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

The guard was just a nobody, sitting cross-legged, leaning against the broken shed, not even glancing at the two of them.


"Killing invites feuds, hitting does the same," Isefia said, "Better pay up."


Bailuo decisively threw out a small bag of money, and the gangster wrapped his hands around it, opened it for a quick look: "Please, follow me, guests."


Those who could stand guard at a stronghold had surely not much combat power, but they were certainly more alert than most.


There were many such strongholds throughout the slums.


Regulars and newcomers had some significant differences.


If Bailuo hadn't paid but chosen to beat up the guard instead, that would mean he was looking for trouble, and didn't care about the strength of the Venomous Snake Gang at all.


Such guests were neither welcomed nor dared to be welcomed by the Venomous Snake Gang.


Chapter 34 Vanishing into Thin Air (Seeking Recommendations)