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It’s a bit funny, but Frank’s intelligence organization didn’t invest much in Lily; they didn’t even tell her the truth about the world.
It seems she was nothing but cannon fodder.
If you lose, it’s no loss; if you win, it’s a jackpot—there’s an elent of gambling in it!
Yet, this cannon fodder caught Austin’s eye and even succeeded in deceiving the dregs of society.
Upon closer examination, gan didn’t sense any fluctuations of magic power from Lily and took her for an ordinary person.
Even when Lily deliberately approached Austin, which was obvious to the trained eye, gan regarded it as a normal behavior of a starlet wishing to advance her career.
Back to the matter at hand, Austin spent a lot of money.
He swore to show his wife and daughter the vile face of the trash can and to amplify his influence through the big screen, driving away the little trash can in one fell swoop.
Later, Austin changed his mind, but it was too late to reverse course; the money had been spent.
A malicious plan with ill intent crafted this monster-thed movie with a huge investnt.
Wayne looked at the movie poster with a frozen expression.
Perhaps Director Wallace wanted to butter him up, as he, the third male lead, successfully pushed out the second male lead.
On the poster, his presence was second only to the leading male gorilla and the leading female star.
It had sothing to do with Wallace, but more importantly, the big daddy investor had spoken up.
Once Wayne was confird as the heir, Austin took another look at the movie and found Wayne’s character too shallow, so he had the director find male and female body doubles to reshoot several scenes from the back.
With just a few strokes, a classic screen image of one sacrificing his life for love ca vividly to life.
In the current era, its impact was no less than that of the male protagonist in the sinking ship.
Austin remained behind the scenes, with all credits and honors—everything for the sake of the family.
He did not inform Wayne of the changes in the script, so the latter felt a sense of mortifying sha when Chrissy teased him about it.
Chrissy covered her mouth and chuckled, persistently asking about the filming process, playfully tapping Wayne on the shoulder and suggesting that he was going to beco a big star.
Wayne’s face turned red; uncomfortable with Chrissy’s gloating, he silenced her with a Black Tiger Heart Pluck.
Seeing that Wayne’s actions were becoming more aggressive, almost like being infuriated by embarrassnt, Chrissy hastily erected a soundproof barrier.
She was too kind-hearted, not taking the advantage to shout and declare territorial sovereignty.
Twenty minutes later, Wayne left the study feeling refreshed and returned to his bedroom to begin his cultivation.
Having gathered the two Obelisk Stone Tablets located in Lundan, he had no more concerns.
If not for the Sealing Book being too large to stuff directly into his chest, he would have dared to continuously absorb it twenty-four hours a day.
“But first…”
Wayne grabbed the Ancient Silver Coin and began to draw from it.
The Obelisk was lost and found again; it was bound to be his possession.
The Ancient Silver Coin was different—Schrödinger could co for it at any ti, so two hours of daily exploitation were essential.
At this mont, the silver cross within Wayne’s body was taking shape.
Nature, moonlight, and the sun flourished robustly—it wouldn’t be long before dark and death joined them.
Owning the Obelisk and having enough elental peers, Wayne decided to add Heaven’s Holy Light and Hell’s evil energy to the next stage.
Silver Cross: Divine, Life, Void, Self.
The realm of a Mage lies in balance.
With the divine being split into seven aspects, the corresponding Essence of Life, knowledge, and thought all had to be elevated significantly.
It was a trendous accumulation, and if not for obtaining the Obelisk, Wayne wouldn’t dare to proceed in such a manner.
“I have plenty of knowledge about nature, the sun, and moonlight, and there’s the Angel’s Golden Rule in Heaven and the Seven Deadly Sins lody in Hell.
I even got so educational material during my lootings; these five are pretty much set.”
“I don’t need to worry about death, and I’m more than equipped for the Golden Triangle phase…”
“Just darkness left!”
Wayne muttered to himself.
He only had one Dark Ring and not much exposure to darkness.
It was enough to activate the Silver Cross, but compared to the other faiths, it seed lackluster.
To prevent a gap resulting in a fatal weakness, he must find an expert well-versed in dark faith magic to lead the way—or perhaps find a powerful Dark Magic Tool and pillage the knowledge it contains using The Book of Greed.
In all of Lundan, the only one who truly understood darkness was the chosen Dark Knight.
But as an ally of the black death, Wayne, the Death Knight, was unacquainted with the Dark Knight, and their first eting wasn’t pleasant.
Getting help from him was almost impossible.
Next in line, the only suitable candidate was Plank.
“It has to be him, but he hasn’t co to snatch the Ancient Silver Coin—I can’t just bring it to him…”
Wayne inwardly lanted the dilemma.
Initiative ant submission; seeking out Plank was completely different from Plank coming to him.
“Luckily, I can wait.
It’s not that easy to get to act first.
I’ll press down on the darkness, advancing the other faiths in the process.” Wayne closed his eyes, took so Hell reading materials, and went to the basent to practice with divided attention.
He read many books and even asked his tutor Chrissy for advice.
Communication with nature was limited to theory—even if so Mages could achieve it, it required stringent demands on realm and strength.
In other words, Silver Mages better not dream; stay grounded and ditate honestly.
Wayne didn’t believe in the impossible; he truly had communicated with nature.
It was a process where the macro influences the micro, which in turn shapes the macro.
Because of this brief exchange, he successfully advanced to the Silver Cross.
Success cos either never or countless tis.
He broke through zero to one, and from one cos two, rounding up—that made countless tis within reach.
It’s feasible;
Open the book!
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December 8th, evening.
In the Moonlight Church High Priest Manor’s second-floor bedroom,
Wayne leaned against the headboard, repeatedly poring over an advanced textbook on the faith magic of the Moonlight Church, with a full moon icon marked on the book cover.
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