How did I become the Lord of Evil Gods?

Chapter 38 The world in the painting
  "In the heavy rain, the fragments of the two meteorites were pulling each other. They emitted a twisted and strange blue light, penetrating the rain curtain and illuminating the deck and the sea."

"A dull roar sounded from the depths of the sea. A shadow that covered the sky flew out of the deep sea, setting off huge waves nearly 100 meters high and hitting my fleet."

"That's a dragon, the king who lives under the Broken Star Sea, a legendary creature - the Sea Dragon King!"

"It rushed from the bottom of the sea to the sea surface, and then jumped out from under the sea surface, swallowing two meteorite fragments in one mouthful."

"Then, its huge body fell from the sky and set off countless waves again."

"Our fleet never engaged in any combat with it from beginning to end. It was just affected by it and it was almost wiped out."

"Fortunately, after swallowing the two meteorite fragments, the Sea Dragon King disappeared under the sea level. Apart from the loss of our ship, no one died."

Edward spoke calmly as he recounted the scene when he met the legendary creature Sea Dragon King at sea.

"Dad, where's the back?" Lita asked immediately after Edward stopped.

"Back there" Edward smiled mysteriously.

He put down the coffee cup he had wiped clean in his hand: "Let's wait until next time to talk about the rest."

"Dad!" Rita slammed the table.

"It's no use calling me daddy," Edward said, glancing at her.

"Damn it, when will you wait until next time?" Rita looked at him and asked.

"Of course it will be next time." Edward replied matter-of-factly.

He lay on his back on the seat behind the bar of the coffee shop and waved his hand: "Okay, I'm going to take a rest. You two can go do whatever you like."

Hard, fist hard.

Rita took a deep breath and suppressed the desire to beat up her father.

"I'm going to exercise!" She walked towards the second floor of the coffee shop without looking back.

Seeing this, Yun Mu also knew that he would not be able to hear the follow-up today, so he followed Lita to the second floor of the coffee shop, returned to his room and changed his clothes.

"Master, go to the Painters Association."

After leaving the coffee shop, Yun Mu reached out to stop a steam taxi. As she got into the back seat of the car, she spoke.

"okay."

The taxi driver nodded, stepped on the gas pedal, and drove in the direction of the Artists Association.

After arriving at the place, Yun Mu handed the other party a silver frost coin and got out of the steam taxi.

She pushed open the door of the Painters Association, walked into the building, and went straight to the painting room on the second floor of the association.

"Good morning, Miss Yun."

The blond Si Zhen was sitting in the painting room with his back to Yun Mu, holding a paintbrush and slowly sketching something on the canvas in front of him.

"Good morning, Mr. Szin."

Yun Mu first said hello, and then looked at the picture outlined on the canvas.

It was a dark wooden cabin, with damp and cold wooden floors. There was only a thin and worn wooden bed squeezed into a cramped corner. Opposite the bed, a desk with mottled marks on the surface sat quietly. Next to the wall covered with green plants.

There was only one wooden window in the hut that was blown open by the cold wind. Outside the window was the cold gray sky and the continuous drizzle.

In a daze, she felt a chill rush into her heart.

The air had become very humid at some point, the noisy sound of rain could be heard in her ears, and gusts of cold wind hit her face through the open wooden window.

crunch
  Suddenly, the dilapidated wooden window was closed by a hand, and the only remaining light in the house disappeared.

blah blah blah!

At some point, a gas lamp appeared in the corner of the room, flickering with a soft yellow light.

Not only did the darkness dissipate, but even the cold faded away.

"hiss"

Yun Mu finally came to her senses at this time. She trembled violently, and then looked at Si Zhen who had just closed the wooden window in the small house. "How is this going?"

She looked at the surrounding environment in shock. A second ago, she was still in the painting room on the second floor of the Painters Association, but she suddenly arrived here without knowing when.

"This is the world in my painting."

Si Zin looked at her expression with great satisfaction and said with a smile.

What is needed is this kind of reaction. How can you know the bright future of the painter profession without showing your hands?

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he explained to Yun Mu: "This is the ability of a third-level expert [Painter]. It can create a false world and pull people into it."

"Is this really the world in the painting?"

Yun Mu recalled the senses she had just felt. Whether it was the humid and tight air or the cold wind mixed with the fishy smell of the sea, they were all so real.
  "Those are just the feelings you imagined."

Si Zin explained to her: "The third-level [Painter] is not that powerful yet, but through the guidance of the picture, it can trick your brain into imagining the corresponding feeling."

"It's all just illusions."

Si Zhen said and opened the wooden window of the wooden house. However, this time, Yun Mu did not feel any proper feeling.

"look."

He stretched his palm out of the window, and the fine raindrops fell on the damp ground without any hindrance after contacting his palm.

"These are all fake." Si Zin said.

"But what if."

Si Zhen waved his hand, and the cold wind outside the wooden house suddenly turned into a strong wind and swept over him.

The light on the old gas lamp was instantly extinguished, and a large amount of rainwater was blown into the hut by the strong wind.

Click.

The dilapidated wooden window could no longer hold on and detached from the wall, hitting Yun Mu straight in the face.

Yun Mu almost subconsciously raised her arm to block, and then a burst of pain came from her arm.

And the moment the pain surged into her heart, the surrounding scene suddenly disappeared, and she and Si Zin returned to the painting room on the second floor of the Painters Association.

"This is your ID card, take it."

Si Zin took out a metal card with Yun Mu's personal information written on it and handed it to her.

"Oh, alright."

After hearing Si Zhen's words, Yun Mu came to her senses and took the ID card from the other party's hand.

Then he touched the place where he had just been hit by the wooden window in the painting world with his hand, but there was no injury.

"Only the master level can cause the objects in the world of paintings to cause harm to real people. The third level expert level [Painter] can only use this method to use lethal pain to make the opponent exposed."

"Of course, you can place some real objects in the world of the painting, you know." Si Jin said with a sinister expression under his blond bangs.

"Can items also be stored in the world of paintings?" After hearing Si Zhen's words, Yun Mu suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Of course." The other party nodded affirmatively.

"I know what you are thinking, and the answer is feasible." Si Zin looked at her and slowly said: "As long as you become a third-level expert [Painter], you can get a portable warehouse that you can carry with you. You can pack as much stuff as you like!”

　ps: Si Zin is actually trying to impress Yun Mu.

　　The number of paintings that painters of different levels can bind with them is limited, and it is simply impossible to use all the paintings to store items.

　　However, specially making a painting to use as a warehouse to store some personal belongings is indeed something that most extraordinary people in the painter profession will do.

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  　　Chapter 2 will be updated in the afternoon.

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　　you know.

　　
  　
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