Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

Sherri looked at Bailuo, puzzled why he had suddenly stopped.


Bailuo glanced at the Black Leather Book, which had shown movement again. He was excited, but kept his composure and continued to assign tasks.


"I have some matters to attend to, sister..."


The issue of miracles was very important; the more one had in their strategic reserve, the better.


Bailuo couldn't directly tell his senior sister that he was going to look for miracles, as that would seem too unbelievable. Miracles weren't something that could be found just by searching for them.


Fortunately, his senior understood Bailuo.


She didn't ask any questions. If Bailuo said he had something to do, then he had something to do. Her role was to help him cover his tracks, not to question him.


Bailuo didn't thank his senior; they didn't need that.


Chapter 26 Ideal Coast (4000 words, please recommend)