's messenger? If he dares to invite two families to his door, they will kick him out first, and then a full-blown fight will be held to decide who owns the treasure.

No matter how much you say, it all comes down to not having enough ability.

If you lack strength, influence will do!

Gawain considered the forces around him: his illegitimate father was nowhere to be found, so he was out; his future lord, Lily, was sickly and currently burning with fever, so she was out; and the third prince, Hugh…

Well, all I can say is that if I had known this would happen, I should have given the second prince another chance.

After much thought, I realized I could only fleece Blue Hair.

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.

"I've already made it clear that if the Red-Haired Demon King captures you, you have to defend me immediately. It was you who insisted on doing it, not me who led you astray."

Poor Hill was dragged out of the school gate by Gawain, looking worried and saying he would be beaten to a pulp.

Hervy, who was baring her teeth and claws, was stuffed into a cream puff by Gawain. Hill was very happy. He couldn't do anything to the red-haired devil, but his brother did. In a way, it was equivalent to personally avenging the school bullying he suffered back then.

Gawain could only be tough on the red-haired demon king for five minutes; for the rest of the time, the red-haired demon king still attacked wherever he was directed.

"How dare you say that!"

Gao Wen said indignantly, "Last time, before I even had a chance to speak, you sold me out and made me end up in the girls' dormitory. You have no idea what I went through!"

What happened?

Hill immediately perked up and urged Gawain to elaborate, ideally to write 30,000 words.

"There's nothing to say, it's all shame and nightmares. They were not human... I don't want to remember."

"Come on, you're clearly enjoying yourself." Hill said with disdain, showing no envy whatsoever.

"In short, you must give me an explanation for betraying me!"

"Please be reasonable. I'm just telling the truth. And if I don't betray you, you definitely will. Since someone has to be betrayed, why not you?" Hill explained the cruel nature of humanity: if he sells out quickly, his brothers will have no one left to sell out.

Besides, when Gawain was kidnapped by Hervy, it was called "couples' happy time." Who knows if he'd get beaten up or have sex with her? If it happened at the same time, Gawain should thank her!

Hill always has a point. If he hadn't brought his talent to the nightclub, he would definitely have become a figure who stirred up a storm on campus. Unlike now, the firefly has lost its flame. Gawain dares to predict that sooner or later Hill will suffer a great loss when it comes to women.

Griffiths Charitable Credit Bank.

The manager was working overtime as usual on Saturday, assuming that Gao Wen had come to pick up the goods, but explained that the new suit was still on its way.

Adventurer Gauss's quest is also underway; we'll have to wait a little longer.

"These aren't urgent. I recently bought a few items and would like to ask the manager for his opinion."

"..." x2

How come you manage to acquire new things every day? Give me a tip on how to make a fortune! x2

Hill remembered very clearly that the last time Gawain shipped goods from the pawnshop was the last time, and the manager remembered even more clearly that it was just yesterday, less than 24 hours later. The efficiency was too high. Gawain alone could support a pawnshop.

Soon, Gao Wen carefully took out several treasures, which made the manager's face turn black with displeasure.

Backpacks, baseball caps, pendants, sneakers—all souvenirs and merchandise from the Royal Magic University.

"Manager, take a look, can we sell it for 1000 million?"

"..."

Even 100 million would be a stretch!

Backpacks and baseball caps are worthless; pendants and sneakers, though magical artifacts, have extremely low applicability and are practically unappealing to formal mages. Their only advantage is that they are authentic, and the Royal Magic University logo can attract niche buyers from the surrounding community.

This circle is already saturated, with almost everyone owning a complete set of merchandise.

The manager didn't speak, but glanced at Hill. Seeing that the latter was nonchalant and didn't react much, he nodded and said, "1000 million is impossible, but 200 million is still possible."

With the eldest son of the family backing him up, the manager was happy to do Gawain a favor in the name of the Griffith family.

Even our own brothers will collect junk!

Gao Wen saw this and silently noted the favor. He then took out a beautifully carved wooden box and said, "And this pigeon egg, I plan to have it made into a necklace. Manager, could you do me a favor and find someone to process it? I'll just charge you 200 million for the processing fee."

The treasure box was opened, and a burst of seven-colored light dazzled the manager and Hill.

Golden Legend!

Good heavens, you were waiting for me here! I was being presumptuous by speaking loudly just now! x2

"Gao Wen, you can't wear that!"

The manager, with his keen eye, immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of the seven-colored gemstone. He closed the wooden box and said solemnly, "Tell me the truth, to whom else have you mentioned this treasure?"

While speaking, he pressed a button under the counter, clearing the public welfare credit bank and locking the doors and windows.

Beside him, Hill held his breath, the situation was serious, and he needed to calm down.

"Don't worry, it's from a legitimate source."

Gao Wen originally described it as finding a bargain at the royal capital's secondhand market, but seeing that the two were on high alert, he stopped teasing them and truthfully told them where the seven-colored gemstone came from.

Fan Sen.

Spoils of war.

Archaeological findings indicate that the original temple has been converted into a tourist attraction.

Hearing this, the manager finally felt relieved. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Even so, this treasure cannot be sold through conventional channels. The buyer must be related to the church. Gao Wen, you've put us in a very difficult position."

"Ah, can it really be sold?" Gao Wen was taken aback.

"Oh, weren't we supposed to be the ones to auction it off?" The manager was also taken aback.

"..." x3

The scene shifts to the three people sitting in the manager's office drinking tea. The tense atmosphere has vanished, and the air is filled with a cheerful feeling.

The Griffith family owns its own auction house, handling fine items acquired from pawnshops and also facilitating sales for certain mysterious individuals who prefer to remain anonymous. Because the auction house is backed by the powerful royal family, it may appear small in scale, barely qualifying as second-rate, but its reputation has steadily grown.

After asking some questions, the manager offered Gao Wen two solutions.