Chapter 38: The Wish Machine Facilitating Ideas
After filling their stomachs, Night Lan and Night Star, stark n*ked, lay in the bathtub, slowly letting their bodies relax.
“Finally, I can chill out…”
After some time to cool down, Night Lan managed to dispel most of her sadness.
If she just let her daily routine drag on, this sadness might have lasted forever.
But within two days of painting, Night Star poured all her emotions onto the canvas, turning memories of the first generation theater group into portraits, which provided quite the relief.
These portraits held her sincere feelings and deep emotions. They were her best works ever made!
The theater leader was right; don’t dwell on historical tragedies. Look at today.
Back then, the reasons the first generation theater members met tragic ends were due to societal injustices and human nature—all evils.
The Holy Church and even the Holy Knights were results of that evil age.
Though today’s world is much safer, there are still many injustices lurking unseen.
If only she could eliminate these injustices to prevent future tragedy for her theater group…
But what can she do about the whole world? Not much.
She’s not that grand of a person.
She’s still just a lazy dog who likes to slack off.
“Sigh~ What should I do next? Hmm… maybe watch Lianhua’s puppet show. Haven’t had time lately, feel kinda bad about it…”
For nearly two weeks, Night Lan has been quite busy, spending all her time practicing drawing.
She couldn’t tell if the time flew by or seemed longer.
They say it takes loads of time to master painting—one could spend years just to leave the beginner phase.
To reach higher realms, you need decades of practice, no less.
Yet, after just over a week, she grasped the technique of realism so well that even Master Mo Qianmeng acknowledged her skills.
Is this what they call innate talent?
Night Lan pondered this and thought she couldn’t be that talented.
If she were, she would’ve already flown high before turning into a loli.
After thinking hard, she figured it must be the wish machine. Maybe it’s linked to the celestial inside her. She could easily accomplish what she wanted quickly—like learning stuff fast.
But this isn’t a wish; it’s more like a booster effect.
Or else, if she wished for anything, she’d probably just collapse from exhaustion.
“Then again, maybe this is another use of Celestials. But under normal circumstances, what condition can make them help push through ideas?”
Night Lan speculated.
It might need extremely strong emotions or a clear purpose.
That time, she studied painting to commemorate the old members—a goal-driven passion.
She expected a long grind, but was okay with it.
If a week wasn’t enough, she’d try a month. If that didn’t work, then a year until she could properly depict those memories.
This was her determination.
Unexpectedly, she mastered painting quickly, reaching an expert level in just a week or so.
She didn’t believe in natural genius or wish machines.
But this booster effect probably only works for modest requests.
Even if she wished for everyone to turn into lolis, the wish machine would likely ignore it.
On closer inspection, it’s pretty straightforward.
Repetition confirms things. From being clueless about stars to understanding their uses, she grew quite a bit.
Unfortunately, her spirit energy still sucked.
She didn’t know when it’d improve.
But with this little bit of spirit energy, she can already do a lot.
If it boosted to B or A rank, imagine what she could do.
She can’t even imagine it—it sounds scary.
Better keep a laid-back attitude.
Avoiding desires might also reduce risks.
Natural growth is best.
For now, this suffices.
A while later…
Night Lan had soaked in the tub long enough.
Night Lan and Night Star stepped out and dried each other off with towels, feeling way more comfortable.
Washing off the day’s fatigue felt really good.
Then, they put on underwear and regular clothes since it wasn’t bedtime yet.
They could think about what to do next.
Thinking hard, Night Star headed back to the theater.
She had to keep her promise and watch Lianhua’s latest puppet show.
She couldn’t ignore Lianhua’s cute request.
As for Night Lan… she’d see what happens.
Just as Night Star left, the doorbell rang in Night Lan’s dressing room.
Night Lan puzzled over and opened the door to find Night Feather.
Night Feather struck a suave pose and declared grandly, “Today, this esteemed one will defeat all rivals, making them bow before my power. You’re allowed to watch.”
“Huh?”
Night Lan blinked, not getting Night Feather’s meaning.
Sometimes Night Feather’s middle-school language was too cryptic.
Confusing stuff like this could stump anyone—Night Lan included.
Realizing this, Night Feather understood it might be too advanced for Night Lan.
“For now, Jueyue’s team needs everyone to show their training progress. We’re having intra-group battles. Want to take a look?”
“Oh, got it.”
Seeing Night Lan nod, Night Feather assumed a dignified stance once more.
“Understood, then follow me,” he said importantly.
“Yeah.”
Since Night Lan had nothing better to do, checking on Night Feather’s situation seemed fine.
Curious about Night Feather’s strength.
That serious-looking girl—so dramatic, she wondered what she’s actually capable of.
If looking strong but lacking power, that’d be embarrassing.
Night Lan, however, thought Night Feather had the ability to pull it off.
Someone who can switch between the sane and mentally unhinged effortlessly—no easy task.
Middle-school behavior might just be for fun—who knows what’s real?
“Your Excellency Night Feather, I’ll cheer for you,” she said.
“Ha-ha! Watch as I, the Dark Heavenly Ruler, conquer everyone here!”
