Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One: Wishes Come True
“Speak your wish…”
When such a voice resonated in the minds of every Spiritual Ability User and Urban Legend within Yumen Pass, the entire area fell into silence in an instant.
Although they had heard rumors about the First Generation Miracle Saint to some extent, when it actually happened, it was still hard to believe.
This kind of event was akin to someone who, every day, casually hoped to win the lottery without genuinely believing it could happen, suddenly hitting the jackpot. In the midst of their ecstatic joy, they would invariably find themselves spiraling into a subtle doubt about reality.
So when the voice of the First Generation Miracle Saint echoed in their minds, presenting an opportunity to fulfill their wishes, questions began to sprout in their hearts, like plants flourishing in the rain.
Can truly any wish be fulfilled?
What is the cost of fulfilling a wish?
Will my wish be fulfilled in a way I can understand?
…
In the midst of this silence, in an obscure alley on the west side of Yumen Pass, a Spiritual Ability User from the Wandering Poets Society turned to his companions, smirking slightly, and said, “Hey, do you think this is really possible?”
“If I say I want to become a magical girl, will that come true too?”
Such a wish might sound a bit absurd, but among the members of the Wandering Poets Society, it was fairly reasonable.
After all, the deity they worshipped had the image of a stunning girl with golden hair and blue eyes, dressed in pure white lavish garments, wandering across the earth, spreading the gospel of “miraculous” powers, bringing “happiness and hope” to the world.
Over time, the Wandering Poets Society, devout to such a deity, had developed a peculiar fondness and obsession with lovely girls.
In fact, the leaders of the Wandering Poets Society appeared in the form of petite, extravagantly dressed beautiful girls, and certain leaders would periodically hold ceremonies called “Wandering Tea Parties,” inviting many female members to participate.
A staff member from the Siye Society’s Spiritual Ability Research Institute once concluded after a system survey of the Wandering Poets Society—members had an average inclination towards lolis!
Upon hearing the member of the Wandering Poets Society voice his wish in a half-joking tone, his two companions quickly chimed in, half-questioning, half-teasing.
“What kind of ridiculous wish is that? Can’t tell you have such a hobby?”
“Hahaha, since it’s an opportunity granted by the founder of the Miracle Cult, isn’t that wish a bit too conservative?”
As the two members bantered, the one who made the wish suddenly widened his eyes.
He heard a voice in his mind say, “As you wish!”
In the next moment, a magical girl transformation device appeared out of thin air, landing at his feet with a “clink.”
“……”
In an instant, there was absolute silence.
The three members of the Wandering Poets Society froze in place like they had been hit by a petrification spell, their gazes all drawn to the magical girl transformation device on the ground.
It was a wand-shaped transformation device, about the length of a forearm, supported by a material resembling pure white jade; golden threads extended spirally from the bottom of the wand, wrapping around the shaft until reaching the top, where countless tiny golden threads outlined a complex pattern on a pink heart-shaped crystal embedded at the tip.
Just one glance, and the Spiritual Ability User recognized that pattern—it was identical to the spirit pattern on his back.
Could it… really have come true?
He thought with mixed feelings, licking his lips which had dried from surprise, bent down, picked up the transformation device, and gently pressed the golden button on the shaft.
Then, under the terrified gazes of his companions, he was enveloped in a brilliant golden light and transformed into a petite, adorable magical girl dressed in a lavish dress.
Watching his companion fulfill his wish and truly become a magical girl, the other two members of the Wandering Poets Society swallowed hard, their throats bobbing, and after a brief silence, they hurriedly spoke up with their own wishes.
“I want to be a magical girl too!”
“I want to marry our leader!”
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The wishes of the three members of the Wandering Poets Society coming true was merely the beginning. Soon, more people and urban legends, like them, stepped forward to try after a moment of doubt.
At first, everyone maintained a basic level of rationality, not making overly extravagant demands, their words tinged with a sense of caution.
Someone said, “I need some money to pay off my debts.”
Then, a heavy bag of gold suddenly appeared in front of him, thudding to the ground with a dull sound.
Someone else said, “I want to eat my deceased mother’s cooking one more time.”
Then, a familiar aroma of food wafted to her side.
One person, after finishing a cigarette, solemnly stated, “If my son could just take studying a bit more seriously and always place in the top three of his class, I’d be eternally grateful.”
Suddenly, the memories of his son began to blur in his mind, as if shattered. Following that, influenced by some magical power, the recollections reshaped themselves, becoming clearer again, and the child in his memories turned into a model student.
It was as if the troublesome “little brat” he had once worried about had never existed.
“……”
Under the radiant white light emitting a holy aura, the fragrance of the Miracle Flower swiftly spread across every corner of Yumen Pass, the excitement of wishes coming true growing stronger.
It was like boiling water; initially, only tiny bubbles emerged, which then grew larger, bubbling up until finally reaching a boil.
Closing their eyes, simply listening to the crescendo of cheers, one could almost believe there was a grand festival of thousands occurring here.
Watching others try to voice their wishes and see them fulfilled, another portion of individuals or urban legends became restless, turning their agitation into action, and the wishes they voiced began to deviate from the norm, tinged with a hint of madness.
“I! Uh… can I have a candy house?”
“My wish is to become a Pokémon Master!”
“Drawing cards… that’s not too much to ask… Wait, this d*mn place seems to have no phone signal? d*mn! I didn’t ask you to help me get my phone signal back! I also wanted to change my wish to getting a Gundam, that’s not too much to ask either, just needs to be operable.”
“……”
Hearing the cheers ringing out in the city, Fang Ji snapped back to reality from his shock at how easily the First Generation Miracle Saint had granted his wish. Leaving behind the ruins of the temple, as he climbed a tall tower and gazed into the distance, he beheld a dreamlike, fantastical scene.
Amidst the rising cheers near and far, a blue moon had unknowingly risen above the desolate ancient city ruins, with red dandelions drifting in the wind, and butterfly wings made of candy smeared with jam atop small houses made of desserts.
Some were galloping on horseback, chasing after monsters featured in games or movies, while grotesque and twisted urban legends burst forth with a holy glow. Some held bowls of hot soup and wept bitterly; others laughed heartily, lying on mountains of gold with a sweet, nectar-like wine flowing in torrents down the streets.
The deafening sounds of battle came from afar, with grotesque Mecha Giants engaging in a fierce struggle against legendary giant monsters. A peculiar flying device swooped over their heads, leaving a vibrant trace behind.
Various fantastical creatures appeared as if born from legends, manifesting within Yumen Pass, bizarrely structured buildings shot up from the ground, and various weather phenomena that were nearly impossible to witness in reality enveloped the skies above Yumen Pass.
It seemed that everyone and every urban legend within Yumen Pass had their wishes fulfilled, except for Fang Ji, who was still waiting.
But He had clearly promised!
How could it be…
As soon as this thought arose, Fang Ji shook his head vigorously, casting it from his mind. After pondering for a moment, he mentally reviewed the knowledge he possessed, then looked up at the sky. Watching a figure radiating dazzling golden light, he squinted slightly.
He felt that he had discovered the crux of the problem.
No matter what, his wish would be the last one to be realized.
Because the wishes fulfilled under the radiant miracle were promises made by the First Generation Miracle Saint; He would not go back on His word, so they would not be lost halfway.
However…
At this rate, trouble was bound to ensue, Fang Ji thought with concern.
The wishes that had already been realized, though some seemed absurd, had yet to reach a level where they could affect reality, remaining within the realm that the First Generation Miracle Saint could fulfill.
Yet, as more and more individuals and urban legends had their wishes come true, the remaining Spiritual Ability Users and urban legends, driven by ever-growing desires, would start making increasingly mad wishes.
Those tormented by sickness, having just bathed in the light of miracles and restored to health, would become frustrated as someone else returned to their youth, gaining not only health but also vitality.
Just a moment prior, a Spiritual Ability User had successfully wished for a heavy bag of gold coins, but the next, that same user lost their happiness when someone else obtained a box of gold bars, and soon, that person who received the gold bars lost their spark upon encountering an abruptly appeared mountain of gold.
Some urban legends had successfully completed their upgrades, their spirit energy surging, and as their excited roars echoed through the sky, a Spiritual Ability User feeling that surge birthed the terrifying thought, “Should I wish to directly become a calamity?”
Such a mindset of “worrying about inequality rather than scarcity,” would accumulate hatred and anger, which would soon ignite ferocious slaughter within Yumen Pass.
Furthermore, while the First Generation Miracle Saint possessed enough power to impact reality and accomplish the inconceivable, He was certainly not omnipotent; absurd wishes like “I want world peace” were impossible to fulfill.
When someone voiced such nonsensical wishes, the First Generation Miracle Saint, unable to realize them in the usual way, would fulfill them in some “special” manner, as if like this…
“I want eternal life!”
Hearing someone nearby shout such an absurd wish, Fang Ji turned in the direction of the voice and watched as a tall Spiritual Ability User transformed into a lighthouse jellyfish.
Fang Ji, “……”
