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

"That was no small favor," Zu Taichu said with a trembling voice, "She saved my life!"


"But you are now the Master of Miracles," Isefia raised her hand, pinching a tiny distance between her index finger and thumb, "That little kindness should have been repaid long ago. Do you really intend to trade all that you have now for such a trifle?"


Zu Taichu had thought the Queen might have some profound insights, only to realize she was just like everyone else: "Then you're mistaken about me. I, Zu Taichu, am willing to make the trade!"


Isefia clapped her hands quickly: "Impressive, really impressive. I can't help but want to give you a little red flower."


Zu Taichu had already realized the gap between himself and Isefia. If she wanted to kill him, it could probably be done in the blink of an eye.


But he was not afraid to die. Rather than suffer humiliation and have his life's perseverance questioned, he would rather fight her.


Chapter 395: Slaughter It (Seeking Monthly Votes)