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

Old Mordi was screaming, but the two twisted monsters hanging on him let out sharp shrieks.


Glass shattered, and Flai subconsciously wanted to cover his ears, but the boy forcibly endured the pain in his eardrums with his willpower, his head spinning as he quickly ran towards Ireina.


Flai's voice was inaudible to Ireina, but the girl's instinctual trust in her brother still made her grab his hand.


The Lizard People weren't real lizards; they were actually more akin to demi-humans.


Thus, they could hear, and hear very clearly.


Their superhumanly keen perception allowed the Lizard People to make an immediate judgment.


Four Lizard People swiftly surrounded Mordi and the two zombies while on the nearby bed, the bodies of two other girls were eerily starting to rise.


Old Mordi's head was bitten off, the gruesome sight, the zombies relishing the flesh and blood, nearly made even the Lizard People almost vomit.


Chapter 206: Competent Minister? (Dare Not Ask for Monthly Tickets)