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 little Tree Sprites, all clad in uniform white clothes, surrounded Bailuo, a group not even reaching Bailuo's waist, bringing with them an unprecedented breath of life.


"All right, all right, hello everyone, hello. I am your Sovereign, my name is Bailuo."


Hearing a Tree Elf make an unreasonable request, Lu Anya hurriedly spoke up, "You must not be disrespectful to His Majesty, Your Majesty, you need not take their words to heart."


Bailuo was particularly affectionate when it came to children.


He didn't like spoiled brats, but for sensible children, he couldn't resist their cutesy requests.


Being too small, Bailuo couldn't differentiate between boys and girls, but he felt that this must be a girl.


Chapter 77 Shall we draw lots? (Seeking recommended tickets)