Magicians never make wishes

Residence No. 761.

On the desk, five books borrowed from the third-floor section were neatly arranged on the right.

Ronan was holding another book in his hand, completely absorbed in it.

As he read, the book of magical knowledge in his mind continuously recorded the relevant information.

The pages of the book contain more and more characters related to soul magic.

Having experienced "psychological fear" before,

Ronan felt that after reading all six books, he should be able to make the Book of Magical Knowledge generate a new magic, specifically a soul-related magic.

However, for him, the new magic was merely icing on the cake.

His main purpose was to learn about the soul.

He always had a feeling.

Regardless of what means he possesses now, his soul is the foundation of his existence.

Only when one's soul is strengthened will new changes occur in the series of external advantages such as divinity and temples.

Prior to this, the accumulation of relevant knowledge is like the foundation of a skyscraper; the more solid the foundation, the stronger the foundation for the future.

Ronan felt more and more confident about his future.

Then, he reached for a loaf of bread on the desk, took a few bites, gulped down some water, and swallowed it whole.

That concludes today's breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

To be honest, while the food at the Secret Arts Academy isn't as good as what I had in my previous life, it's rich in variety and has a unique flavor of this other world.

Unfortunately, he won't have the chance to enjoy it for now.

In order to borrow these six books, he had to borrow some points from the new emperor to barely make up the required amount.

Although the new emperor kept emphasizing that he could lend him more Golden Dragon books, even old man Mike was eager to lend him money to borrow books, only asking that he write a few more chapters.

But Ronan politely declined them all.

The explosive popularity of "Battle Through the Heavens" is unstoppable.

The proverb "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" still has a powerful impact in this culturally impoverished alien world.

You can get a clear sense of this from the reactions of Shin-jun and Mike.

The concept of "dimensional reduction attack" is utterly illogical.

Once the novel starts serialization, Ronan will soon earn enough points to experience what it's like to be a nouveau riche in the Secret Arts Academy.

That's exactly what happened.

In the past few days.

The new emperor would come knocking on the door from time to time, always asking about the update progress and subtly asking if he could take a look first.

Upon seeing the bread on Ronan's table, he complained that it wasn't nutritious enough and wanted to spend money to buy him some meat and fish.

Fortunately, Ronan stopped him, saying that eating too much would make him sleepy and affect his creative progress.

This made the new emperor sit up straight and say that eating less was indeed good for his health.

Ronan told the new king to knock on the door as little as possible if there was nothing wrong, as it would interrupt his thinking.

Although what he was thinking about was not the same thing as what the new emperor was thinking.

He is gradually learning about the knowledge of the soul.

The Book of Magical Knowledge can filter and refine knowledge to create new magic, but mastering systematic knowledge is what he needs to do.

However, in Shinjun's view, the reason why the daylight is lost in thought is because it is creating a colorful world in its mind.

After that, the new ruler did not knock on the door frequently to ask how many chapters he had written.

Ronan thought he had given up on the idea, but the new king changed his approach and started staking out the door.

The moment he stepped out, the door to apartment 762 next door opened instantly.

"Should we submit it for publication?"

"Let me check it for you first."

"Come on, let's go inside and take a look."

The new ruler delivered a triple punch, shutting Ronan down once again.

Ronan was forcefully pushed back into the room before he had a chance to speak.

"I've finished my bread, I want to go buy some..."

"Depend on!"

The new emperor pressed him down in front of the desk, reached out his hand, and said, "Give me the money, I'll buy it for you. You just focus on writing your book."

Ronan was speechless. Had this guy gone completely mad from reading too much...?

He decided to update a few chapters as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if it's discovered that a chapter hasn't been written, the new emperor might do something drastic.

Not long after, the new emperor rushed back.

He took out a large bag of bread from his bracelet and placed it in another spot, worried that Ronan might eat bread to pass the time, and that eating too much might make him sleepy and affect his creative progress.

Ronan's gaze fell on his bracelet, which was much more convenient than an adventurer's bag.

"Where did you get this storage device?" He thought he'd get one for himself when he had the money.

"It was given to me by my family; you can't buy it on the market." Xin Jun shook his head, then smiled and said, "But if you can write a few more chapters, I can too..."

"Never mind, never mind," Ronan quickly interrupted.

He took out the newly written manuscript and said, "You can check it now. I'm going to submit it later."

The new emperor immediately rushed over, carefully took the manuscript, and without sitting down, stood there reading it as if in a meditative state.

He frowned at times and his face flushed at others, and soon he turned to the last page.

"That's too little..." Shinjun looked at Ronan with a mournful expression.

Ronan completely ignored him, pretending nothing had happened.

The two went out together, and there were many more students on the road than usual.

Ronan even saw the black man from before; he was chatting and laughing with his companion, completely unaware that Ronan and his companion had walked past him.

"Let's go to the Ruby Dream Museum again tonight..."

Upon hearing their conversation, Ronan couldn't help but grin, thinking to himself,

By the time you get there, the shops will probably have been mostly demolished...

We've reached the third floor area.

Ronan keenly sensed that something was off. He suddenly realized that every time he was with the new emperor, something always seemed to happen.

At this moment, a crowd of people surrounded the registration office, three layers deep, and they were all indignant.

"Mike, tell us now, or don't blame us..."

"I command you in the name of the Secret Arts Enforcement Team..."

"My advisor asked me to ask this..."

……

Seeing so many people gathered at the registration desk, Ronan recalled his experience at the registration desk on the second floor. He immediately pulled Xin Jun to the back of the crowd and gestured for him to be quiet.

"What are you yelling about!" Mike roared, instantly silencing the entire scene.

But then, the crowd erupted in another uproar.

"What are you yelling about!"

"So, you're going to refuse a polite toast only to suffer the consequences?"

"I'm going to report this to the president..."

……

"Go ahead and report it. Tell the chairman that his confidentiality policy for submissions is problematic." Mike sneered, speaking against the crowd.

"Summon the entire Secret Arts Enforcement Team, and also that person's mentor, bring them all here!"

"See if I'll tell or not?!"

"You..." Everyone was speechless for a moment, helpless against Mike's tough stance.

"To tell you the truth, my relationship with 'From White to Black' is extremely close..."

"This work was inspired by the ideas I provided for him, which is why he started creating it."

Mike crossed his good leg, leaned back in his chair, and said, "If he causes trouble here again, I'll make him stop updating for a few days."

"You dare!"

"How dare you!"

"Give it a try!"

"Bullshit!"

……

The crowd instantly erupted in anger, and threats filled the air.

Everyone stared at Mike with bloodshot eyes, as if he were their father's killer.

Ronan and his companion finally uncovered the truth of the matter at the very end.

"From White to Black" is the pen name he used specifically for writing novels.

So it turns out a group of people read his novel and, because they loved it so much, wanted to break the rules and ask Mike on the third floor for the author's information.

However, Mike's attitude was unusually firm, and he did not reveal a single piece of information related to Ronan to these people.

Surprisingly, this old man, who has no morals whatsoever, actually has a lot of professional ethics.

Ronan began to see him in a different light.

"What do we do now? Should we still submit the article?" Ronan asked the new emperor.

At this moment, the new emperor's face was flushed, and he was immersed in his own unique pleasure.

Look, so many people are searching for this author, yet I can chat and laugh with him, live next door to him, and be his confidant...

Ronan looked at him, who was completely absorbed in the moment, and called his name twice, but he didn't respond.

So he took the manuscript himself and quietly walked to the submission box while everyone's attention was on the registration desk.

Just as he was about to throw the manuscript in, a voice shouted from the crowd:

"The president is here!"