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 birth of the Child of Miracle, Bailuo didn't know how long it would take.


In this regard, it depends on the miracle and also on the innate talent of the adapter themselves.


For Sherri's Child of Miracle, they would have to wait until the radish was harvested to know the outcome, while for Lilith, it would depend on what sort of changes Elsa might undergo.


"No rush, let's take our time," Bailuo said.


Fortunately, the graces of miracles were always positive; even if a problem arose, Bailuo could retract them at any time and restore their original state, so there were no safety issues.


The wind gradually turned colder, and the sky became overcast. The oppressive atmosphere caused Uncle to undergo a slight change in complexion, "This wind, there's something wrong with it."


Bailuo hurried out of the pilothouse and quickly descended the stairs to the deck, "There's a storm coming, get back inside!"


Chapter 37 Storm (Please Recommend)