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

Bailuo's brows furrowed as he turned back to look at the Black Wolf crouching there, baring its teeth, obviously not seeing him as its master, still very agitated.


Bailuo thought of a possibility, but he found it hard to imagine such a thing: "Please find a brave child to feed it once."


If Bailuo's logic was not flawed, then there seemed to be only one meaning to these words.


Bailuo's eyes widened incredulously as he gazed at the Black Wolf, he shook his head, "Can it be? Does such a thing really happen? Such a task, this is too..."


Uncle saw Bailuo's expression change several times in an instant, and he knew that the next task involving the miracle might be problematic.


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