The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 93 - 94 Treasure Unburdens and Soars

"Xiaojia, measure the temperature," Jiang Shu said to Xiaojia, who had returned after opening the door.

The Tablet Spirits had checked the rooftop, there were no monitors or electronic devices, and since this was the highest building nearby, no one in the neighboring floors could capture it.

The temperature of the flame was at least two hundred degrees Celsius at its lowest, and at the highest, Jiang Shu tried and felt it became somewhat uncontrollable around a thousand degrees.

Then, he switched the color of the flame, and a cluster of blue flames appeared in his hand.

The blue flames were colder, normally maintaining a temperature of around twenty to thirty degrees, possessing no lethality and unable to ignite anything.

Ding: "Boruto" says it’s awesome.

But, just like in a magic performance, the blue flame had a function.

The blue flame in Jiang Shu’s hand rose up, forming a large cluster, and suddenly, a paw reached out from the blue flames.

"Holy shit!" The moment he saw the claw, he immediately turned off the flame and then patted his chest in fright.

First, Jiang Shu could feel that summoning this creature would consume a great deal of energy, and his energy bar couldn’t withstand it.

Second, he wasn’t sure if the creature would obey him...

If it was disobedient, and he could put it away on the spot like in a magic performance, that would be fine. The fear was that he’d run out of energy and faint after releasing it...

That would basically be like signing his own death warrant.

The blue flame would be an experiment for next time.

However, where did this creature come from? Did Hell really exist in this world?

Jiang Shu furrowed his brows slightly, adding another mystery to the pile, but he didn’t think about it anymore and went on to try the black flame.

Magic claimed that black flames were used to lure monsters from Hell. As for other functions, he hadn’t been able to come up with any at the time, nor had he demonstrated any other effects with magic, as the constraints of the black flames were too many.

"...Can’t release it." He tried, only to find he couldn’t produce black flames at all—if he forced it, the result would inevitably be collapsing on the spot.

Yellow flames mainly caused damage, blue flames could summon, and the ability of black flames was unknown. According to the nature of the "Deception" entry, the different abilities of the same derivative entry were definitely more powerful the more energy they consumed.

Like the Paper Card Technique’s ability to Teleport Home consumed far more energy than mere thought control.

Thinking this, he became curious about the black flames and planned to go back and give the derivative entry to the Tablet Spirits to see if they could use it.

After a preliminary study of the derivative entry "Flame Spirit," Jiang Shu walked down from the rooftop, with the brim of his hat covering his face. He took the elevator to the ground floor, then walked out of the TV station.

In the Western restaurant next to the TV station, Su Xiaoou, Shen Xuwan, and Kirie Tsukimiya had been waiting for quite a while.

Hmm, Kirie was also involved in the magic this time. She was in charge of controlling the hot air balloon and setting up the mannequins, so now, her seat was piled with the thick clothes she had taken off.

The TV station was a towering 130 stories high, almost seven hundred meters in the air. She had stayed on the hot air balloon for over an hour and was only beginning to feel warm now.

She had equipment to regulate temperature, but it was somewhat cumbersome and uncomfortable, not to mention wearing extra clothes was easier.

"Teacher, we did it!" Su Xiaoou excitedly called out to him as soon as she saw him walk in, then held out her hands.

"Yeah, we did it." Jiang Shu smiled and nodded, then high-fived her.

He looked at Shen Xuwan, who also raised her hand with a smile and high-fived him.

Seeing this, Kirie hurried over to high-five Jiang Shu as well; she didn’t want to be left out of the small group.

Jiang Shu sat down, next to Su Xiaoou. Shen Xuwan had chosen a spot in the corner of the Western restaurant, out of sight.

"I’m treating today, order whatever you want," Jiang Shu said as he opened the menu and laid it flat in the middle of the table, speaking generously.

He really wasn’t short on money now.

However, only Su Xiaoou got excited at the table; she ordered steak, lamb chops, pork chops, and a variety of snacks and desserts in one go on the ordering panel.

The portion sizes here were not large, and though Su Xiaoou ordered plenty, Jiang Shu knew her appetite well—it was roughly 2.5 Liu Tingruos.

Liu Tingruo was a strange woman. Despite having a small appetite, she loved to eat and got hungry easily, often dragging him up in the middle of the night to cook a late-night snack.

Um, she could do it up to three times a night.

Actually, Jiang Shu, who cherished sleep above all else, wanted to refuse, but which man could say no to Liu Tingruo in her pajamas?

He had tried and obviously failed, thus enabling Liu Tingruo’s bad habits.

Unlike Su Xiaoou’s hearty appetite, the other two ladies only symbolically ordered a dessert each. The Western cuisine here was authentic, but...

They weren’t really hungry.

They had had enough of it.

Both thought simultaneously of the spicy chicken Jiang Shu had once cooked, a flavor so fresh, spicy, and fragrant that they had rarely encountered in their previous twenty-odd years of life.

Only Jiang Shu and Su Xiaoou had not had dinner, so together they finished off the whole table of food.

After a satisfying meal, Jiang Shu and the other two separated from Kirie and took a cab back to Black Currant.

As Shen Xuwan watched Su Xiaoou cross the street, she turned to Jiang Shu beside her, "Shall we take a walk?"

"Sure." Jiang Shu nodded, it was just after dinner and walking would aid digestion.

They glanced at the Black Currant Theater—the giant, semi-hollow Black Currant with only the fourth floor lit up a bit.

It was the first workday of the week, typically the busiest time, so on Monday nights, there were no performances at the theater.

With the Black Currant behind them, Shen Xuwan and Jiang Shu walked forward along the riverbank,

The Black Currant Theater stood at the edge of Gu River, surrounded by openness and darkness.

Looking to the left, the opposite side of the river was where the towering buildings rose; looking to the right, across the road was where the lights and nightlife buzzed.

Walking across this empty plaza, they felt an overwhelming solitude like they were abandoned by the world.

"Black Silver only used fifty grams, there’s still some left," Shen Xuwan told him, taking out a small box and handing it to Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu shook his head, "You keep it. I can’t let you work for nothing."

"Okay." Shen Xuwan responded.

The two walked in silence, yet Jiang Shu didn’t mind this. On stage, his style was ever-changing; off stage, he was mostly a quiet person.

"Tomorrow, I’m going to Thirteen District," he said after a while, "Be careful."

"Mm." Shen Xuwan nodded. She didn’t ask what he was going to do, only, "Is it dangerous?"

"Not sure, but there should be no problem," Jiang Shu replied. At the worst, he could always return to the city directly.

Ding: Disaster is always one step behind me.

"Be careful," Shen Xuwan echoed the words back to him.

Again, they fell silent.

Shen Xuwan walked to the river’s edge, leaning on the stone railing, looking at Gu River with her back to Jiang Shu, her voice tinged with confusion, "Do you think... is there any hope for me?"

"I was T2 at 20, T1 at 24, and now I’m already 26 without any progress in two years."

A: Eh, that’s pretty average.

B: Worrying about not progressing from T1 at 24, yet sleeping in every day at 23 and being T4.

C: Stop bashing, stop bashing, Shu Bao has been working hard.

D: Shu Bao, fly high with ease, Mom is always with you.