Chapter 11 Extra Credit

"Master Mage Halley has already agreed to our commission...."

After sending the letter, Manager Boer began discussing the Fictional Church's propaganda matters with the trench-coated gentleman, becoming animated in their conversation. At the same time, he also received a reply from Meteor World, and his expression instantly relaxed.

With that matter resolved, the current one was almost settled as well.

"Mr. Fite, please review the contract on your side once more, and if you think there's no issue, I believe we can conclude this meeting."

The trench-coated man set down the contract and responded with a smile, "Mr. Boer, the contract is fine. The Fictional Church appreciates your generous assistance."

"However, we need to make a slight adjustment to the printed content."

Manager Boer immediately replied, "No problem at all, the promotional week hasn't started yet, The God of Sacrifice's lecture is on this Sunday, and today is only Wednesday, so you still have two days to streamline and modify the promotional content. Just make sure to deliver the content for publication to me before four in the afternoon on Friday."

"Those margin spaces are left empty intentionally, I have a detailed file on the format of margin content, take it back and look it over, remember the sizes of each section's available space, to facilitate detailed alterations of your content. In short, when people see the propaganda of the Pope of Sacrifice, they'll also inadvertently see the promotional activities of the Fictional Church...."

Manager Boer, speaking thus, suddenly looked suspiciously at the trench-coated man opposite him, and the man named Fite was already smilingly passing over a content proposal.

"Such promotional intensity is already sufficient, we just need to make people notice our church, and that's enough. As for the printing and publishing content, we... are ready."

Manager Boer took the content proposal, and after looking at it for a long time, could only decipher four words from it. With confusion spreading across his face, he inquired of Fite, hoping for an explanation:

"What does 'online propaganda' mean?"

"Although I don't understand this term, I roughly get the gist of your plans... You want to use our printed advertisements for a secondary round of propaganda?"

Manager Boer shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, no, that's entirely superfluous. Your propaganda will not be effective."

However, Fite still wore a smile: "We plan to conduct our first 'online propaganda' event on this Saturday evening... If you're interested... You can book a good seat and experience it for yourself."

"You just need to gaze at our promotional words to partake in this novel event. Of course, as to whether or not one wishes to participate in our activity, the choice is left to the users to judge."

At the mention of the word "gaze," Manager Boer suddenly looked serious; it seemed to trigger a keyword in his mind:

"Does the God of Fiction still possess the trait of a 'gaze'? That is a very frightening attribute... you...."

"Rest assured, Mr. Boer. This activity of ours has already been approved by the Steel Church, you can inquire about the specifics at the Steel Church later on. The foremen of the Steel Church have already experienced our 'activity rehearsal'."

Fite interrupted Manager Boer's words of worry and took out a complete set of application documents.

"The Lord's brilliance is about to walk upon the earth, and it is fully compliant with the laws and regulations of the Steam Nation."

"I know your concerns. Those deities that possess a gazing trait, they wield terrifying powers that can trap people in bewildering illusions or cause them to vanish from the world, inciting panic, or twist everything out of place... but rest assured, the God of Fiction's power of gaze does not stem from a deity."

"Instead, it is the people who will 'gaze' at the deity, and the intensity of this gaze depends entirely on your promotional efforts. It is led entirely by everyone's intellect, possessing an absolute, subjective judgment that belongs to each individual and cannot be confused by any external force."

"My Lord defines this act of gazing as—'the gaze of the god'."

Manager Boer pondered for a moment before he slowly nodded:

"Well, a new deity will capture everyone's attention.... You have convinced me. How should I schedule your promotional event?" Manager Boer asked, while Mr. Fite simply pointed at the content proposal in the other's hand with a smile.

Boer looked at the proposal and gazed at it for a second.

The words [Reservation Successful] abruptly appeared before Boer's eyes, as if they were directly printed onto his retina. Boer was startled, blinked hard, and the four words that had just appeared were completely gone.

"Interesting...." he suddenly raised his head, "Is this a kind of new Transmutation Spell... No, Transmutation Divine Art?"

Mr. Fite explained with a smile: "If you categorize it according to the mundane classifications of spells, it could probably be sorted into the Transformation Category. But actually, this is a power derived from the intelligence inherent within humans themselves; the God of Fiction simply built a sturdy bridge between divine nature and human intellect."

"The input and output of information... Only advanced life forms with intellect can understand this concept."

Manager Boer mused, "I'm not quite following."

Mr. Fite also smiled, "No worries, you will understand soon. By the way, here's an extra special arcade game opportunity for you... You will quickly grasp the market potential of this...."

Manager Boer looked at the play opportunity ticket in his hand with considerable interest and nodded.

"I'll give it a try; new things always bring a different landscape."

....

Half an hour earlier, in the Meteor World.

This was a world filled with magic power, where magic thrived, and there were five famous magic academies, the top educational institutions recognized in this world. Compared to other worlds, the native-born inhabitants of Meteor World possessed better innate magic power. Moreover, unlike the traditional mages of many high towers, they were academy-style mages.

An important characteristic of the academy-style mages was their proficiency in communication. In contrast, the mages of the High Tower Faction preferred to seclude themselves in their narrow, dark towers, leafing through ancient manuscripts and studying obscure, bewildering magic alone, which the academy-style mages considered highly unadvisable.

Just now, in a large classroom of Reya Academy, an older mage was lecturing many new magic apprentices about advanced applications of Transmutation Spells. As he reached the most enthusiastic part of the lesson, a hovering white-gold flame suddenly appeared before the old mage.

The flame shook and burned, but it did not ignite any material. Instead, a piece of paper was spat out by the flame.

After reading the content of the letter, the old mage quickly wrote a reply and performed the basic operation of "cross-world mailing" from grand magic in front of the students.

"A promotional activity by the Grey World church, huh... Not bad. I can earn a handsome commission, and these students can get a valuable internship opportunity."

Moreover, by hiring other high-level mages to form a group, he could save that batch of money as well.

The old mage put the paper away carefully and, under the gaze of the students, cast a spell with a casual gesture. The paper came to life, twisting like a little person, and then scampered out of the classroom, causing a wave of gasps.

"Alright, children, this is an important course you'll be learning next. In the demonstration just now, you saw how I made a piece of paper seem to have 'life', allowing it to move and carry out my commands."

"I have just received some extra internship spots. First off, those who wish to participate in this internship may sign up now. We leave tomorrow. Secondly, those who perform well in this internship may earn extra credits."

Instantly, students sprang up, showing their eagerness while conveying, 'Teacher, I love magic, you must let me go, don't make me beg you!'