Magicians never make wishes

Ronan was surprised, but remained outwardly calm.

He looked at his neighbor and said,

"I won't go to the third floor anymore..."

"What?!" The new leader reacted instantly, "That old bastard president won't let you create?!"

"No..." Ronan wondered, "Is this the same thing I was talking about?"

"Who are those?! Are they those people waiting by the submission box?"

"Don't worry." The new king immediately took out a crown-shaped special communication device from his storage bracelet.

"I'll have them all killed!"

"No, no," Ronan quickly stopped him from calling for more people and explained.

"From now on, I won't need to go to the third floor area to submit my articles; I can take them directly to the president's office and have them published immediately."

"Depend on!"

Ronan thought the misunderstanding was cleared up, but the new leader was even more excited, "The old man, the chairman, wants to be the first to drink the soup!"

……

I returned to my residence.

Ronan finally had time to sit down and properly study the source of the sudden increase in willpower in his divine personality.

The newly added "Wish Power Acquisition Progress" will increase by a little bit every now and then.

When the progress reaches 100%, it will automatically be converted into 1 point of wish power.

Earning wish power out of nowhere is much faster than doing any tasks.

To complete a task, you need to go out, finish the task, and finally confirm its completion. Only with feedback from the task poster can you obtain the power of your wish.

Nothing compares to this situation where you can automatically acquire wish power without having to do anything.

Ronan observed this "progress in acquiring willpower" for a whole day but found no pattern in it.

It neither rises in an orderly manner according to a rigorous mathematical formula, nor is it affected by factors such as one's own mental strength.

He even went into the temple space to make some observations, but unfortunately time was almost frozen inside the temple, making it impossible to observe the increase in the progress of acquiring willpower.

It's like a post that sinks to the bottom of a forum, which is then randomly seen and commented on by others...

Ok?

Ronan suddenly realized that this analogy was actually quite similar to the actual situation.

My latest chapter has appeared on the learning system's section...

He had a bold conjecture.

After the initial draft of "Battle Through the Heavens" was published, it attracted a large number of readers. These readers were drawn in by the plot and wanted to continue reading.

And when I updated it, I fulfilled the expectations of these readers.

This kind of expectation, though small, accumulates and is directed directly at oneself, which is why it can be captured by the divine.

Ultimately, this is accumulated into a percentage of the progress gained through wish power, which is then converted into wish power.

reasonable.

This is the most reasonable possibility I can think of.

To verify this, he decided to continue observing and update again in three days.

For three days, Ronan planned to ignore everything else and focus solely on acquiring knowledge.

As "Battle Through the Heavens" gradually spread, it not only became a popular topic of conversation among various forces, but also sparked a craze among the upper-class nobles of Wuyue City.

However, "Battle Through the Heavens" is an ongoing series, and it is usually updated once every one or two days.

The sudden three-day hiatus caused an uproar among the readers of the entire academy.

A small number of jealous people are mocking "Going from White to Black" for running out of ideas.

Some pessimists lamented that the heavens were jealous of talent, and that the author of the rumor, because of his outstanding talent, was nearing the end of his life.

Some conspiracy theorists suspect that the author was murdered for unknown purposes.

However, the vast majority of people were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, trying every possible means to find information related to the author.

The same applies to the new emperor.

Although the lights in room 761 were on every night, he didn't dare to go directly to disturb them and could only anxiously pace around the door.

Great works do require meticulous craftsmanship, and it's understandable that they take a little longer to complete...

But it's been three days already!

The new emperor was torn between whether to knock on 761's door under the pretext of checking on his health.

Amidst this constant internal strife, the door to room 761 was finally opened from the inside.

The room's pale white light shone out, illuminating the new prince standing at the door.

"You were looking for me?" Ronan was somewhat surprised to see him standing at his door.

"Are you alright?" the new king asked with a worried expression.

"What could be wrong?" Ronan asked, then handed him the manuscript. "Latest chapter, still need checking?"

"Of course!" The new emperor's demeanor changed instantly. He immediately took the manuscript and walked into Ronan's room.

……

"Are you going to the president's office at this hour?"

After reading the latest chapter, the new emperor reluctantly put down the manuscript and asked a question.

"What's wrong?" Ronan put away his manuscript.

He planned to go there first to familiarize himself with the route, and then ask the new emperor for help later.

The new emperor's gaze suddenly turned extremely strange. "Aren't you afraid of stumbling upon some unspeakable secret?"

"Are you saying it's a legitimate secret?"

Ronan glanced at him sideways. "The chairman is so old, would he be doing something shady in the office?"

"That's hard to say," Shinjun said, pursing his lips. "Besides, the president isn't actually that old."

"It is said that when they were young, the chairman's team accidentally entered a polluted area. They escaped by using a secret method of burning their life force. Mike and his team were the chairman's former teammates."

"No wonder Meyer and Mike react so strongly every time I call them 'Grandpa'."

Ronan suddenly realized.

It feels like everyone in the Secret Arts Society uses the secret technique of burning their life force—the president, Meyer, Mike, and even the old man who died at the altar in the underground plaza.

Outside the president's office.

Ronan knocked on the door for a long time, only to find it completely dark inside, with no lights on. The chairman was obviously not there.

However, the door to another room not far away was open.

"Stop knocking, if there's no response, no one's home."

A voluptuous, high-value woman in a short uniform leaned out halfway and spoke up to remind him.

"President Ciel is very powerful and often appears and disappears without a trace. One second he's in his office and the next he's gone. You have to come during the day when there are more people around to find him."

The beautiful woman looked Ronan up and down and then spoke.

"If you have anything to give to President Ciel, you can leave it with me first. I am the president's secretary, Arabella."

"Oh, I have one here..." Ronan thought that would work too. Secretaries are usually trusted confidants, and even if they know your identity, they won't leak it without your permission.

"Are you the daylight?"

Arabella suddenly laughed and said, "President Charles specifically instructed that if you come and he's not here, just put the things directly on his desk."

"Wait a moment, let me find the rune stone to open the door."

She went back to her room and searched for a while before coming out again, holding up a special runic stone, and said,

"I lost the previous rune stone, and this one was lent to me by someone else; I forgot to return it."

Then, she walked to the office door in her high heels, and a fragrant breeze wafted towards Ronan.

Arabella embedded the runestone into the groove on the door.

In an instant, the office door opened automatically, and the lights inside turned on as well.

Ronan sensed a powerful surge of mental energy emanating from the stone just moments before.

Is the president's office so heavily guarded? It takes this much mental strength to even open the door.

"Come in."

Arabella gestured for them to proceed without any expression.

After Ronan entered, she mechanically locked the door.

The office of the president of the Mystic Arts Society was just as impressive as the office of the administrator of the Adventurers' Guild.

The two even share a similar style, with a lifelike monster head hanging on the wall in both.

Ronan placed the manuscript on his desk.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Arabella, who had no expression on her face, pulled his hand to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Ronan noticed that the other person was acting strangely.

Her eyes were glazed over, a stark contrast to how she had appeared just moments before when she was speaking outside.

After a few seconds of confrontation with Ronan, Arabella seemed to slowly regain her senses.

However, it seems to have gone to the other extreme.

Her eyes blazed with desire, her face flushed, and she gasped for breath as she spoke.

"Alright, now that the president isn't here, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Arabella took off her uniform...