Magicians never make wishes

"What do you mean, 'Is it me'? What are you talking about?"

Ronan felt that if the new emperor continued to shake him, his brain would be completely scrambled.

"Was it you? Did you write that latest paper?!"

The new emperor stared intently at his facial expressions, as if trying to determine whether Ronan was lying based on micro-expressions.

"What paper? I just got back, you saw it..."

Ronan turned to Man Shi and said, "Big guy, you can come to me if you ever need anything. I live at 761..."

"Except for missions outside the office," he added. "Also, you'd better not take on private missions; they're unreliable."

"I know, thank you, Black Day." Man Shi nodded in thanks.

He always felt a strange sense of familiarity with this person, as if they had fought side by side before.

Seeing Man Shi leave, the new ruler immediately grabbed his hand again, having just lowered it.

"Don't try to argue. I've read the books you borrowed; they're all about spirituality and fear."

"You are definitely 'the darkness of day'!" the new emperor declared confidently.

"Okay, that is indeed my pen name." Ronan shrugged and asked.

"What happened? Why are you trying to expose me right away?"

"It really was you! Oh my god!"

The new emperor was so excited his face turned bright red.

"Did you know that your paper has become a sensation in the academic society? Even the president praised your new magic!"

"The guild leader?" This should be the head of the Moonless City branch of the Mystic Arts Society, equivalent to the manager of the Adventurers' Guild.

"Yes, the president said, 'This is an alternative innovation, distinct from 'fear manipulation,' and praised your paper highly."

The new king looked quite pleased with himself, while Ronan remained calm; he was more concerned with whether there would be any tangible benefits.

"So... what about my academic level...?"

"With the president's special approval, you are the first student in the past five years to skip a grade."

"Congratulations, you're now a Level 2 student," the new ruler said with a smile.

Darcy had already prepared the necessary supplies for Level 2 students at the registration desk, mainly a green-collared robe tailored for him.

"Lord Black Day, congratulations on your promotion to Level 2 student. Your academic benefits have been improved. Please see the details of the benefits corresponding to your academic level."

Darcy neatly placed a stack of documents and a green-collared robe in front of Ronan.

"What kind of benefits?" Ronan's eyes lit up.

This private mission was targeted, and we didn't earn any money at all; it was all for nothing...

However, if the school offers promotion benefits, then it's practically a win-win situation.

"Your published papers will be reviewed more quickly, you will have the freedom to create freely, and you will be able to access the third-level area..."

Couldn't you offer some material support? Even a few points would be nice...

Ronan sighed helplessly and turned to look at the new emperor.

"Is there a way to make money without leaving home?"

He is currently short of money to buy materials, and "mental fear" can only achieve its best effect after it has been stabilized.

The new ruler thought for a moment and asked, "You want to buy materials for research?"

"More or less." Ronan nodded.

"That depends on what you need. If you don't have enough, I can lend you some."

The new emperor smiled confidently, "Although my monthly living expenses are limited, I can still help with this little thing."

"By the way, what materials do you need?"

"Uh, let me think..." Ronan recalled the materials needed for the standard procedure.

"The heart of a Heart Eater, the root of a Moon Soul Grass, Aurora Stone, and the most common..."

Upon hearing this, the new ruler immediately felt a bit of pressure from the golden dragon, but he could barely bear it. "It's quite substantial..."

"Three copies of each of the above are needed."

One approach is trial and error, another is tolerance for error, and the last is error-free.

reasonable.

"..."

"I recommend a great place to you; there's so much money there you could rob anyone."

"There are places like this?"

"Elf Commercial Bank, Wuyue City Branch"

Ronan pondered for a long time before asking, "How's the security over there?"

"No, you really want to rob a bank?" The new emperor was shocked. Did he even know what an exaggerated metaphor was?

"If there's no more income, I feel like it's about time."

He now realized that not only does becoming a superhuman require a lot of money, but conducting experiments and research is an absolute money pit.

"Why don't you consider writing something to earn some points?" the new emperor suggested.

"You can earn points for writing papers?" Ronan didn't remember having this perk.

"Papers are only used to improve academic standing; I'm talking about other things, like the kind of emotionally rich literature that Meyer loves to read..."

The new ruler raised his eyebrows, a sly smile on his face, clearly sharing the same interests as Meyer.

"What exactly is it?" Ronan could tell from his expression that it wasn't some kind of positive work.

"As you know, although the students come from various races, they also have their own emotions and thoughts; they are not cold, lifeless academic research machines."

"At times like these, interesting travelogues or stories become a source of emotional support for everyone."

Xin Jun chuckled and said, "Everyone has different preferences, but best-selling works can still earn you a lot of points."

Ronan understood; this was basically a fantasy novel set in another world.

"You're a Level 2 student now, so you have the freedom to create. You can give it a try, just to pass the time when you have nothing else to do," Xin Jun suggested again.

Then, he looked up and glanced around twice, lowering his voice.

"Actually, I'm serializing it myself... although I haven't made much money... but how can you measure art with points!"

By this time, the two of them had returned to their residence. The new ruler stood at the door of room 762, his shifty eyes gleaming as he asked,

"Would you like to appreciate some early works by future literary masters?"

"Alright, let me take a look."

Before long, the new emperor arrived at the door with his monumental work.

Ronan initially thought he would write something unhealthy, but after reading it, he realized he wouldn't.

This is a poignant love story about a princess who falls in love with a prince, overcomes numerous hardships, and finally gets together.

"How is it?"

Seeing that Ronan had finished reading and put down the manuscript, the new emperor immediately asked with an anxious expression.

The content is vague, illogical, and full of flowery language; it makes no sense at all.

Ronan resisted the urge to tell the truth and commented, "Not bad."

Sometimes the truth can be too hurtful, so you need to be tactful in your speech.

"You have a good eye, haha!" The new emperor beamed with joy upon receiving the affirmation.

"Did you earn any points from this huge work?" Ronan asked curiously.

"Of course!" the new emperor said proudly.

"To be honest, my pen name is quite well-known in the society, and I've earned quite a few points with this work."

Ok?

Ronan was surprised; how could a work of this caliber earn points?

He read the new emperor's short story again carefully.

Aside from the pen name "Tyrant" being somewhat distinctive, the rest of the content was truly tedious and uninteresting to read.

How can someone with this level of skill earn points?

If I just randomly pick a novel from my past life, wouldn't that be a direct, overwhelming victory?

"Why did you choose another pen name?" Ronan asked, suppressing his urge to ask.

"You don't understand. The pseudonym used in academic papers can't actually hide your true identity."

"But the pen name used for freelance writing is not something that everyone can know."

The new emperor recounted, "Don't underestimate this pen name. There was once an author who wrote a terrible story and was found at his residence by a cult apprentice who held a knife to his head and forced him to change it back."

"It's just a work of literature, not some kind of secret technique, so why is it so popular?"

Ronan felt that there weren't many people in the secret arts school, so where would all those followers come from?

"The academy also serves as a leader in the entire Moonless City's entertainment industry. Its core content, such as academic papers and secret techniques, circulates only internally. However, these kinds of entertainment-oriented literary works are extremely popular in the market," the new ruler explained.

"Good works can not only circulate among various forces, but also attract the upper echelons of Wuyue City."

Ronan's idea of ​​earning points by plagiarizing others' work only strengthened, as he never imagined that fantasy novels could have such a large market.

"From now on, you'll be working with me. I'll teach you some of my writing tips, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury."

"You know what, after reading your masterpiece, I was inspired and now I want to start writing immediately."

As Ronan spoke, he began searching for paper and pen in the room.

"No problem, just write whatever you want, and I'll correct any mistakes!" the new emperor said, pounding his chest as he made his promise.

Although he felt this scene was strangely familiar, he found Ronan increasingly pleasing to the eye and wished he could consider him a close friend.

To be able to be inspired by one's own masterpiece so quickly, the other person's comprehension, if not exceptionally gifted, can be considered to have a promising future.

Ronan found paper and pen, took a deep breath, and wrote the first line on the paper:

"Power of Battle, Level Three!"