76: The president is not here, so you can do whatever you want to me.

Ronan was inwardly surprised but maintained a calm expression on the surface.

Taiwanese web novel sites solve book shortages, super practical.

He looked at his neighbor and said,

"From now on, I won't be going to the third floor..."

"What!" New Lord instantly reacted, "That old bastard of a president won't let you create?!"

"No..." Ronan was puzzled, is this even the same thing I'm talking about?

"Then who is it?! Is it those people guarding the submission box?"

"Don't get worked up." New Lord immediately pulled out a crown-shaped special communication device from his storage bracelet,

"I'll get someone to take them out!"

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

"It's that from now on, I don't need to go to the third-floor area to submit; I can take it directly to the president's office for immediate publication."

"Damn!"

Ronan thought the misunderstanding was cleared up, but New Lord became even more agitated, "That old man president wants the first taste!"

...Returning to his own residence.

Ronan finally had time to sit down and carefully study the sudden new source of wish power in his divine spark.

The newly appeared "Wish Power Acquisition Progress" would increase a bit every so often.

When the progress reached 100%, it would automatically convert into 1 point of wish power.

Getting wish power for no reason was much faster than doing any task.

Doing tasks required going out, completing the task content, final confirmation, and receiving feedback from the task issuer before obtaining wish power.

How could it compare to this situation where you get wish power automatically without doing anything?

Ronan observed this "Wish Power Acquisition Progress" for a whole day but found no pattern to it.

It didn't increase according to a strict mathematical formula, nor was it affected by factors like his Spiritual Power.

He even went into the Temple Space to observe, but unfortunately, time inside the temple was almost static, making it impossible to observe the increase in Wish Power Acquisition Progress.

It was like a sunken post he made on a forum, randomly discovered and commented on by someone... huh?

Ronan suddenly felt this analogy had a striking similarity to the actual situation.

Combined with his latest chapter appearing on the Academy system's board... he had a bold guess.

After the initial draft of "battle through the heavens" was released, it attracted many readers, who were drawn in by the plot and developed a desire to keep reading.

And when he updated, it fulfilled these readers' expectations.

These expectations, accumulating bit by bit, were directed at him, so they could be captured by the divine spark.

Eventually converging into the percentage of Wish Power Acquisition Progress, converting into wish power.

Reasonable.

This was the most plausible possibility he could think of.

To test it, he decided to continue observing and update again after three days.

During these three days, Ronan planned to ignore everything outside and focus on absorbing knowledge.

As "battle through the heavens" gradually spread, not only was it talked about among major factions, but even the upper nobility of Moonless City started a frenzy of chasing the book.

But "battle through the heavens" was a serialized work, usually updated once every one or two days.

Suddenly not updating for three days made the entire Academy's readers chasing the book go into an uproar.

A small number of envious people mocked 'From White to Black' for running out of talent.

Some pessimists lamented that genius was envied by heaven, spreading rumors that the author had little time left due to being too talented.

Some conspiracy theorists suspected someone had eliminated the author for unknown reasons.

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

New Lord was the same.

Although Room 761 lit up every night, he didn't dare disturb directly, only anxiously pacing outside the door.

Great works indeed require careful polishing, so taking more time is understandable... but it's been three days!

New Lord debated whether to knock on Room 761's door under the pretext of checking on his health.

Amid this constant internal struggle, Room 761's door finally opened from the inside.

The soft white light from the room shone out, illuminating New Lord standing at the door.

"Are you looking for me?" Seeing him at his door, Ronan was somewhat surprised.

"Are you okay?" New Lord asked with a worried expression.

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

"Of course!" New Lord's demeanor changed instantly as he took the manuscript and walked into Ronan's room... "At this time, are you going to the president's office?"

After reading the latest chapter, New Lord reluctantly put down the manuscript and asked.

"What's up?" Ronan collected the manuscript.

He planned to go first to familiarize himself with the route, then have New Lord help later.

New Lord's eyes suddenly turned extremely strange, "Aren't you afraid of stumbling upon some unspeakable secret?"

"Are you talking about a proper secret?"

Ronan glanced at him sideways, "The president is old; would he really do something shady in the office?"

"Hard to say." New Lord pouted, adding, "And the president's age isn't as old as he looks."

"It's said that when he was young, the president's team mistakenly entered a polluted area, and everyone escaped by burning their life force with a secret technique. Mike and the others were the president's former teammates."

"No wonder every time I call him 'old man,' Mayer and Mike react so strongly."

Ronan suddenly understood.

Why does it feel like everyone in the Arcane Arts Society knows a life-burning secret technique? The president, Mayer, Mike, even Annual Ring who died at the underground square altar.

Outside the president's office.

Ronan knocked for a long time, finding it dark inside with no lights on; the president was clearly not there.

Instead, another room not far away opened.

"Stop knocking; no movement means no one's here."

A stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure, wearing a short uniform, leaned out halfway and reminded him.

"President Xiar is highly skilled and often appears and disappears mysteriously. One second he's in the office, the next he's gone. You need to come during the day when there are more people."

The woman looked Ronan up and down and said,

"If you have something to give to President Xiar, you can leave it with me first. I'm the president's secretary, Arabella."

"Oh, I have a piece here..." Ronan thought it might work; secretaries are usually trusted aides, so even if she knew his pseudonym, she wouldn't leak it privately.

"You're Black Day, right?"

Arabella suddenly smiled, "President Xiar specifically instructed that if you came and he wasn't here, just put the stuff directly on his desk."

"Hold on, let me find the door-opening rune stone."

She went back to her room to search for a while before coming out again, holding a special rune stone, and said,

"The previous rune stone was lost; this one was borrowed from someone else, and I forgot to return it."

Then, she walked to the office door in high heels, a fragrant breeze wafting toward Ronan.

Arabella inserted the rune stone into the groove on the door.

Instantly, the office door automatically opened, and the lights inside turned on.

Ronan felt a powerful surge of Spiritual Power emanate from the stone at that moment.

Is the president's office defense this tight? Opening a door requires such intense Spiritual Power.

"Come in."

Arabella expressionlessly gestured an invitation.

After Ronan entered, she mechanically locked the door.

The Arcane Arts Society president's office was as impressive as the Adventurers Guild Administrator's office.

Their styles were even somewhat similar, with walls adorned with lifelike monster heads.

Ronan placed the manuscript on the desk.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Arabella, still expressionless, reached out to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Ronan noticed something off about her.

Her gaze was vacant, completely different from how she spoke outside moments ago.

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

However, it was as if she had swung to another extreme.

Her eyes filled with endless desire, her face flushed, and she panted heavily, saying,

"Alright, now the president's not here, you can do whatever you want."

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