Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 75 Association President: I've already given you special permission.

"President, old man Mike is going too far!"

"President, Mike is abusing his power by using books, and is corrupt and incompetent..."

"President, I think we should get a new registration administrator..."

"You're right, President. With my qualifications, I want to sign up..."

……

Upon seeing the president arrive in person, everyone began to lodge complaints with him.

Since that old man Mike refuses to speak, why not take his place?

Ronan looked through the dense crowd.

The president of the Secret Arts Society looked old with gray hair, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp.

Ronan only glanced at it from afar before the other person instantly noticed and looked over from a distance.

Their gazes met through the crowd.

The old man's eyes turned up slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

His gaze naturally possessed a penetrating quality.

Ronan immediately felt as if his disguise had been exposed and his pen name had been revealed, so he could only nod in response with a sense of embarrassment.

Clearly, given the president's authority, he should have known his basic information and two pen names long ago.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to spot himself in the crowd at a glance.

"I understand everyone's concerns and demands."

The president spoke with a smile, his tone firm yet calm.

"However, the confidential submission system implemented by the Academy must have its reasons."

"But President..."

Someone in the crowd was unwilling to give up and had just spoken when the president continued:

"You wouldn't want your favorite authors to be constantly disturbed by others, affecting their creative process, would you?"

He spoke very slowly, which showed great patience.

This helped everyone present to gradually calm down and regain their rational thinking.

Yes, if everyone knew his identity as "Walking from White to Black," he would have to spend so much time dealing with others, how would he have time to create "Battle Through the Heavens"!

If some criminals were to try to harm the author, that would be even worse.

"President, we just want to meet Lord 'From White to Black,' pay our respects to him, and protect him. We don't want anything to happen to him..."

"Keeping his identity hidden is the best protection we can give him," the chairman replied.

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now."

Everything that needed to be said has been said. If they continue to argue and make trouble, then disciplinary measures will have to be taken.

Seeing that the president shared the same attitude, the group of enthusiastic book fans who had gathered finally gave up, slowly dispersed, and left the third floor area.

However, a few people, unwilling to give up, attempted to guess the identity of the contributor by looking at the submission box.

Fortunately, before these people arrived, Ronan had already quickly thrown the manuscript into the submission box.

Then he pretended to be a fan of his book, leaning towards the new emperor while listening intently to the president's speech.

Seeing that the new king was still standing there, experiencing a mental orgasm, Ronan silently clenched his fist and punched him twice.

"Is he dead?"

The new ruler then came to his senses and asked loudly, "Huh? Oh, you voted..."

To prevent him from uttering the word "submitting an article" and attracting the attention of those with ulterior motives, Ronan quickly stepped forward and tightly covered his mouth.

"Waaah..." The new king struggled instinctively, completely unaware of what was happening.

Only after he calmed down did Ronan remove his hand from the other man's face.

"Is this how you cover it up? Don't you leave a hole for people to breathe through?" the new emperor angrily rebuked.

"Sorry, sorry, I almost leaked a secret." Ronan apologized with a smile.

"What's so secret about submitting articles! Do you think someone would be guarding the submission box and watching everyone submit their work?!"

After the new emperor finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He wouldn't do something like this even if he were looking for trouble.

"Take a look for yourself." Ronan pointed to several suspicious-looking students next to the submission box.

The new emperor looked in the direction he was pointing, and without immediately understanding, asked, "What are they doing?"

"They're probably looking for the person next to you."

A calm and unhurried voice came from behind them.

"President."

"Hello, President."

The two turned around and bowed slightly, offering a simple greeting.

"Don't be so formal..." The president waved his hand and then said, "Black Day, let's talk in private."

As he spoke, he slowly walked out of the third-floor area.

"What do you mean?" The new emperor's expression hardened. "Didn't we say not to stand on ceremony?"

"The president might need to speak with me, you should go back now."

After Ronan finished speaking, he followed the chairman's footsteps and arrived at a deserted passageway.

"Darkness, although you've only recently joined, I've already read your papers and literary works," the president said.

"Your research approach is very novel and unique, and it can inspire many people..."

"However, there is still considerable room for development in some key areas."

Upon hearing this, Ronan sighed inwardly.

As expected of the president of the Secret Arts Society, he saw through the point that he had deliberately censored at a glance.

These censored contents are the core of the entire "psychological fear".

"Continue your research. Your magic can be further optimized. Once it's done, I will allow you to skip another level."

After offering encouragement, the president immediately feigned indifference and asked,

"It usually takes until the next day after submission for the article to appear in the association's system..."

"I've already given you special permission. As long as it's your manuscript, it can be published on the same day."

"By the way, how long do you plan to serialize your 'Battle Through the Heavens'?"

The Mystic Arts Society's system is almost identical to the Adventurers' Guild's, except it has two additional sections: "Academic Research" and "Free Creation."

Students can spend points to unlock content in these two sections.

"I'm not sure. I also have to do research, so it will probably take quite a long time..." Ronan said after thinking for a moment.

He writes novels more to earn points, and the update frequency depends on whether he needs money right now.

"Looks like updating is also a problem; it would be great if there were more updates..."

The president shook his head and sighed, "What a pity."

Ronan could only remain silent.

I can't exactly tell the president that "Battle Through the Heavens" actually has over five million words, and if I only update one chapter a day, it could take four or five years to update.

"Also, I've noticed some students are still waiting at the submission box, which might cause you trouble..."

"How about this, from now on, just send your manuscripts directly to my office."

Ronan twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself.

All that rambling before was just a smokescreen; the real purpose was probably to get to see the manuscript as soon as possible...

The old man is a bit cunning; he's definitely not a good person if he's out there...

"Yes, Chairman." Ronan nodded in agreement, then asked...

"If it's inconvenient for me to go there, can someone deliver it for me?"

Although the new emperor is unaware of this, it is unlikely that he will refuse.

"That's fine, but it'd be better if you came in person..."

"If you encounter any problems with your thesis that you can't solve, feel free to ask me. Consider it a perk that you personally ran errands for me."

The president seemed very easy to talk to.

"Okay, thank you, Chairman."

Ronan nodded in agreement on the surface, but in reality, he didn't take it to heart at all.

Try your best; there's really nothing to ask.

It would be more practical to provide some advanced knowledge...

……

After saying goodbye to the president, Ronan returned to his residence at 761 alone.

The door creaked open, and the resident of apartment 762 next door jumped out instantly.

Your latest chapter has appeared in the forum! Wow, that was fast!

The new emperor was utterly astonished; he had never seen such a rapid publication.

He had reason to suspect that Black Day and the Chairman had made some kind of shady deal...

at the same time.