Full-time Creation Master

The difference in quantity and the slightest difference in quality are worlds apart!

When a high-level mage and a novice mage cast Fireball at the same time, the power of the same magical energy may differ by more than 40 times!

This is what people in the magical world often say: "If a high-ranking mage says the same thing incorrectly, it's called a pun, a hidden meaning. But you, it's pure error."

If you add some rare and precious materials like spirit seeds and soul seeds, the difference will be even greater!

Chu Ming's revealed light and space magic energy accumulation reached 2 and 1.7 units respectively.

This is high, but still understandable.

Such as a 5x boost to innate talent, an 8x boost to soul seed, a 2x boost to blessings, or a 12x boost to a certain fruit...

Even prominent families can produce such scions.

However, the quality is as high as 61 and 74!

Although 74 times the light-elemental basic magic is only equivalent to 20 times the light-elemental basic magic, it's not comparable to a high-level one... what a joke!

This data almost made Fitz and Simmons lose confidence in the machines they maintained!

Even the two of them felt that Skye's wind-type talent, which was no longer that of a normal mage, was only 27 in quality, although it was still increasing!

This person actually reached 60 or 70?

Which holy city citizen, upon seeing this, wouldn't call it heresy?!

After testing three times, Coulson solemnly deleted the test records and issued a lockdown order.

...........

"so what?"

Chu Ming was not surprised at all by the revelation of his innate talent.

We spent more than half a year together, day and night.

Unless my parents' cultivation levels of one being a high-level dual-elemental cultivator and the other a super-level sound-elemental cultivator are both fakes, both frauds.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible not to notice Chu Ming's legal system situation.

"Alright!" Chu Weiguo smiled wryly, "You kid, you're always so mature for your age."

I won't say much more; it's best to avoid revealing anything.

But if it is absolutely necessary to expose it.

Taking it out will at least give you some room to maneuver.

"Got it!" Chu Ming wasn't inflexible; he would use it when necessary.

"What about Chu Yu?"

"We've thought about it. We'll both be away from home soon, you'll be starting school soon, and he's reaching the age to go!"

Looking at Chu Yu, who was still oblivious to his struggle with the cola chicken wings, Chu Weiguo said with a smile, "We'll send him to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy headquarters, where he'll receive systematic and comprehensive training!"

"Huh?" Chu Yu exclaimed excitedly, "Great!"

Completely unaware of what this meant, Chu Yu readily agreed.

Chu Ming, who wanted to stop it but didn't have a good reason, simply let it go.

Anyway, I remember that during Captain America 2, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy didn't seem to have fallen.

Besides, don't we still have our own?

.........

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and onto Chu Ming's bed.

As usual, the alarm clock broke the silence of the room.

Chu Ming groggily reached out to press the alarm clock, but felt his hair being pulled by an invisible force.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the little girl Lingling standing by the bed.

He waved his hands, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chu Ming rolled his eyes when he saw his hair, which had been magically transformed into a bird's nest.

He coughed lightly, flicked his fingers, and a faint magical light flashed, instantly restoring his hair to its original state.

"Lingling, can't you let me sleep a little longer?"

Chu Ming's voice carried a hint of languor.

Lingling jumped onto the bed, put her hands on her hips, and said angrily, "Chu Ming, you're too lazy!"

Aunt Chu specifically told me to keep a close eye on you and supervise you! Get up now!

Lingling was wearing a pink dress, white socks, and red leather shoes.

Her hair was tied into two ponytails, which swayed back and forth with her movements.

Her eyes were big, like two black gems, and they looked very clever.

"My God!"

Chu Ming, who had to shout, had to sit up.

My parents left overnight yesterday, and I thought I could sleep in today.

Stretching, Chu Ming revealed his well-defined eight-fold chest muscles.

"Explicitly revealing man!"

"Then why aren't you leaving?!" Chu Ming retorted sarcastically. "Who knows who went into a man's room!"

After some playful banter...

Chu Ming, with his tall and straight figure, wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans, had short, neat black hair.

His face was well-defined, with a high, straight nose and a mouth that always carried a gentle smile.

He exudes an aura of restraint and composure.

"Alright, alright, let's go grab something to eat first," Chu Ming said with a smile.

The two tidied up quickly and then went out.

Stepping out of the apartment, I saw people busily preparing for the new day on the street.

Chu Ming led Lingling to a breakfast stall they frequented, which was set up by an uncle himself.

The breakfast stall was located on a street corner, a place brimming with the lively atmosphere of everyday life.

The stall owner's entire "battleground" is a slightly worn-out handcart, with a few simple folding tables and plastic stools placed around it.

Although the facilities were simple, they were kept very clean.

A large parasol was propped up above the trolley. Some parts of the parasol had faded, and some GG letters were printed on it that were no longer legible.

Under the parasol, pots and pans were neatly arranged.

A large pot of porridge is simmering with steam.

The white porridge kept bubbling, and the rising steam carried the aroma of rice porridge all around.

In the frying pan next to it, golden pancakes were being fried.

The vendor skillfully flipped the pancakes with a spatula, and the pancakes sizzled as they touched the bottom of the pan, creating a unique breakfast symphony.

On one side of the cart were several plastic boxes filled with ingredients, including fresh green scallions, diced ham, plump eggs, and piles of finely shredded vegetables.

These ingredients look fresh and tempting, as if beckoning to passersby.

Next to the food container was a small shelf.

The shelves are filled with various condiment bottles, such as soy sauce, vinegar, chili sauce, and pepper.

Each bottle was wiped clean by the stall owner, and although the labels were a little worn, you could still clearly tell what was inside.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man, wearing a somewhat greasy apron.

He had a white towel on his forehead to wipe away the sweat that kept pouring out.

His face wore a simple, honest smile, but his eyes revealed a mixture of helplessness and anticipation towards life.

He skillfully prepared breakfast while enthusiastically but indifferently greeting customers.

A small line had already formed in front of the breakfast stall, including office workers in work clothes.

They seemed to be in a hurry, glancing at their watches or scrolling through their phones every now and then.

There were also some elderly people who had finished their morning exercise. They stood in the queue at a leisurely pace, chatting with each other about everything from today's vegetable prices to last night's TV dramas.

There were also some students carrying backpacks, laughing and playing in the line, full of youthful energy.

There weren't many people, and Chu Ming and Lingling quietly lined up at the back.

"Who would have thought that changing clothes would make him look so presentable!"

Lingling's constant scrutiny of Chu Ming betrayed her thoughts.

You're getting more and more stylish!

"Oh! Thank you for the compliment!"

Chu Ming fidgeted with his school uniform tie, feeling uncomfortable. He really wasn't used to it.

But considering that today is the opening ceremony of Shanghai University, let's just bear with it!

The two, who started arguing as soon as they met, parted on bad terms a few moments later.

Chu Ming stared blankly at the floor.

The ground is paved with stone slabs, which have been worn very smooth due to frequent foot traffic.

Lingling slowly fed the stray cats that occasionally passed by. Gradually, the rogue cats, who were afraid to get too close to people, seemed to lose their wariness in front of Lingling.

The morning sunlight shines on the breakfast stall, adding a touch of warmth to this small corner.

Everything here seems so vibrant and full of life.

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